Thanksgiving CUP

Dear family of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at the CUP and FGGAM! We love you all more than you will ever know.

We have been in a season of miracles! Since leaving my full time job at KKIM, as God pulled me out to establish FGGAM for HIM, I see miracles everyday. God has provided for the Moede’s to live on for His Glory Alone. I have found what it is to totally to rely on God. What I have found is a treasure, a Godly treasure, a safe haven. Not that we don’t have challenges, we do, some very tough challenges, just like many of you. But we have God and so do you!

LET THANKFULNESS RULE in your heart. As you thank Me for blessings in your life, a marvelous thing happens. It is as if scales fall off your eyes, enabling you to see more and more of My glorious riches. With your eyes thus opened, you can help yourself to whatever you need from My treasure house. Each time you receive one of My golden gifts, let your thankfulness sing out praises to My Name. “Hallelujahs” are the language of heaven, and they can become the language of your heart.
A life of praise and thankfulness becomes a life filled with miracles. Instead of trying to be in control, you focus on Me and what I am doing. This is the power of praise: centering your entire being in Me. This is how I created you to live, for I made you in My own image. Enjoy abundant life by overflowing with praise and thankfulness.
Please read: Col 3:15, Acts 9:18, Rev 19: 3-6, Psalm 100: 4-5
From Jesus Calling Devotional

Now this is just an AWESOME story………WOW!

Submitted by Darlene Quiring for FGGAM Inspiration
Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door. Her life had
been easy, like a spring breeze.
Then in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her ease. During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son. She grieved over her loss. As if that weren’t enough her husband’s company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come. What’s worse, Sandra’s friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer. “Had she lost a child? -No–she has no idea what I’m feeling,”
Sandra shuddered. Thanksgiving? “Thankful for what?” she wondered.
For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her? For an airbag that saved her life but took that of her
child?
“Good afternoon, can I help you?” The flower shop clerk’s approach startled her. “Sorry,” said Jenny, “I just didn’t want you to think
I was ignoring you.”
“I….I need an arrangement.”
“For Thanksgiving?”
Sandra nodded.
“Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the Thanksgiving Special.”
Jenny saw Sandra’s curiosity and continued. “I’m convinced that flowers tell stories, that each arrangement insinuates a particular
feeling. Are you looking for something that conveys gratitude this Thanksgiving?”
“Not exactly!” Sandra blurted. “Sorry, but in the last five months, everything that could go wrong has.” Sandra regretted her outburst
but was surprised when Jenny said, “I have the perfect arrangement for you.” The door’s small bell suddenly rang.
“Barbara! Hi,” Jenny said. She politely excused herself from Sandra and walked toward a small workroom. She quickly reappeared carrying a massive arrangement of greenery, bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses. Only, the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped, no flowers.
“Want this in a box?” Jenny asked.
Sandra watched for Barbara’s response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems and no flowers! She waited for laughter, for someone to notice the absence of flowers atop the thorny stems, but neither woman did.
“Yes, please. It’s exquisite,” said Barbara. “You’d think after three years of getting the special, I’d not be so moved by its significance,
but it’s happening again. My family will love this one. Thanks.”
Sandra stared. “Why so normal a conversation about so strange an arrangement? she wondered.
“Ah, said Sandra, pointing. “That lady just left with, ah…..”
“Yes?”
“Well, she had no flowers!”
“Right, I cut off the flowers.”
“Off?”
“Off. Yep. That’s the Special. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet.”
“But, why do people pay for that?” In spite of herself she chuckled.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I couldn’t leave this shop without knowing. I’d think about nothing else!”
“That might be good,” said Jenny. “Well,” she continued, “Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling very much like you feel
today. She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had lost her father to cancer, the family business was failing, her son
was into drugs, and she faced major surgery.”
“Ouch!” said Sandra.
“That same year, I lost my husband. I assumed complete responsibility for the shop and for the first time, spent the holidays alone. I had
no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a debt to allow any travel.”
“What did you do?”
“I learned to be thankful for thorns.”
Sandra’s eyebrows lifted. “Thorns?”
“I’m a Christian, Sandra. I’ve always thanked God for good things in life and I never thought to ask Him why good things happened to me? But, when bad stuff hit, did I ever ask! It took time to learn that dark times are important. I always enjoyed the ‘flowers’ of life but
it took thorns to show me the beauty of God’s comfort. You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we’re afflicted and from His
consolation we learn to comfort others.”
Sandra gasped. “A friend read that passage to me and I was furious!
I guess the truth is I don’t want comfort. I’ve lost a baby and I’m angry with God.” She started to ask Jenny to “go on” when the door’s
bell diverted their attention.
“Hey, Phil!” shouted Jenny as a balding, rotund man entered the shop. She softly touched Sandra’s arm and moved to welcome him. He tucked her under his side for a warm hug.
“I’m here for twelve thorny long-stemmed stems!” Phil laughed, heartily.
“I figured as much,” said Jenny. “I’ve got them ready.” She lifted a tissue-wrapped arrangement from the refrigerated cabinet.
“Beautiful,” said Phil. “My wife will love them.”
Sandra could not resist asking. “These are for your wife?”
Phil saw that Sandra’s curiosity matched his when he first heard of a Thorn Bouquet.
“Do you mind me asking, “Why thorns?”
“In fact, I’m glad you asked,” he said. “Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty years, we were in a real mess, but we
slogged through, problem by rotten problem. We rescued our marriage- our love, really. Last year at Thanksgiving I stopped in here for
flowers. I must have mentioned surviving a tough process because Jenny told me that for a long time she kept a vase of rose
stems-stems!-as a reminder of what she learned from “thorny” times. That was good enough for me. I took home stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific thorny situation and give thanks for what the problem taught us. I’m pretty sure this stem review is becoming a tradition.”
Phil paid Jenny, thanked her again and as he left, said to Sandra, “I highly recommend the Special!”
“I don’t know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life.” Sandra said to Jenny.
“Well, my experience says that thorns make roses more precious. We treasure God’s providential care more during trouble than at any
other time. Remember, Sandra, Jesus wore a crown of thorns so that we might know His love. Do not resent thorns.”
Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks. For the first time since the accident she loosened her grip on resentment. “I’ll take twelve
long-stemmed thorns, please.”
“I hoped you would,” Jenny said. “I’ll have them ready in a minute.
Then, every time you see them, remember to appreciate both good and hard times. We grow through both.”
“Thank you. What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. Nothing but a pledge to work toward healing your heart. The first year’s arrangement is always on me.” Jenny handed a card
to Sandra. “I’ll attach a card like this to your arrangement but maybe you’d like to read it first. Go ahead, read it.”
” My God, I have never thanked Thee for my thorn! I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorn.
Teach me the glory of the cross I bear, teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain.
Show me that my tears have made my rainbow.–George Matheson”
Jenny said, “Happy Thanksgiving, Sandra,” handing her the Special.”
“I look forward to our knowing each other better.”
Sandra smiled. She turned, opened the door and walked toward hope.

Thank you so much Darlene for sending this to us!!! Darlene sure comes up with the greatest stories! You can always count on a Minnesota girl!

We much more for you at FGGAM! We have so very many more Thanksgiving posts at www.fggam.org please stop by for a CUP OF COFFEE! We are up around 3:30am or 4am to make your CUP and post at FGGAM each day just for you! Several new posts today, Pastor Don Kimbro, Pastor Paul Holt, Darlene Quiring, Rick Stambaugh and many more! For God’s Glory Alone!

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