This Is Why We Give Thanks

“One act of thanksgiving made when things go wrong is worth a thousand when things go well.”
(St. John of Avila)

My children’s favorite grace before meals is(ducks and blushes from theological embarrassment)the Johnny Appleseed song.

Oh, the Lord’s been good to me / And so I thank the Lord
For giving me / The things I need
The sun and the rain and the apple seed
The Lord’s been good to me

Maybe you’ve heard it. Maybe you hate it. Maybe you, too, live with small children in the frigid north and have to substitute “snow” for “rain” six months out of the year.

Whatever. We sing it. Every day. Lord, have mercy.

It started when the kids were toddlers, and I figured any warbling hymn of thanks was music to God’s ears. Over the years? Of course it stuck. (Anything you hope won’t stick is invariably what does.)

I try to limit it to lunchtime, so as to revel in a richer repertoire of church hymnody for other meals (because truly, one can only evoke Girl Scout campfire singalongs so many times before one deeply regrets ever teaching one’s offspring the tune in the first place).

But here’s the truth I hate to admit. The dang song is right.

We’ve been given everything we need.

One afternoon, a few months after our twins died, the kids were shout-singing their favorite grace over lunch. My eyes wandered (bored? bemused?) from the family table to the porch windows, noon light streaming bright and strong. Then I heard my children’s words, strong and true. I realized the song was right.

God has always given us what we need. That sun and the rain and the apple seed.

Like you, I spend an awful lot of time wanting much more. My current short list includes (but is not limited to):

  1. absolute guarantees about the health, longevity, safety, and survival of all existing and any future children;
  2. some feasible way to pay for their probable college educations;
  3. for all of them to stop picking their noses in public. (To dream the impossible dream.)

The truth? I have not always gotten what I wanted. But I have always had enough of the things I need. Including, but not limited to: food, water, sun, God. While most humans on this planet lack one or more of these, every day, in desperate extremes I can only imagine.

So why not sing it out? Why not give thanks and praise for the simplest gifts?


For years my family has sung the doxology “Praise God, from whom all blessings flow” at the end of our grace before dinner. At first we picked this hymn because it was a simple song to teach our children as they grew. It reminded us about God as the source of all that is good in our lives.

But over the years as I have sung this prayer every night—in bright moods and dark moods, in celebration and lament, in joy and in sadness—I have come to appreciate how small daily habits of praise shape our faith as disciples. Even when we do not feel like rejoicing, we remember ourselves through praise back into the bigger story of God’s love for us.

This year? It’s been an awful year. It’s been a year when I rarely wanted to give thanks.

But after months of stubborn (at best) or sorrowful (at worst) songs of thanksgiving offered from our family table, I have learned that giving thanks only makes sense if you do it all the time.

Otherwise love of God becomes transactional: you give me this; I thank you for that.

No. We give thanks because it is the impulse of love, the language of being.

We are here, breathing, eating, sunning ourselves on this spinning planet. It is radical gift and plain marvel that any of us exist at all, that our cells lined up to produce persons of astonishing complexity and capacity, that we have enough water, sun, food, and love to keep going (let alone the luxury of sitting down to write words, read them, share them with others), that what we know of this earthly existence is only the slimmest fragment of the eternal whole that whispers mystery around us.

The Lord has been good to me, wildly good to me.

I know you could look at the particulars of my life and scoff that such a statement is blind faith, dogged denial, or sheer stupidity. I believe it is none of these.

I believe that my childrenin their hand-clapping, table-drumming, rousing renditions of the World’s Most Annoying Song of Thanksgivingteach me this most basic truth of my life: God has given me abundance by giving life itself.

These kids keep me singing. For this I give thanks. The sun and the rain and the apple seed.

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances;
for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
Do not quench the Spirit.
(1 Thessalonians 5:16-19)


  1. Ann on 29 October 2016 at 9:47 pm

    Beautiful! Speaks to my heart. Thank you! (We sing Johnny Appleseed all the time here too! 😉

  2. Karen Hasler on 26 October 2016 at 9:51 pm

    Thank you! I read your stories and they fill my heart with love in so many ways. Can’t thank you enough for sharing through your struggles. You and your family are in my prayers.

  3. Kay Rindal on 24 October 2016 at 2:11 pm

    Thank you! Spot on as usual. I appreciate your sharing. Keeping you and your family in my prayers.

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