My Thanksgiving Overcooked Turkey
By Rev. Dr. Teresa Allissa Citro
I wrote this Thanksgiving Day. God told me not to release it then. Today is the day. Please private message me. I know God is speaking to someone today. It’s long but I am to leave as it is. I was going to make it shorter. God said, “Leave as is!”
“Then during the third year, King Jehoshaphat of Judah went to visit King Ahab of Israel.”-1 Kings 23:1-2
“Now Samson went down to Timnah, and saw a woman in Timnah of the daughters of the Philistines.” -Judges 14:1
“Now Samson went to (A)Gaza and saw a harlot there, and went in to her.” -Judges 16:1
Today, God used my turkey cooking experience as an unforgettable Thanksgiving Remembrance. I have just finished a chapter in my new book, “Can You Miss the Will of God?” I wrote about Samson.
I’m sure we all have our own unique ways in celebrating Thanksgiving. I grew up in Italy so my experience for celebrating Thanksgiving wasn’t from the start. However, we celebrate Thanksgiving in a really big way in my family. Except this year. We can’t all get together.
I grew up in a home where most of the holidays were celebrated at my parents' house, and still do. This year with just my Mom. My Dad is now in Heaven.
Everyone came to my parents' house. As kids, we couldn’t wait, especially when the clan came from New York. Nobody stayed at hotels. In fact, when my parents built our home, they took into consideration how many bedrooms and bathrooms to have because family was coming from New York. As teenagers, we partied all night long in the family room, while our parents were in the formal living room, while the men gathered in the dining room.