My husband died a two-and-a-half months before Thanksgiving 1989. My youngest daughter was a mere five-years-old. Yet, somehow amid the trauma of it all, we managed to focus on God's Word and my sweet little girl memorized and quoted Psalm 100, in its entirety, as we sat around the table with friends on Thanksgiving day.
Even as we walked through the valley of the shadow of death, we were still able to praise God, from Whom all blessings flow.
SHOUT joyfully to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Serve the LORD with gladness;
Come before Him with joyful singing.
3 Know that the LORD Himself is God;
It is He who has made us,
and not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
4 Enter His gates with thanksgiving,
And His courts with praise.
Give thanks to Him; bless His name.
5 For the LORD is good;
His lovingkindness is everlasting,
And His faithfulness to all generations.
Wishing you and yours a blessed and very happy Thanksgiving!