Star for the Journey

thanksgiving

  • When the Table Has Empty Chairs

    There’s a certain stillness that settles into this season for many people—something deeper than cold weather and shorter days. It’s the quiet ache of empty chairs, unanswered phone calls, strained relationships, or miles that feel longer than they appear on any map. It’s the heaviness of knowing that someone who once laughed beside you won’t…

  • Even in the Hollow Places

    There are rooms in the heart where chairs sit empty— names we once whispered often now echo like unanswered songs. Miles stretch, misunderstandings linger, illness builds its silent walls, and some doors close with a softness that still stings. Yet even here, in the unlit corners where longing pools, a strange warmth rises— not from…

  • Where Thankfulness Hides

    Gratitude is sometimes a shadow—a thin line drawn where lightmeets the edge of something we do not choose. It waits in odd places:in the hush between heartbeats,in the bruise-colored hourbefore dawn remembers its name,in the hollow where our questions echo. It is not loud.Not certain.Not easily held. It rises like a small, stubborn flamecupped in…

  • Thanksgiving and the Sacrifice of Gratitude

    If you look around this time of year, it almost feels like Thanksgiving is getting smaller. Store shelves leap from skeletons to snowmen, from cobwebs to candy canes, and somewhere in the middle there’s this quiet little day about gratitude that can easily get squeezed out. No costumes, no glittering lights, no marketing mascot to…