ANY LIL SPOT WILL DO

Sitting at my kitchen table gazing at the leaves as they playfully dance through the air to the tune of mother nature and her whistling wind song ! My eye catches the glimmer of a glistening auburn beauty as it takes its rest on my glass porch table . Each leaf finding its own little spot on the floor of my step or on my little table caused my mind to slip away to the old homestead where I grew up . I remember sitting on the floor in a corner just listening to the talking and laughter . Our house always seemed full of both family and friends, so a little spot on the floor is all you could find sometimes ! I can almost smell the freshly baked bread , molasses cookies ( a favorite of all us kids ) , apple pie , and sometimes cinnamon buns . O how blessed and spoiled we were . Thanks Giving was always welcomed at the Bustard residence with pride and joy and thankful hearts and GREAT FOOD !!!
A time to reminisce and be thankful for family and friends and to count our blessings both big and small . In our home it was a blessing just to get a seat at the table when the first round of food was served ! Musical chairs was a daily game in our home , because just as sure as you got up , someone was going to take your spot . So you learned at a young age to get everything taken care of before you sat down , because the kids always outnumbered the seats !! And if you didn’t make it in the first round of seating , then you prayed there would be enough dressing and gravy left by the time it was your turn to fill your plate!. That is where we first learned to pray and believe God over the simple things . We needed to have simple faith just to survive !! ( laughing ) Of course I am jesting. We never ran short , there was always plenty for all!
Daddy was a real believer in “ the family that prays together , stays together !” Blessing at our dinner table was never forgotten or neglected ! It was not just said at Thanks Giving , it was even said over crackers and cheese ,while driving on a trip . Many times when company came to visit us when my dad was alive , it ended up being a prayer meeting . If one of us were sick , daddy would pray for healing . I can still see him standing in our driveway on a Sunday evening just before church, holding my youngest brother Morton in his arms after just running over him with his big old Pontiac car . Looking up to the heavens and asking God to not let his little boy die . Mom frantically wanting to get to the hospital and he doing what he knew to do best , calling on God first . We later learned that Bro. McNair who was the pastor at the time had turned the Sunday Night service into a prayer meeting !! Of Course God came through again , nothing short of another miracle ! Morton is now a very healthy world wide evangelist preaching the Word Of God , O how proud his daddy would be to know that his little prayer prayed in the yard is now a preaching machine for the God he sooo loved !!!!!!
So our spot we found at the old homestead growing up, is now a big spot in our hearts today! One of the greatest of ALL Thanks Giving dinners , will be at The Marriage Supper Of The Lamb , when we reunite !!AND Guess what ??!!! There will be a chair for all of the kids at that table and no one will take “My LiL Spot!”