God of all of us,
Life as we knew it has changed.
Thanksgiving as we knew it is different this year.
We have lost people we love.
We have lost gathering in the ways we used to gather.
Some of us have lost jobs or trust or optimism.
So we grieve today, even as we give thanks.
We lament today, even as we hold onto moments of joy.
You are a God who hears and knows our lament.
We also lament the state of our nation and the division among us.
We don’t want to move too quickly to unity
without addressing the pain that lies under that division.
We give you our hurt. We give you our anger.
May your hearing of our prayers and our pain
open the way for healing and new hope and restored community.