As a huge Harry Potter fan, I have been eagerly awaiting the release of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindewald. I got to see it this past weekend–opening weekend–and it was everything I had hoped for.
As the Warner Bros. logo appeared on screen, my mom leaned over and whispered, “you’re not going to cry, are you?”
“I can’t make any promises,” I told her with a squeal of excitement.
I love the story. I love the characters. I love the message. When I see each film, I get to step back into my favorite world and loose myself for just a little while. I’m thankful for the wonderful imagination of J.K. Rowling and for the way she develops the characters and the entire Wizarding World. There is something magical about it.
Harry Potter is the series I go back to in times of distress. It’s hard to explain why, but the easiest explanation is because it’s easy to lose myself in the world. I’m thankful for the imagination that accompanies me and that the Lord has blessed me with. That imagination has helped to shape me and the way I see the world.
I’m thankful for all those things.