This year was such a marked contrast to last year. It was our first Thanksgiving in a place that was home. Really home. It was good.
I raked my leaves and listed my own blessings. At the risk of boring you I ofer the short list. Leaves. Bonfires. Mercy. Grace. Forgiveness. Peaceful political process. Children. Friends. Family. I am in love with a God who would pour out umexpected blessings for all who would desire to walk with him. Sometimes, humilty doesn't leave a lot of room for other words.
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