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There's absolutely nothing like going home...except maybe returning home and settling back into a routine. This Thanksgiving reminded me of the many things I have to be thankful for:
  • parents who not only love me, but taught me how to walk in Truth

  • family who practice the story of the Good Samaritan, and not just hear it

  • my church family

  • the rich life of America - adequate roads, vehicles, hotels, restaurants, well-stocked grocery stores, houses with extra bedrooms & heat, etc.

  • police & EMS crews - who actually respond to calls in a timely and mannerly fashion

  • my job - I'm part-time but still have vacation hours!

  • Dr. Pepper

  • the diverse beauty in our nation

  • the small smidgen of artistic talent humans receive from God, as we display in architecture, design, artwork, etc

  • Alabama winning the Iron Bowl!
  • my brother-in-law graciously allowing us to crash at his house to watch the Iron Bowl on his nice tv
  • my brother-in-law allowing me to quickly use his internet to catch up on things
  • a week without internet or cell phones at Mom & Dad's
  • a husband who graciously drives 12 hours one way to spend 5 days with his in-laws and never complains!
  • and so much more!
and now it's back to the whirlwind of Christmas celebrations: costumes, plays, choir pieces, decorating, cooking and FUN! Fun! fun!

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