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Tis the season, for saying Thanks

This is a month, when we pause, we take a look at our lives, and express thanks.  We don't do this often enough, and we sometimes don't look at the little things.  I am going to look at things through a different lens of gratitude this morning....

I am thankful for.....

The seasons when we had so little money, because we have learned to be disciplined, and to not take times of plenty for granted.

The times when I was in pain, and struggling physically, because I don't let a painfree day go by without thanking God for it.

For the really difficult moments in life....because the people who truly love you unconditionally, shine so bright in those moments.

For a husband that works a regular job, even though he hates it, because he takes his role as provider dead dog serious. (but I love even more, that he pursues his creative ventures too, because that is what keeps the twinkle in his eye)

For my children, on good days and bad, because on their worst day, I wouldn't trade my life for anyones.

For challenges outside of my control, because they give me a chance to exercise grace under pressure.

I could keep going, but I have to get to work.  Oh that is another one..... I am thankful for seasons when I don't have enough work, because when I am in the weeds and have more work than I can handle, all I can say is thank you Lord, for swamping me with work. :)



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