Thanksgiving

It's the afternoon of Thanksgiving Day.  A quiet Thanksgiving, for certain.  If you don't know what I'm thankful for today, you might want to read my older posts.  But I'll save you the effort.  What I am most thankful for seems to be asleep a few feet to my right, wrapped up in a plaid blanket.  I have known for years that I am extravagantly and confoundingly blessed, but sometimes God reminds us in terms and ways that we can't ignore.  So, this Thanksgiving, I pray that you all see your blessings as clearly as I see mine, if not as dramatically.