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Of course we're all giving all sorts of thanks this week, but I just don't feel worthy of all I have been given. I have health and material wealth and great in-laws and wonderful parents and kids without physical or psychological issues and a husband without hang-ups or anger or unhealthy habits. He works, he bathes, he laughs and overlooks. I have friends, albeit busy friends and friends far away, but kind friends and long-term friends.
I have a chance to do my horse life, again. I'm getting a do-over! Not many folks get a chance like that. I have little hobbies and interests that I can pursue, in small but rewarding ways. I live in a country where women are valued and educated. I have healthcare and health insurance. I pay a lot for a little, but I don't really even use it that much.
I can vote. I can speak. I can express myself in print in a thousand venues. I can buy what I want and boycott where I want and still have a hundred places to spend a little expendable income. I have a flabby belly from the three-times over trip to the hospital that brought smiles and giggling girls into my big, warm house.
I have a house that is being re-created around me. It has a finished front and a bare behind and more transformation to go, all of my choosing. I can get to at least four home-remodel centers in less than 30 minutes!
I don't even have to leave my house to get my work done. I don't have to send my children away to be inculcated by some government authority. I can even pick out whom I want for my authorities and my choices will count. I can complain if my picks don't win. I can complain loud and long.
My opportunities for entertainment are almost unlimited. About the only thing I cannot do is be alone. I can watch what I want when I want. I can borrow for free. I can ask for gifts several times a year. I can do nothing one day a week and be blessed by it.
I can travel when I want, where I want, with whomever I want. I can roam the country or roam the world. I can sleep peacefully knowing that in a hundred places young men are willing to die for my safety.
I have hope for my future, unending hope because God chose to become a person and die just to save me from my ridiculous selfishness and sin. I can live without fear because the perfect gave it all away to take my place at the place of ultimate payment. I suffer not because it has been done for me.
Happy Thanksgiving. |
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