Thanks for giving…

Letter from 2012-11-22

All too often, we focus on what we don’t have and negate what we do have. We concern ourselves with the things that are missing and ignore what is right in front of us. We mull over the past wishing we could make changes while allowing our present to pass us by inevitably affecting our future…

Many of us share our Thanksgiving Day with our family and close friends. We spend hours upon hours preparing a feast. We “super” clean the house because we don’t really know everyone that may come. Some dress in their Sunday’s best. Everything needs to be just right… But what happens when… something goes wrong with the turkey; who made the potato salad; I don’t eat pork but you want me to try chit’lins?!?; someone brought the wrong person to dinner; OR “why did they bring THAT up? That’s why I don’t like coming around in the first place”… that family argument or moment of uncomfortable-ness. What happens then?

No matter how much you love your people and prepare for the celebration of thanks… these things tend to happen. Why? Why can’t we have a nice sit down meal without something dumb happening? The answer is… people. Since, the fall in the Garden we have been having an interesting time dealing with each other. Remember, it all started with Adam. He messed up and the first thing he said was, “this woman you gave me…” We’ve been jacked up ever since 🙂

So, if, or when, those interesting occurrences happen today, just know that you’re in good company. You’re labor of love is not in vain. And you are appreciated.

My special thanks to you for giving to us all…

I love you ALL!!!
Stay blessed,

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