A bouquet of blessings

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I missed my last thanksgiving session because I forgot! Terrible isnt it? After all the badgering and the pestering, the gifts finally arrive and I forget to say thank you. Here is a double bowl of blessings for which I am grateful.

A job to get out of the house and go to. I have grumbled today and all through last week about the commute when a month ago I would have gladly walked hours to work to get out of the house. Thank you for the job lord and please let me not have to wait 2 hours for a bus. Thank you:)

For two great friends who have opened their home, hands, hearts and hearth to me.

For the end of decision making and the beginning of a process.

For good health, intellect and strength.

For my future which God alone knows.

For Charis's smile which lights up the room.

For a warm break in the middle of a cold season.

Puff-puff

For Gods gift of his son Jesus, He who gave us his son will he not freely give us all things.

Thank you Lord for everything you have done!

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  1. lamikayty11:57 AM

    Thank you Lord for everything you have done!!!

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  2. Anonymous12:16 PM

    Yes, in all things, give THANKS. Even for 2 hour wait at bus stops. Some have no buses, so trek; some cannot afford to go in buses; some are too ill to sit down in buses, etc

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