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I may not have my own car.
I buy my clothes at Marhsalls and Goodwill.
We may not get food at the Organic Market or go out to lunch at the coffee shop anymore.
{ But I am SO rich }
So blessed.
Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the rain pour down and the wind whistle eerily through the trees. But I wasn't cold, nor wet, nor scared. Snuggled under my big, warm, comforter, with food in my belly and not one, but two soft pillows under my bed, I was perfectly fine.
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I ate dinner with my two wonderful parents last night. They joked around as my mom made dinner, and my dad snuck a kiss. There was no fighting, no arguing, no heart-ache.
My closet is overflowing with clothes.
My tummy is always satisfied.
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My shoes always shod.
My clothes always clean.
My hands are soft, not calloused from hard labor.
Thanksgiving is coming up, a time where everyone seems to stop for just a moment, and count their blessings.
Be thankful, because I'm pretty sure, you're rich too.
For ways to give this season, check out:
Samaritan's Purse
Compassion
and
Warm Blankets
{ I am so blessed }
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ."
Ephesians 1:3
I buy my clothes at Marhsalls and Goodwill.
We may not get food at the Organic Market or go out to lunch at the coffee shop anymore.
{ But I am SO rich }
So blessed.
Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the rain pour down and the wind whistle eerily through the trees. But I wasn't cold, nor wet, nor scared. Snuggled under my big, warm, comforter, with food in my belly and not one, but two soft pillows under my bed, I was perfectly fine.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHubd6mOQx_4-0ARIW1TLj24UtXb8NKxOmyburqXT07VGHTEqLYvxF9enMurC-bEagEGrSIAZR_73LcntEymTGaWH1lSsEWtQVnFCkWVH8dOX1oMxDj5z_BNNDXSmWkZL58KswO5jNr38/s400/EcuadorPoorChildren.jpg)
I ate dinner with my two wonderful parents last night. They joked around as my mom made dinner, and my dad snuck a kiss. There was no fighting, no arguing, no heart-ache.
My closet is overflowing with clothes.
My tummy is always satisfied.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNHDkGqrqkaQX3-tDL41HWqVMJ2eiB1Pd7SOS1hMMxZn0UkEhLxiJ2npCovxCPy0OsCxLmGTe9aGjIf3hzBDwPJMQz99lMRgYoL94N6T-ze2MehXihcn8aG3KkhhQe2-RbqZtUkLtf3Q/s400/news971201.jpg)
My shoes always shod.
My clothes always clean.
My hands are soft, not calloused from hard labor.
Thanksgiving is coming up, a time where everyone seems to stop for just a moment, and count their blessings.
Be thankful, because I'm pretty sure, you're rich too.
For ways to give this season, check out:
Samaritan's Purse
Compassion
and
Warm Blankets
{ I am so blessed }
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ."
Ephesians 1:3
5 comments:
Amen Leesi. Thanks for the reminder.
Very good post! thanks for sharing.
great Elisa, so so true and easy to forget, sadly.
i am so thankful for my blessings.
i love your blog.
(especially the header!)
love,
j.peri
I haven't visited your blog in a long while... I really like this one! Well done!
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