The days of thanks begin at birth.
For the few things we adults see as thankful-giving are echoed in the heart of the giving that came when we were put together as children.
So conceive again the child…
Conceive every day the living breath…
Conceive again the joy of light seen through eyes not blinded by fear…
Conceive of the hollow emptiness that exists when we don’t notice the little things of God around our every breath and beat.
The days of thanks are leading our steps and following our lives.
I am thankful just to know that.
Happy turkey day!
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