I am thankful for the unexpected single occupancy room at the conference I attended last month. The occasional fuller-than-expected gas tank is also an ordinary blessing. The flash of a hawk across my line of sight is again ordinarily extraordinary. I thank you, God. I'm also thankful that the brine last night made the turkey succulently delicious, that the dressing wasn't dry like I had anticipated, that the cranberry sauce wasn't too tart, that the stuffed pumpkin hasn't failed me yet, and that the last bite of the slice of pumpkin pie made the previous lackluster bites worth it. Additionally, I'm thankful for an exuberant parade with children and a father-in-law who enjoyed themselves. Thanks for firewood, Steve Martin, John Candy, and electricity. You continue to shatter my obtuseness, Lord. Glory be to the Father, the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever.
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