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FOR TODAY(November 23)...


Outside my window...gray skies and damp, trampled leaves.
I am thinking...about all the food I will prepare for family this week.
I am thankful for...the soothing quality of a favorite song.
From the learning rooms...a shortened number of days to work with.
I am wearing...an old, comfortable sweat shirt, jeans and socks on my cold toes.
I am creating...a gift for my mother-in-law for her 80th birthday.
I am going...to the library!
I am reading...A Tale of Two Cities
I am hoping...to be a source of encouragement for someone close to my heart.
I am hearing...the gentle, swirling water and the hum of the spin cycle in the washing machine.
Around the house...children scattered about in various stages of morning chores.
One of my favorite things...the picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe that was gifted to me by my most thoughtful sister-in-law.

A few plans for the rest of the week: to be truly thankful for each moment, to take a meal to the neighbors who just welcomed a new baby into their family, to not stress about our travels.


Here is picture for thought I am sharing... Jack and his friend.







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  1. PattyNovember 23, 2009 at 1:08 PM

    Dropped by from Peggy's. Adorable picture. We seem to be experiencing about the same kind of weather. It has drizzled here all morning. Hope your Thanksgiving is wonderful.

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  2. dtbrentsNovember 24, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    That is a wonderful picture of Jack and his friend. I pray you will always be an encouragement to others. It's a great ministry. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Doylene

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