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I used Grammarly to check this blog post, because I would rather be spending time with my family and garden, than checking the grammar of this blog post!** Back in September, I read  book called One Thousand Gifts . I have been thinking often lately about trying to do this exercise. I think it will be easy in the beginning...I think it will be difficult to come up with 1000 that do not repeat. So, I am going to try. Obviously, this will not be done all in one sitting...(Aren't you glad?) I am thankful for my YHWH.   I am thankful for Christ.  I am thankful for the Holy Spirit I am thankful for James . I am thankful for Andrew. I am thankful for Charles . I am thankful for Cassie. I am thankful for YaYa. I am thankful for Stephanie. I am thankful for Aaden. I am thankful for my mother. I am thankful for my father. I am thankful for Joy. I am thankful for Wade. I am thankful for PJ. I am thankful for James Morgan. I am thankful for Grace. I...

I have been thinking about writing about this a lot - often - too often to count. It did not happen to me, but it pains me. These thoughts occur more than I would like them to do so. And, when they do, I am overwhelmed. Most of the time if occurs with me looking at a picture. Other times it happens when I see some trait in my children that reminds me of him and then my mind jumps, runs, faster than I can stop it and I am saddened. It lingers over family photographs in a manner which cannot be described. The backdrop of this is a simple statement of something that occurred almost a century ago...almost 90 years ago to be exact. My great-grandmother was murdered. I have heard some say she was slain. I know the words mean the same, but it seems to me like it is a nicer word. Murder sounds heinous and evil. The manner in which she died was pure evil. It ripped apart a family. It took a mother away from her children. It left a stain of sadness upon us. And, I do not think people often thi...