Thankfulness

I'm thankful...

...that I don't have a child with cancer.
...for a husband who is kind and good and provides for us.
...for my childhood.
...that my parents showed me the path to the cross.
...that I chose to take it.
...for my navy blue passport stamped "United States of America".
...for every man and woman who has ever served in defense of my freedom.
...that my parents took me through the white marble crosses of the military cemeteries in Europe.
...that not one time did they say to me, "Freedom isn't free". They let me see it for myself.
...that when I go to the grocery store today I will have enough money to buy what we need.
...that when my child says, "I'm hungry" I don't have to say, "I'm sorry, there's nothing to eat."
...that the Most High God has my name carved on the palm of His hand.
...for my siblings. I love them.
...for a husband who loves me.
...that my children have a great daddy.
...that Pillsbury makes such a great pie crust.
...for my friends.
...for the Call of God on my life.
...for the Holy Spirit.
...for books.
...that I grew up in the Third World.
...for peace that passes all understanding.
...for the privilege of striving to make a difference.
...that I've figured out what gives my Great Dane gas.
...for Burundian tea.
...that my children love Jesus and are letting Him mold their little lives.
...for the sound of the F16s flying over my house because of what they represent.
...that God is bigger than the Boogie Man and Obama.
...that my list could go on for days.