Thankful for the Pain

I have had some interesting Thanksgiving Days in my life. I've been sick (cold/sinus/flu) on many of them.
Once, a car fell while I was working under it on T-Day. My left wrist has had problems ever since.
But last Thanksgiving,  2012, was the hardest day of my life, bar none. It was the day I waved goodbye in tears to my children as they left their grandparents' house to go home, just before I moved a state away. Their mother and I were divorcing, and I was trying to find a job.
Today, I'm sitting at the table with my daughters in my home. Their brothers are around here, too.
I've met someone who is very precious to me, and her daughter is a great addition to my four.
My family lives nearby, and God is meeting our needs.
I am blessed. I am thankful.
I am even thankful for the pain of last Thanksgiving, because it has taught me to be even more thankful today.
God bless, and Happy Thanksgiving!

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