I remember the first time I thought I might die. A foreign virus had me in a stranglehold. I was in an anguishing, fevery way—and that, a continent from home.
The summer I was 19 was the first time that I prayed,
“Lord, if you won’t heal me, please take me home.”
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Thanksgiving this year will be different. The massive Considine clan will not gather for the first time in my adult life. Thoughts Of Former Thanksgivings There will not be the moment when I walk into my Uncle Nathan’s house and stunned by the dozens of beloved aunts and uncles and first cousins who are now…
An unthankful person is like a container with a hole in it and all the blessings that are in it just leak out. The grateful person has unlimited capacity to truly enjoy God’s blessings, while the ungrateful person can’t enjoy the blessings he does have. Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth, The Attitude to Gratitude Do you leak? Not- Does your…