Lingering Gratitude

Most years, I arrive home from our family Thanksgiving dinner with a full stomach, containers of leftovers, and the desire to take a nice, long nap. But this year, I carried something else: The lingering stench of smoke. It clung to my clothes, hair, and jacket. I...

The transforming power of a grateful heart

I wasn’t exactly mad, but neither was I thrilled with my friend’s suggestion. It was my first Thanksgiving overseas. I was homesick for my family, missing all the holiday traditions I dearly loved, and horribly sick with all-day sickness. (I refuse to call...

Sleeping on the couch-a lesson in thankfulness

If you’ve followed my blog for awhile, you know that I operate a small daycare. But you may not know this interesting little fact…my three teenage sons and I lived in the daycare before we were able to buy our own home. Yep, that was as fun as it sounds....

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