Dear
Pastor:
That was
pretty slick! I liked how you preached the “In Everything Give Thanks” sermon, and then
tell us you’re leaving! There’ll never
be another Doc, and I am so thankful that I have had the pleasure these many
years to hear you speak. (See, I was
listening.)
Dear
Self:
Really…the
toaster oven is not the best place to rest your cell phone as it charges...even if the only reason you put it there was
to keep the heat from the dishwasher from affecting it. I assure you, 25 minutes of
toaster oven heat is much worse. I’m
thankful that my phone still seems to work fine, including my camera.
Dear
Carbs:
Why did you
sneak in that half of Logan’s roll I ate?
Had it not been for you, I may have eaten two…or three of those rolls...I’m thankful I only hate half.
Dear
Logan’s Roll:
You really
aren’t as good as I remembered you were from the last time I partook of your refined white flour and yeast baked blend.
I am thankful that you will not tempt me too much anymore.
Dear
Pittsburgh Steelers:
Seriously? But then again, if I were getting paid as
much as you, I’d wear some silly looking Honey Nut Cheerios Bee-looking uniform, too, if it were demanded of me. I’m
thankful it’s not demanded of me.
Dear
Hustle Bustle:
I can
hardly believe that by the end of this week, you will be in full force. I wish people understood that they don’t have
to go far into debt, stressing and straining their budgets to give more than
they can afford, because this season is not at all about making retailers
rich. It’s about Christ, and His gift to
us. I am very thankful for Jesus, who
stepped out of eternity to give His life for me, so that I could be
redeemed. Forever, I am grateful.