1. The God who created me listens to me pray. And answers.
2. The mom who made me listens to me whine and cry. And responds.
3. The kids I made listened to me today. And obeyed.
Not so thankful for:
The irksome sound of grinding metal on metal when ever I placed my foot on the horizontal pedal in my truck. The typicalness of it not being a simple repair. The horribly ancient and woefully small Ford Escort I was given as a courtesy car. The invoice at the end of the day being equal to one and a half month's wages...
I could go on and on.
Take care,
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