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We were SO very fortunate to be able to go back home for Thanksgiving. I love this holiday, it’s all about family and love and praising God for the blessings He’s given us when we don’t deserve it. It’s even more special because Tony and I’s parents live about 20 minutes away from each other we celebrate the holiday all together, no alternating between the parents, no missing out, we’re all together under one warm roof. Thank you Lord, for that.
I also spent a few days with my dearest friends. It’s been a tradition to visit my very best friends the night of Thanksgiving mostly because that’s the one night everyone is together and it just works out for all us. Thankfully, and hopefully their families don’t mind so much. My friendships with these girls are CHERISHED, for when I’m away 600 miles and we’re back together, nothing skips a beat. It’s a TRUE friendship, an ACCOUNTABLE friendship, a LOVED friendship. Thank you Lord, for that.
I was able to partake in black Friday shopping with my mom. I know, I know, for some it’s absolutely ridiculous and for others, it’s the pinnacle of Thanksgiving. And yes I do admit, staying up til 12 or waking up at 4 to get inline to go to a store to buy things it’s a little ridiculous, it’s it’s kind of fun. And mostly because I can spend it with my mom, even if it’s just walking around, or shopping together, it’s time well spent. Thank you Lord, for that.
A meal around the table with my parents, my brothers and sisters in law and friends is one of my FAVORITE things ever. The last night we were in town, we had Tony’s younger brother and sister Chris and Shannon, and Chris’s girlfriend Megan, and my mom’s friend Etta, come over for a filipino meal. There’s something magical about having a meal together, without the t.v.. It’s community and fellowship over a meal that was cooked under our own house, with money that was spent for the food, purely for luxury. There was a lot of laughter and afterwards, a game of wii bowling! And I have to add that I proudly won the battle between Chris and I! But as I sat waiting for my turn, I felt the warmth of friendship and togetherness. Thank you Lord, for that.
We put up Christmas tree with the help of our used-to-be-but-still-are-even-though-we’re-out-of-state mentors and friends, the Mullins. They were kind enough to come over to our house and catch up and watch us put the home-made ornaments on our tree. The lights were going, the heater was warming, the stockings were hung up with care. Christmas isn’t about the lights though, nor is about the presents, or the bing crosby album, or home-made wreaths. It’s solely about the birth of a child, the son of God, our perfect Father who loves and loves to the end of the earth, that would later sacrifice himself for all of US, all our faults, all our wrong doings, all our we-know-betters. That special night has been hallmarked, and I admit I do partake in the red and white stockings, the Christmas lights, and the new Michael Buble album about winter wonderlands and silver bells. All that can be fun, but let us not FORGET the true REASON of why we are here, the sweet babe that was born into our world, to save US. Thank you Lord, for that.














