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Thankful Thursday again I love this day of the week and so badly each week think of it but don't get that far most weeks anymore!
It gives me all week to think what I am most thankful for though probably a habit from doing it every week which is good right.

Thankful for the snow that feel today I get really bored of day in day out normal weather I know I'm weird give me a good storm and a weather warning that excites me:)

Thankful for K who helps L with her homework a lot of the time it kind of warms my heart to see them working together after school sometimes...

I'm thankful for a husband who runs errands like buying 15 pillows forms from ikea:) for a craft group I'm in.... yes I'm going to learn to sew if it kills me:)  he willingly did that for me he's good like that and I love that about him..

I'm thankful for the calling I have that makes me stretch and gets me out of my comfort zone I know I've said that before but its true I do somethings now that I hated before and I think we only get better at things as we do them part of learning and growing right....

I'm thankful for a warm bed, a home, and children to fill it, our prayers may not get answered the way we think they should all the time.... but I'm learning that its more like accepting a different path or plan and sometimes its far better then it could have been when you start looking around at all you have that you thought you never would.....

I'm thankful for the smiles my kids give me especially if they are doing something they shouldn't be doing.....more importantly the ones that say I love you and the sweet little hugs...

I'm thankful for the moments when all my kids are laughing and helping each other or hearing one say  "there ya go buddy" after he helped get a zipper up or helped one get ready for bed....

or hearing L the other night telling me what made her happy that day was

that her brothers told her they loved her when they were playing then she smiled like it was the best thing ever. and really it is all we ever want is to love and be loved......

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I'm thankful for
all the small simple things I take for granted

because I wouldn't trade a moment of it to
WALK A MILE IN HER SHOES

I'm thankful for all the daily reminders  

to try a little harder to be a little better

" Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don't judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone's differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings, having patience with someone who has let us down, or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn't handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another's weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us.
Charity is expecting the best of each other."
-Marvin J. Ashton

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I love quotes like this and am so thankful for words that make me take a step back and look at what I'm doing or thinking.  

We have no idea where people have been to get to where they are now, to make us who we are and why we are are here. But I'm thinking if we did walk a mile in there shoes we would learn a lot....
we judge at first sight way to much.

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 Thankful for LIFE. The one chance we have..is all about ...

The Race

by D. H. Groberg

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children's race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud." But as he speed down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he'd win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn't win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow. But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!" He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. "I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race." But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face with a steady look that said again, "Get up and win that race!" So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. "If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to run real fast!" Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten... but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. "There's no sense running anymore! Three strikes I'm out! Why try? I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace." But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face. "Get up," an echo sounded low, "you haven't lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!" the echo urged him on, "Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!" So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit. So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end. They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well." "To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell." And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says,  "Get up and win that race!"   What are you most thankful for today?