Many blessing come to each of us each passing day, some we see. A loved one~blue sky~food on the table, do we really appreciate them or take them for granted. Some we do not see, the air we breath~prayers said. This year has been filled with blessings, many seen and many unseen. Prayers have been answered, friends made me laugh with a heavenly meal. Angels took take care of my derriere (toilet paper), health no sickness anywhere. The list is way toooo long to list them all, this Thanksgiving I am blessed more than words can say.
All I can say, "Thank You" from heaven above.
Date Written: 10/28/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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