Last night I was
preparing the stuffing for the turkey.
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It’s the breaking
of bread that always seems to take more time, so I wait until the last minute
to get started with this task. I was listening to the television, World News
Tonight, and going through the repetitive motion of taking chunks of bread
from a stuffing loaf and placing into a large metal mixing bowl. As I was
working, terrible events were happening in the news. An officer was lost by
violence, fugitives on the run, countries being torn by chaos. I continued to
break the bread apart. As I did, I realized how lucky I am to being doing
this simple task. I became overwhelmed with gratitude for food in a home I
love and know my family and friends
are safe. But I also know life can change in a instant. It has
happened before. I appreciate being blessed with mundane normalcy and peace. And try to help others who are less fortunate and be a blessing to someone each day.
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Thanksgiving is a
time for us to remember how blessed we truly are in this life. So as this
great meal ends and we begin to do our tasks, clearing the table, doing
dishes, putting away leftovers, I will cherish the day at home. That warm
place filled with scents of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie, recalling warm
memories of those no longer with us, and thinking of those who are less
fortunate who would have loved to just break bread for a holiday meal.
Volunteering or donating supplies or funds is one way to make a difference.
During this holiday, its best to remind ourselves that breaking bread is in
itself a blessing everyone deserves.
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XO,
PattyL
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'Juicy' Watercolor and Ink, 11" x 14"
