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Grateful Heart

Dalton and a friend earlier this year


Tomorrow marks another Thanksgiving... another birthday for me, and a mama with a burdened, but grateful heart.

Two weeks ago, our middle boy left for boarding school where he will be staying as the rest of the family heads off to Brazil in a few short days. 

Tomorrow as we sit eating turkey and pie without him at the table, and without our oldest who is now in Brazil alone for the holiday, we might not feel overwhelming in the spirit of the holiday. But we can be grateful, nonetheless, for each one of our boys.  We can be glad that Dalton is in a great place with great people.  He is safe and sound. He is in a wonderful school with individual attention.  He is well cared for everyday.

As my mama heart is heavy tomorrow, it can still be glad and grateful...

and I humbly pray for other fellows out on the streets of Reidsville over the holiday weekend who have no family that cares for them, no warm place to lay their head, and no turkey and pie - regardless of the reasons - we can pray for each one.


"Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart." Seneca

Psalm 138: 1-3

I will praise You with my whole heart;
Before the gods I will sing praises to You.
I will worship toward Your holy temple,
And praise Your name
For Your lovingkindness and Your truth;
For You have magnified Your word above all Your name.
In the day when I cried out, You answered me,
And made me bold with strength in my soul.

Thankful for Dalton's new school - Shepherds Hill Academy:
Shepherds Hill Academy 
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  1. cellartopNovember 26, 2014 at 11:18 AM

    I can only look forward to seeing him in January and be thankful we know he is warm, well fed and safe.I will miss his smile and his tight hugs.

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  2. VickiNovember 26, 2014 at 5:52 PM

    Hugging your mama's heart from too far away.

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