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Whew! Time for a breather.

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Thanksgiving, as far as I'm concerned, couldn't be better timed this year. I need a breather! Life has been in high gear for me personally professionally as of late, and I am looking forward to down time: food, family, knitting, reading, and oh! Sleep!

Of course, there is the standard "What are you thankful for" thoughts that we ponder this time of year, and for most of us, regardless of our financial circumstances, we have many blessings for which to thank God. Maybe Thanksgiving weekend is also a good time to do a little assessing before Advent: where do I need to change? What dark corner of my life do I need to shed a bit of light upon? How can I best prepare for Christ?

Yes, there will be turkey and cranberries and pie and football and naps and knitting. But let there also be prayer and pondering on this great American holiday.

 Most merciful Father,
your gifts of love are countless
and your goodness infinite.
On Thanksgiving Day we come before you
with gratitude for your kindness:
open our hearts to concern for others
so that we may share your gifts
of loving service with all your people.
We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
(from Magnificat)

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