The gift of gratitude

This month is one full of mixed emotions. On the one hand, I’m looking forward to seeing God work out His purposes during our move. . .on the other, I’m taking some time to reflect on the blessings He has lavished upon me during my time in Texas.

Now those of you who know me well can attest that I’m something of a sap anyway. For example, tonight was sad because my family ate at our favorite pizza joint for the last time. I know, I know. . .they have good pizza in Arkansas too. But I’ve spent over a year building relationships with these people. And saying goodbye is always hard.

I think about pushing my sweet daughter on the swing in our neighborhood park for the last time. It’s coming! But, you know what? It comes for all of us, doesn’t it?

I think about the transformation of my son from a scared and timid bike rider to a real pro — something that took place right here in our neighborhood during the past few years.

Texas has been good to me, and when I leave, part of my heart will remain — not because of the place but because of the people and the life lessons I’ve learned here.

I guess I could reminisce at length, but you probably wouldn’t be interested in reading that.

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