GLORY TO OUR PERSONAL YET ALL POWERFUL LORD!
I was dragging my feet getting ready. For as long as I can remember, we’ve had an open mike for folks to share their thank-yous the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Children often go first and warm up the crowd with sweeping praises, “Thank you, God, for the whole wide world,” and with smaller ones, “We have a new baby. She smiled at me.”
I was dragging my feet because I’d stepped behind that mike two Thanksgivings before this one, and the memory of it still made me miserable. Maybe I should just stay home again this year like I’d done last year? I wanted to believe that everyone had forgotten it by now. I sure wanted to forget.
At the last minute, I decided to go and slipped in late beside Lisa and Dave, hoping to duck out just as quickly when it was over.Why had I bothered to come? I…
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