It seems like an appropriate time to write about gratefulness. Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. I cooked for about 20 people. I had 3 of my siblings and their families and my mother and her husband over to my very little house. It was great. I spent 2 weeks planning. I made 3 trips to the market. I spent 4 days cleaning. And it was really great. I really enjoyed all of it. I cleaned as an act of service to my family, wanting them to be comfortable in my home. I bought flowers so the house could look pretty and festive. I cooked lots and lots of food, mostly just because I could. I baked my kids favorite desserts in addition to the pies I had planned just because they asked me to. I included the kids in cooking even when it made the process take longer and the clean up a lot harder. Did I mention how great it was? Before I go any farther I need to clarify that none of this got done because I'm so great or because I am some amazing homemaker. No. It all got done because I relied on God