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thanksgiving morning

Really, how could this city get much better?  I walk out on Thanksgiving morning to take Maddie to the bus stop and it's snowing.  I was already dressed for a run but the sidewalks were too slippery.  So, I decided to hike up the mountain that sits behind our complex.  It was amazing.  I had in my ear buds, listening to Newsboys singing about everything that makes our God so awesome.  In Chariots of Fire, Eric Liddell says to his sister, "...when I run I feel His pleasure."  And on this morning I totally knew what he meant.  It was like I had stepped outside and God said, Julie, I love you so much.  Do you realize that?  Do you realize that the  mountains will crumble at my name, that one day every knee will bow before me and that I love you? Needless to say, it was a good time out.

We had 8 local friends over for Thanksgiving supper.  It was good.  It's good to eat good food and be around good people.  I just have to say that I think the turkey is the most over emphasized and unjustly adored meat among North Americans.  Now, I've never had a deep fried turkey, which I'm pretty sure is worth all the turkey hub bub, but turkey really isn't all that good.  Even well cooked turkey isn't all that great.  What do we do with turkey meat?  We cover it with gravy or cranberry sauce.  Good gravy could cover a multitude of sins.  And well, cranberry sauce it could make a dead parakeet taste good.  So, like I say every-single-year, the turkey is totally not worth it.

And just like every other Thanksgiving day past, I always wonder why I don't make dressing every single day of the week.



 

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