I started listening to Christmas tunes today. I filled the house with some updates to old favorites, and Neil Diamond singing the classics. Then the blizzard showed up as scheduled and life was groovy.
Then I got in the car to run a few errands.
I hadn’t changed the station yet.
Most days I listen to KLOVE: Positive, Encouraging Christian music. I dig it. And it keeps me from getting road rage.
Today was a little different.
The president of World Vision Online talked about what he saw on a recent trip to Africa. An 8 year old boy was now responsible for feeding his family: His mom and 3 sisters. That day, all he found was a nest of rats.
With Bubonic plague.
I treat survival like a fun little test. In parts of the world, survival is a way of life. For children. For babies. For mamas.
This thanksgiving, I will get to sit down to a feast. Every day, my hunt for food is less than a block away. My children have never missed a meal.
It’s time to pay it forward.
May a bountiful feast grace your table this Thanksgiving.