Thanksgiving was always a bitter reminder of how little she actually had to be thankful for. It'd been five years to the day since her husband had been killed in the war. All she had left to remember him by was his old tattered coat. All the pictures, his old clothes, and the precious memories of the little time they'd had together burned with the house, all ashes now.
Like the last four thanksgivings, she spent this one sitting alone in the rubble of the house they once shared. On her plate she had a single roll, which was to be the best meal she'd tasted in a long time, so for her meal, she is thankful. She bows her head and folds her hands to pray.
"Dear God, Thanks for the meal which I am about to recieve, and for keeping me safe, healthy, and alive. Lord, I know haven't much, but thanks for all Your blessing You have bestowed upon me today and in past severalyears. I know You have reasons for everything we go through, help me to see Your reasoning and praise You for it. In Your name I pray, Amen!"
Like the last four thanksgivings, she spent this one sitting alone in the rubble of the house they once shared. On her plate she had a single roll, which was to be the best meal she'd tasted in a long time, so for her meal, she is thankful. She bows her head and folds her hands to pray.
"Dear God, Thanks for the meal which I am about to recieve, and for keeping me safe, healthy, and alive. Lord, I know haven't much, but thanks for all Your blessing You have bestowed upon me today and in past severalyears. I know You have reasons for everything we go through, help me to see Your reasoning and praise You for it. In Your name I pray, Amen!"
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