Things are different. Foreign. Apprehensive. Melancholy.
But I rejoice, still. And I give thanks in all things. And I sing the difficult hallelujah.
And I remember him. And I lift praise for the certainty of hope.
Four years ago, I wrote a post on Thanksgiving for my father. Today, I am dusting it off the archives to repost it.
One of the most special things you can do for others is say how much they mean to you. All too often we race through life without pausing to tell the people we love how much they have impacted us, taught us, inspired us...
In April, I started a special project for my dad...as a birthday gift. And yes, I realize it's November and I am STILL working on it! I contacted all his closest friends and family members and asked them to share what they love about my dad, recall a special memory or tell how he has touched their lives. It was amazing for me to see my dad in the way others see him...and I'm not quite sure he really knows how he has touched so many lives. It will be a gift I know he will treasure forever.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I wanted to share my page that tells the reasons why I am proud to call him dad.
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This week I shared thoughts on gratitude. Don't miss GIFTED: 12 Days of Handmade launching December 1st. Subscribe now to receive posts via email or rss feed.
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Today's post inspired by Imperfect Prose, a collective of stories written on redemption and grace.
