Thanksgiving

Our borrowed lives, not our own, yet made beautiful by some of the people who are placed in our lives. Our borrowed lives, not our own, yet enriched by the trials that are placed in our lives.

I think it is a gift of God when I was given the chance to watch over 100 planes fly over my head on Monday and Tuesday.

I think it is a gift of God when 12-14 gals meet up weekly for CG despite a busy work schedule.

I think it is a gift of God when I am given a chance to experience what it feels like to be loved by someone and to love someone.

I think it is a gift of God when friends (straight ones whom I do not catch up with often) look into my eyes and ask me how I have been.

I think it is a gift of God when I am able to go off from work at 1230p.m. this afternoon.

I asked myself a question after yesterday's CG session, something I have asked before a few times but has always served as a good reminder, placing things back into perspective every single time ;

What is the purpose of my existence on earth and what am I living for?
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