Thankful #21

I have been shopping, shopping, shopping for Thanksgiving dinner and regular dinners, too. Look at my fridge. Well, not too closely. It is bursting at the seams. I have had to resort to storing some things in my garage. I am grateful for abundance. When my brother came home from his mission in Russia about 11 years ago, he went to the grocery store with my mom. He could not get over how much food there was on the shelves. I know this is common for people returning from countries where there is less. Here, we have everything we want or need at our fingertips. I realize that this particular blessing, like so many, comes with a price. It is a double-edged sword. I may expound on that sometime when I am not being grateful. I remain grateful for it anyway. Although my kids often swear they are starving to death (so do I sometimes, I admit), the truth is that we have never really known hunger. I pray we never do. We are so blessed to live when and where we do. (Doug's grandma, whom we affectionately call "Happy Happy" used to say that every time you asked her how she was doing. She was a precious woman.)

Now, let's eat!