I woke up this morning ready to feel sorry for myself. I’ve been sick the past few days and instead of getting better I keep getting worse. Today I was too sick to have Thanksgiving dinner with my family and I was ready to throw a pity party for myself instead.
Fortunately, my husband crashed that pity party, put an end to it and turned the day into one of gratitude and celebration. He whipped up a little Thanksgiving meal for us and we enjoyed a delicious meal together in our dining room (which we never used). As I sat there eating I started to think about how blessed I am in sickness and in health.
