X-mas Machine.

Because Thanksgiving has been chewed up and shat out by the X-mas machine I thought I just might take a minute to tell you what I am thankful for.

Espresso.

The smell of wood-smoke on winter wind.

Black beans, butternut squash, potatoes and curry.



Sunsets and sunrises and shooting stars and the moon, the lovely, lonely moon.

Friends who fight for justice.

Parents whose shadow I've never had to live in, whose words have never torn me down. Two brothers and a sister who would do anything in this world for me and have. A kid sister, who I miss and can't wait to see in heaven.

International Justice Mission, Not For Sale, Nightlight International, Shared Hope.

And my Jesus. Who is tender with the broken-hearted.

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