Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving, the heart is not grateful for nature, no, it needs to be trained in that. Practice.

Start.

• I am grateful that when the sun hits the water even earlier in the morning.
• It invents to multiply into a million small suns.
• Whether in the lake.
• The sea.
• The river or the puddle.
• It is a luminous meiosis that itches the chest.

I am grateful that bad things like pierced knees and the feeling of tiredness in my teeth make me realize that I am a body besides a soul, I am not a spirit, but an entire being composed of body and soul. I will be forever (but dressed in incorruptibility).

Thank you because coffee makes me smile at the first sip. Ya. Not care about the mood. Already.

I appreciate that dogs exist. God wanted to make dogs, He has eternally planned the existence of dogs. And he made it so that they could exist in many colors, sizes, shapes, temperaments, coatings. Shih-tzus, bastards and rottweillers are proof of the sublime existence of God.

I’m grateful that in my life there are people who will face anything for me, without me coming close to deserve something like this.

I appreciate the existence in my language of a book that is both lamp, bread and honey.

Thank you for the children and the wonderful things they think and say. I am grateful to help myself, at the same time, to stop being and to be a child again. I’ll never get over it.

I am grateful for the food available, for better health than I deserve, for the cold and the heat.

Thank you for the healing process. It’s kind of a miracle, if you think about it, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. God has created bodies that recover on their own, even if the shattered knee wound adheres to the inside of the jeans, well, better than not improving.

I am grateful that not a year goes by without me discovering new authors that I begin to love and to say How come I had never read anything about him before?

I appreciate that God has made me grow in my desire to write this year, there are so many plans. They rejoice and illuminate the future that sometimes seems so murky.

I thank you for the skin that feels chills, for the nose that smells fried, for the tongue that tastes like chocolate, for the eyes that contemplate love, for the ear that discerns notes organized in a melodic way.

For the sheep who love me and need my love; by my fellow shepherds who handle the high word by my side and often cut me off.

For church leaders, who speak and often bear almost all the burden; by the stars that exist on the other side of the universe and that only God has seen and is satisfied; by pastoral friends to whom I can speak certain things. non-pastor friends, to which I can say something else.

For Sunday and his advances. For the animals God created to populate the earth, the sky, and the seas. For football. Because the light changes throughout the day. Because of the existence of ineffable places on a planet full of scars. I’ve seen several and his eyes burned. There’s more to see.

For the music and its full spectrum. Because there are fjords in Norway, although I have never seen them in person, knowing that they are there encourages and motivates me. Because of the auroras that color the sky in places not imaginary in the middle of winter, is that really true?Through the forests of the Amazon, by the twisted trees of the enclosed, by the Asian tundras and by the islands of the South Pacific, by the Himalayan mountains that I have seen. By underground in incredibly elegant London, by rivers that cut capitals, through a city in the shape of a plane, by the combination of the sea and the mountain that exists in the form of a river. Because of how absurd New Zealand is, crossing the Tagus, the Seine, the Támesis, the Nile, the Danube and the Mississippi, they escape into the sea and also teach me to run.

To the people. This comes in such a variety that not even billions are repeated. God seen in image, though fractured by the fall.

By the tabernacle that lived among us and bled for a humble bandit like me, by the Spirit who came to live and renew this humble house, do not stop, keep cleaning. By the Father who rules every nano-second and who is the source of all these gifts. For the undeserved honor of calling me to be a herald. Thank you, Thank you forever

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