Today is Thanksgiving.
My heart is rebelling at the concept even as it is embracing it. What can I say? I have a fickle heart which feels one way at a moment and another a moment later. (No wonder my husband is often confused.)
At this fragile moment in time, my heart is embracing. I think of our newest granddaughter, as fragile as this fleeting moment, and I give thanks that she is doing as well as she is. I think of my husband, children, grandchildren, and friends, and, once again, I give thanks. And I think of the Atonement of Christ, the ultimate miracle, the ultimate blessing bestowed upon me, upon all of us, and I give thanks again.
Joy for today: giving thanks.