Thanksgiving blessings

Holidays tend to bring out the worst in me. I would love nothing more than to write a sad epistle about how cheerless and mournful this Thanksgiving is. After all, I'm divorced, my mother and grandmothers are gone, one grandfather is gone, the other is distant, and I don't get to see my nephew. That's a lot to be depressed about. Instead, I am resolved to write something positive and count my blessings.

I'm thankful that even though I'm divorced, I'm alive. Many women who are abused - verbally, emotionally, or physically - never make it out of the relationship alive.

I'm thankful that even though I don't have my own place because I'm waiting for my house in Detroit to sell - not the best market to be selling right now - my dad and his wife care enough to make sure that I'm not homeless, that I'm warm and safe.

I'm thankful that even though both of my jobs make me a little crazy sometimes, that I am blessed with employment when many are struggling to find work and wondering, not only how to afford Christmas gifts for their children, but how to feed those little mouths today.

I'm thankful every month when I make my car payment, every day that I get in and turn the key that I have a nice car to drive and don't have to worry about how I'm going to get to work.

I'm thankful that my job provides insurance and that I've found a wonderful, godly, prayerful doctor who is helping me be the healthiest I can be when many people die every year because they can't afford the medical care they desperately need.

I'm thankful for family and friends who love me even though we may fight, even though we may not see each other as often as we'd like; there are so many who are completely and utterly alone in this world.

I'm thankful that I know God and how much He loves me. Some people die without every knowing the love and peace that God gives.

There are many, many more, but I think I will go and enjoy my blessings instead of sitting here writing about them.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!