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Random thankfulness, a little scripture quoting, and a prayer request

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Two daughters and their dogs were here for Thanksgiving, and we had a wonderful time.  Kept in touch with #3 and Joannie, who is really #4, using various electronic devices.  I have so much to be thankful for.
 I love the festive season and have now given myself over to letting Advent go by-the-by and start celebrating on Thanksgiving and carry on until my birthday.  By then,  it’s time to get out the Easter bunny collection.  
After everyone had left this morning and I had loaded the dishwasher one last time, I settled down to my much later-that-usual Sunday morning ritual.  I readily admit that early Sunday mornings usually find me reading several newspapers online and not my bible. However, this morning, a rough memory of the following came to mind, and I went to the source.
 
First Timothy 3:1-3 reads: “The saying is trustworthy: If anyone aspires to the office of overseer, he desires a noble task. Therefore an overseer must be above reproach, the husband of one wife, sober-minded, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable, able to teach, not a drunkard, not violent but gentle, not quarrelsome, not a lover of money.”
So, during Advent, do whatever feels right to you to connect with The Deity — traditional prayer, meditation, singing, serving, celebrating, but let this be your intention:  Please grant us  noble overseers.

War and Peace

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It is the 100th anniversary of the end of WWI. No one is alive today who was in that war. Last night at a Veterans Day concert, veterans of each war were asked to stand. There was only one from WWII and he had to be helped to his feet.
 
Regarding WWI, I remember seeing a picture of my grandfather in his Doughboy uniform. He was an Indian boy, about 17, sent from rural Oklahoma to Vladivostok, his first time away from home. Mother has a beautiful Russian vase he somehow brought home.
Long before our Navajo brothers were Code Talkers in WWII, our tribe became the first Code Talkers in WWI.

Choctaw Indian Code Talkers of World War I

Company E at Camp Bowie, Texas

I don’t think war can ever be holy or sacred, but I honor you, Papa and Daddy and Uncle George.  Your memory is sacred to me.

And today, Joannie found the Russian vase still sitting on Mother’s table.

November!

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It is definitely fall on the 45th Parallel North.   Interesting that I again discovered myself at this latitude on my recent road trip to visit Elizabeth, Yellowstone, and to kayak on my new favorite river.

Who knew?

This morning, an article popped up on a site I am now blocking, on how to avoid letting your Thanksgiving table be a cliché. Are you kidding me? I probably won’t be using a dead fox!

I am going out this morning to buy my traditional See’s chocolate turkeys.

A fixed tradition is that you must remove the foil very carefully in one piece and then bite off the turkey’s head.

Additionally, I have clichés everywhere at 1880.  Just deal with it and be thankful that I still have my wits about me!

Seriously, I have so much to be thankful for.  I think some daughters and lots of grand-dogs are showing up here for the feast day.  In that case, we will be cooking nothing but  clichés.  How can you not have cornbread dressing?