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Gratitude

A few weeks ago we read President Thomas S. Monson's latest conference talk about gratitude.  I loved this quote so I hung it on my pantry door for a month for all of us to see.

"My brothers and sisters, do we remember to give thanks for the blessings we receive?  Sincerely giving thanks not only helps us recognize our blessings, but it also unlocks the doors of heaven and helps us feel God's love."

We listed things we were grateful for on the feathers of a turkey and I could have easily had 15 more feathers available.  For our family prayer and personal prayers that night we only said thank you.
Again, around Grandma and Grandpa's Thanksgiving table we shared what we were grateful for.  Mason was grateful for the temple.  He must have picked that up somewhere:).  I love Thanksgiving and the feeling of love and gratitude that comes with the month of November.

Comments

Patti said…
I was hoping this was going to be your Black Friday post.
We are really blessed, aren't we!
wylie said…
BTW every time I bring up your blog to read a post I see the family picture at the top and think, "That is SUCH a great family picture!"

That is a great idea with the turkey, we have so much to be thankful for and this is a good reminder to take time to name them and teach our kids.

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