The choices we make each day say a lot about us. Coffee perks as I begin to sort out the day before me. Even before I open my eyes, I try to enter into Thanksgiving. My tendency is to whine and complain. It's cold.  My bed is warm.  Yet, my farmer has already been up for hours. I thank God for my farmer and my warm bed. And so my day begins focusing on that for which I am grateful. The hope which is before us. I pour my coffee and again enter into thankfulness. Choices made. I get frustrated easily. I am quick to point out flaws in someone, or something else. Gratitude keeps ... View Post