>> Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thanksgiving Sunday morning … and I was ready. I entered the church full of gratitude for all of God’s blessings … one of which was with me this morning. My daughter, Lorri, had been with us for Thanksgiving. I found a row toward the front of the church … saved a seat on the aisle for my husband, John, to sit in after he finished his ushering duties … and let Lorri go in the row first.
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.