When I think of the season of Thanksgiving, I always think of one of my favorite authors, G.K. Chesterton. A big man with a big heart and an enormous intellect, Chesterton lived a life consumed with the wonder and love of God.

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My favorite poem is from G.K.C. I'll type it from memory below:

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands

And the great world around me

With tomorrow, begins another.

Why am I allowed two?

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Thankful to be sharing another day on God's good, green earth with you by the grace of Jesus