On Thanksgiving morning I was up while the house was quiet and everyone was still sleeping. As I sat in my overstuffed chair with my hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, I began to think about the things I’m thankful for. It was half in the form of a prayer and half just letting my mind ponder. It went something like this…”Lord, I’m so thankful for the blessings that you’ve given me that I don’t deserve. I’m so thankful for my family and the relationship that we have. Family, family, hmmm, I wonder what I should get my Dad for Christmas, maybe clothes….Hmmm, my son really needs some new clothes too, Hmmm, JC Penney is having a huge sale tomorrow….Hmmm, I really need some new clothes. Gee, I could get myself those pants I’ve been needing and I’m sure they would have some great shirts and sweaters, ooh, and a new belt...” You can see where this went. What started as thankfulness very quickly turned into a “me-centered” deluge of thoughts and a list of things I wanted. Ouch. Luckily I caught myself. My next round of thinking went something like this…”What a scumbag I am. How could I be so selfish? Why am I so easily distracted that I can’t even focus on what I’m thankful for for 5 minutes without it becoming about me? I’m not worthy to be called a Christian, let alone a Pastor’s Wife.” And then it struck me. God’s mercies to me (and you) are new every morning. He wipes our slate clean and sees us that way each and every day. Now THAT’S really something to be thankful for.