All the laundry was folded, the kitchen was clean (enough for me), and there was nothing left for me to work on.  Tara was watching Christmas movies, the kids were entertaining themselves, and I wasn’t sure what to do next.

Blessings often come in disguise, don’t they?  As we near Thanksgiving, I always get a little bit nostalgic and intentionally reflect upon my greatest blessings.  The gift of my husband, my children, my parents, my pain in the butt sister, my home, you know all the obvious blessings God has given to me.  However, blessings are not always so obvious…are they?

I know some places around the United States still have not been able to venture out of their quarantine life at this point, however, us here, in North Dakota, have somewhat gone back to a bit of regularity.  We are back at church, (socially distanced, of course), we can eat at restaurants, kids have started back at school with a few precautions, people are moving about with a bit more ease.  We are still taking precautions, wearing masks, and not getting too close to large groups of people, but life was starting to feel a little bit better.  Our family was feeling a little bit more at ease.