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SWB Host post: Gratefulness


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Sleeping with Bread is a Monday meme that is hosted by my friend Mary Lue and I at the blog location Sleeping with Bread. You can participate in one of two ways: 1) Pick one of the examen question sets and answer it in the comments section of my SWB post; or, 2) Create your own Sleeping with Bread post. You are welcome to right click on the Sleeping with Bread button and save it to your own computer before uploading into your post. Then, make sure you come back and put the link to your post in the automated Mr. Linky form at the end of the current SWB post. We hope you will join in with the fellow bakers as we Sleep with Bread on Mondays!


After a very busy October into November, I feel as if I'm running full steam into the Thanksgiving holiday this week. Thankfulness is something that I try to think about on a daily basis. It is good to look back at every day and trace the lines of grace and blessing there - especially on the days its hard to see.

It feels perfect to me on Thanksgiving week to choose, What am I the least and most grateful for, as our shared Monday examen question. On this week that celebrates thankfulness, I hope that your days to come are stuffed full (pardon the turkey pun) of blessing and the focus to seek the blessings out.

As I come from a long stretch of working hours, I am so thankful for a few days off. I'm taking up a time of sabbath, rest, painting, and family in the week to come. Its good to know what the hard work feels like, so the time of rest is sweeter!

Happy Thanksgiving week!
PS> If you'd like to choose another question to blog on today besides gratefulness, that is up to you. Either way, I look forward to reading your posts and comments.
Lamont

Comments

Mel said…
Continued blessings to you and yours, ma'am. And I do thank you for all the help with this examen--for that I truly am grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving!!
Tara Lamont said…
Have a wonderful week Mel!

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