Abby had to visit her veterinarian last week. Dr. Charlotte said "everything looked good and you're so beautiful!" (Did you hear that Dad?)
Have you ever seen Challenger fly at a football game? I saw it the first time from a Facebook post. I always cry when I hear our national anthem sung, and I choked up crying when I saw Challenger fly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?x-yt-ts=1421914688&v=9HewUwjwBBM&x-yt-cl=84503534
There are still some things about America that you can be proud of. I am a proud American when I hear our national anthem sung. Most of us know when the song was created. The lyrics come from "Defense of Fort M'Henry, a poem written in 1814 by the 35 year old lawyer and amateur poet Francis Scott Key after witnessing the bombardment of Fort Henry by British ships of the Royal Navy in Baltimore Harbor during the Battle of Fort McHenry in the War of 1812.
We have the American flag in our front yard. Another indication that we are proud to be an American. In these times you must dwell on good things, and, yes, there are good things still happening in America. I see many of these good deeds posted on Facebook. Ah, a redeeming quality.
There's a lot of bad things happening in America, and always will be, until Jesus comes a second time. But there's still a lot of good in people. And there's a lot we can be thankful for.
The season of celebration is before us, with Thanksgiving tomorrow, and then the joy of Christmas. As I wrote about in last week's post, consider what you are thankful for. And maybe when you shed a tear hearing the national anthem play, or when you see Challenger fly, who represents the national bird for the United States, you will stand tall and proud and hope that the best of America shines!
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I did it again. I bought another book that cost $40. I just couldn't turn it down. It's all those great pictures I see that come across Facebook and draw me in.
Grizzly: The Bears of Greater Yellowstone. Renowned wildlife photographer, Thomas D. Mangelsen, has an eye for great pictures. For the past few years he's been documenting a bear family with his pictures, and what phenomenon pictures they are!
Todd Wilkinson, environmental journalist, adds the story after much research, writing and collaboration with Mangelsen. You learn abut the history of grizzly bears and the success and failures that have occurred through the years. It's a very revealing and interesting story.
Grizzly 399 had 3 sets of triplets, 2 sets of twins and a single cub. I thought I got a great snap of fawns nursing. There's several snaps in the book of the cubs nursing. The book truly thrilled me as I learned about this wildlife creature.
Now, I just have to stop seeing more pictures on Facebook so I don't have to buy $40 books again!
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Hair. I have hair! (Piglet's laughing too!) It feels so good to run a comb through my hair! My pony tail was all cut off last December when I started the cancer treatments. It's a little thinner on top, and a little curly, but it's hair! When I think about that time, it's like I was in a different world. I can't comprehend going through that. I've had two follow ups since then, and all looks good so far. I'm thankful! Maybe next December I'll have my pony tail back!
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I want to thank my friends for caring for me, and praying for me, and lifting me up during the physical trials I went through this year. The Body of Christ is alive and well! (And there goes another tear.)
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