I hope everyone who reads this is preparing for a day of excessive gluttony tomorrow! I have actually forced myself to lose a little more weight so that I don't have to worry about how much I eat. Personally, Thanksgiving is my very favorite holiday. My VFH! My version of BFF. I love all the wonderful food that will be presented to us that day. The only downside is that there doesn't seem to be enough leftovers. It seems like when I was a kid we had leftovers for days. Not anymore. *Sigh*
Anyway, I have noticed on Facebook that a lot of people like to take one thing and express their thanks for that particular item daily. I think that's great but I try to thank God everyday for everything that He has done for me. Mainly because I heard something on the radio one day that got me thinking. They said what if the only things you had today were what you thanked God for yesterday? Wow! But Charles Stanley said something Sunday morning that really resonated with me. He said that we need to be thanking Him for His Grace, for His plan that He put in place before the foundation of the world, that He knew me & chose me even then. That's awesome! Then He put a plan in place to provide a Savior for me because He knew that I would need one. Amazing!
Rom 8:29-30
For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren. 30 Moreover whom He predestined, these He also called; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified.
2 Thess 2:13
But we ought always to thank God for you, brothers loved by the Lord, because from the beginning God chose you to be saved through the sanctifying work of the Spirit and through belief in the truth.
I have a particular reason to be thankful today. Today is the 28th Anniversary of the night that Charles & I first met - November 21, 1984. Where does the time go? In my mind I'm still 26 years old. Who is this old woman in the mirror?? LOL!
Ok, here's the story. Some of you may very well be shocked to hear this but I have not always lived my life as a Christian. Yeah, I know....Shocking. Even though I was saved as a young child I was not raised in a Christian home or in a church. Thus, On the evening of November 21, 1986 I was a single mother & working in a rock 'n' roll club called MacArthur Park In Atlanta, GA as a cocktail waitress. I tried the secretarial route but I couldn't make enough money doing that.
On that particular night, it was Wednesday night, Ladies' Night. I was off that evening but I procured a babysitter & went down there to pick up my check. To you young'uns out there, that was how we received our pay before the days of direct deposit. Very antiquated.
When I walked in, one of our bouncers, Steve Priest, waved me over to his table. When I went over he introduced me to his boss, Charles Walthour, and invited me to sit down with them, which I did. I remember that we started talking and that was it. I had never been able to talk to any other man before or since the way I can with him. There was no awkwardness or searching for something to say. We always have so much to talk about. It's special. No matter what a woman tells you that she needs, men, being able to talk to you is paramount in a good relationship. Even if there's times you disagree or get upset at least you're communicating and you can work anything out. We shared photos of our kids, danced, laughed, and then he took me and my friends out for breakfast after we closed up the joint. He was so generous. Another plus!
He didn't push to come in when he took me home. A true gentleman and I'm afraid, a dying art. Of course, I did play hard to get. That's just what we did where I come from. Anyway, there's more to the story. My knight in shining armor (an answer to prayer, by the way) came into my life at the perfect time. On. December 12th the club I was working in was closed down because some under cover cops bought some drugs there. Go figure. Anyway, I was out of a job right before Christmas. Well, everyone who knows me knows the story, Charles stepped up- he gave me a Christmas tree off of his lot. I picked one that was almost too big for my living room, decorations and toys for my boys. I got the Llama rug, Amanda, too! LOL! He also had to bail me out of jail and pay some debts for me. That's a whole 'nother story.
Even so there, have been times through the years when things were a little bumpy. Sometimes people wonder how I can let him go hunting all the times, or get away with other various and sundry things, I find it oh, so easy to let him have his way & forgive him of anything because I have such a heart of gratitude towards this man because he stepped up, stepped in and he saved my life & the lives of my children. I was going down the tubes in a hurry & no matter what happens to us, together it is infinitely better then my life would have been without him. Perfect, no! But who needs perfect? I have a perfect love. And a beautiful daughter & 2 precious step sons. God took a bad situation & brought beauty from it, to His glory.
Anyway, he'll read this & get the big head but I don't care. He deserves it. He's the most selfless, loving person I've ever known. He always says I'm his rock but the truth is he's mine. As long as I have him I have an anchor, a place to call home no matter where it is. Thank you, Honey, for everything you've done for me & your family!
Saying thank you just somehow isn't enough. You have my devotion always!

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Ok, I went back & tried to correct most of the typos, poor grammar, etc in this post. I was writing it in a hurry so I could get it out on my actual anniversary & frankly, it was a little bad. So I think I fixed it. If you see anything else I need to do, just let me know! Thanks for reading!
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