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Most evenings, my husband, Max, asks the dinner blessing. “Heavenly Father, thank you for who you are . . . for sending your son . . .”
In my flurry of life, that’s all I need to know—God is. He sent his son. Our lives are in His eternal hands.
I am blessed by so many things, but today I’m especially thankful to be sharing my earthly journey with a man who knows the Father, who is thankful for the Son.