Thank you Lord for a safe trip to my ‘parent’s house’, to spend Thanksgiving with my family. Though, there are a few things aloof.. I am grateful to have made it here… I’ve missed my bros. I’ve missed my mom and dad… constantly (not frantically)… I take note that– nothing needs to be changed by ME... there are things that may need to change– over time, but that isn’t for me to decide… nor, my responsibility… my responsibility is to sit at this kitchen table or sit/stand wherever and see that I am looking to God and exhibiting that behavior that is consistent with His Word. The only thing that even has me sitting at this table is God… (rather than at the bar looking for crap to get into.) As quick as I got out here is as quick as I’ll be out there on some crap… so, I’ma sit here and relax on some “I’m home and not going anywhere stuff.” We are watching t.v. right now… Part of me wants there to be something going on, but this is exactly all there needs to be going on… this is what visiting home is…. Relaxing and soaking up opportunity to seek God. Suppose… that is one of the greatest privileges to being at home.