A third cup of Elixir erodes a thought.
I am thankful for the Native Americans (NA) who helped the Pilgrims survive in this, the New Land.
If you took a vote today asking the NAs if they would elect Squanto again as Ambassador to the Buckle Heads, it might not pass. Their generosity and compassion brought about a great nation which has had a great impact on the world - but caused the demise of theirs.
Huh.
Another swig and the erosion continues.
I am also thankful that I do not have a crystal ball, magic cards, or a short-term case of Edgar Cayceitis. Knowing would bring great responsibility and I don't think I could keep that many balls in the air.
There is a story about a guy visiting President Theodore Roosevelt at the White House.
They were constantly being interrupted by Teddy's daughter, Alice, who kept tearing in and out of the room to the point where the guy asked Teddy if there wasn't something he could do to control the child.
"Well," said Teddy tiredly, "I can do one of two things. I can be the President of the United States . . . . . or I can control Alice.
I cannot possibly do both."
Yep.
I'm thankful that I am a child of God whom He loves.
And that God is God.
And that I am not.
Now THAT makes for a great Thanksgiving thought, eh?