Being reminded of the tremendous blessings that are mine-all-mine, the families of those who've lost a precious one in the war come to mind. There will be a seat glaringly empty at the table on Christmas Day. There will be presents that won't get bought, a stocking not to fill, a tradition that will have lost some of its preciousness, a favorite food that won't be enjoyed, and a laugh that will have been silenced. These things and way more for thousands of families this year of "firsts." My heart will sing in thankfulness for all the blessings I have, while it will also hum in quiet prayer for the broken.
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