Day O' Turkey. And other things, but mostly turkey.

So today is the day many Americans will consume much avian flesh and then make various expressions of gratitude, such as, "I don't think I can eat any more" and "I couldn't possibly have another slice of pie" and "Good thing we bought an extra turkey." No, but seriously, I am thankful for many things: family, good friends, and a Man who is more committed to me than I could ever deserve.

I took a walk this morning just to think and reflect. Texas is so warm that it feels like spring. And it's so quiet here, too. There is space to breathe, to think, to simply exist without other people or noises pressing against you...

I walked for a while, enjoying the day. I stopped to exhort some cows on Hebrews 12. The cows didn't say much. They seemed to lose interest when I started expounding on how Yeshua is the originator and perfecter of my faith. But it was good for me to articulate what I've been thinking about for the past month.

We are planning to eat a late lunch and maybe see a movie. I saw Babel yesterday with Killer and one of her sisters. I had heard it was supposed to be good. It was, in fact, horrible for many reasons—pace, explicit content, and general ickiness, none of which I knew before I went to see it. I highly dis-recommend it. I want my money back. And my brain cells. Hopefully the turkey will be therapeutic.