I'm thankful that my parents taught me to put my trust in the finished work of Jesus. They pointed my thoughts and directed my heart to rest on a solid foundation. They didn't cloud my young and tender faith with false hope in Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. They tried to put into practice what they were taught from the Bible. They failed at times but the emphasis was on Jesus' success. God made the way because we cannot. He came to us. He lived selflessly. He died sacrificially. He rose and defeated death. He loves us and cares for us tenderly and personally. I'm thankful I didn't have to search high and low to learn where satisfaction abides. Mom and Dad, thank you for telling me about Jesus and having a contagious faith. I'm sure thankful I caught it.
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