Thanksgiving is a week away. I had hoped the 'family' would get together here, even suggested it to them. The other day I brought up the subject again. 'Sister' said she was going to a friend's house. That hurt and I cried. Took me a bit to pull up my bootstraps and tell her it didn't matter. I would get over it. By that time she had flown off the handle at me. For once I hadn't gotten angry, but it didn't change a thing. So I looked to the Bible for an answer. Read Matthew 22 and guess what I've got planned.
