This morning, I wrote down five things I’m thankful for.   Two were smallish things, and three were very big things, but there was a common thread: every one of them was a thing I’d asked for.  I’d asked for the two smallish things over and over again this month.  I’d asked for the three big things over and over again for decades.  Sometimes I’d asked on sunny days, and sometimes I’d asked in tears.  Sometimes I thought I’d be asking forever.  But here I am, sitting by the fire basking in a Father’s yes.