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This has definitely been the weirdest Thanksgiving. Grandma's house in Moro, OR. EXCITING!(not) I just counted 30 people in this small house. I barely know half of them. The saying is true - you can feel loneliest in a crowded room. I'd like to sit in my corner right now and fill this page with depressing thoughts and feelings, but it's Thanksgiving, so I will give thanks. I will give thanks for all the growth I've experienced in one single year, despite how stuborn I have been. For this smile I wear, despite the many tears I've cried. The strong relationships I have, despite the many people I've hurt. This love burning deep in my heart, despite my abandonment in the idea. The riches I posses despite what my check book reads. The closeness of my family despite the many miles in between. The assurance I have, even though I hold no promise for tomorrow. But even more, this white heart, depite all the dirt I've thrown on it. Even more this blood covering my whole life by a Sacrafice so amazing, a Grace so undeserving, and a Love so divine.