I’m thankful 365 days. However, November always brings into focus how richly blessed I am; it always humbles me. I can’t explain this sense, but I think you feel the same after receiving words of gratitude expressed by a few. One comment in particularly stirred my heart and I want to re-post it.

Birgit shared…Don’t we all think about our dream home when we often don’t realize our dream home is the home we have. We think of things and big rooms, cathedral ceilings, Jacuzzi’s, open floor plan, big windows etc…. and yet we fail to recall how wonderful it is to have a roof over our head. We forget the wonderful memories of events and celebrations and laughter and even tears. Our home is where we make it. Some people have their “dream” home and are so unhappy. My mom’s first home, after she escaped from East Germany into West Germany, was a bombed out home. She lived in the basement part which was held up by a chair holding the beam up. I think her heat came from a wood stove. There was no insulation since the building was bombed out but she still put a table-cloth on a table she found and she had flowers on a window-box.

There aren’t many of us, if any, who experienced living in the kind of conditions Birgit’s mother did after the war. This reminded me that a home is what you make it; the state it is in isn’t as important as the love found within its confines.

I am blessed to have y’all take part in Home Sweet Home BoTB showdown on the first. This was a tight race; up until the other day Underwood and Moore tied in the polls. I was afraid I would have to be the tie breaker, but the tide changed and one artist victoriously took the lead without my help. I wound up giving my vote Justin Moore for many of the same reasons given in comments and the slight vocal twang didn’t scare me off; in fact I thought it added a nice flavor to his cover.

The final outcome….