good/bad memories=Thankfulness.

As it is Thanksgiving, it is a time of looking back and being thankful. As I have looked back in days of late, I have noted that I can find few good memories before my move; And even the good ones have dents. But since my move, there are few bad memories.
I am thankful for all of it. All the bad things which has made so many wonderful things possible. I know that everything has it's purpose. That purpose may have little to do with me, but God has a purpose for each thing.
I don't know much about my youngest years. I know where I was born, and on what day. I don't know my first word, if I ever had the chicken pox, or who saw my first steps. I know I loved cats, and used to have a very treasured TY tabby cat (which I remember giving away to a girl that came to visit.)
I remember more from around the age of eight and on, but still not much. I remember when my father told me I was too old to play football with my brother and the neighborhood boys. I remember mom waking me up early one morning so I could watch "bear in the big blue house." I remember I was supposed to wash the dishes before a certain time to be able to visit my paternal grandmother, and since I did was told I was never to doddle again. I remember being the goalie and just sitting at the ditch while the boys played soccer. I remember the day we moved from the 2 bedroom trailer, into the 3 bedroom house. I remember rolling all over the clear livingroom floor because it was so free of stuff, and "so big"! I remember my brother telling me he'd only tell me something if I climbed the tree and promised not to cry: He then told me Zeus died-A dog we had to send to our maternal grandparents. I remember playing with the girl that lived next door; and her and I playing with two of my brothers. I remember going to bible camp and always being in trouble because the brat who's parents ran the place blamed everything one me when it was her doing. I remember being raped. I remember the day I moved... I remember feeling thrilled, happy, and peaceful.
I remember many other things, and at the root, I am thankful. I am thankful for all of it, because this is the life God has given me to live. He is the one guiding my steps, and He holds the future.

Thanksgiving is a day of thanks... but to who, for what?
To God, for life and everything in it.

1 Thessalonians 5:18

King James Version

18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

Above all I am thankful knowing what ever may come tomorrow, my future will be eternity with Christ Jesus my Savior and King.