The frigidly cold air permeated the very fabric covering this unintentional host to Parkinson’s as we departed the church wherein today’s men’s prayer breakfast had been held. The breakfast had been a feast prepared by one of the faithful participants as his Christmas gift to his fellow prayer participants and was high among the list of things named for which we in communal prayer gave thanks this cold and nearly winter day. A buzz in the pocket alerted me to the receipt of a message. My daughter had just reminded me that 29 years ago, we arrived home from India. Suddenly, I became consumed with the grateful memories of the journey from what was then known as Bombay to a strenuous tour through Heathrow in London, finally arriving at JFK’s then Pan Am terminal. The ending of one journey marked the beginning of another that continues even today with a heart filled with gratitude for the loving presence of our daughter who like her older brothers, is a precious gift from God! That day of our arrival first to JFK and then to our nineteenth century row house in Philadelphia, marked the continuation of blessing added to blessing that serves as a living reminder that thankfulness gives fuel to the faith that lights our path along our journey of love!
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