Ditto, ditto, ditto.
Ditto, ditto, ditto.
My daughter, Marta, who sitting across the table from me right now. My son, Aleksandrs, up in his room. My wife who is next to me.
I am thankful that Mrs Taxcontrol said yes 25 years ago.
Happy Thanksgiving to all..enjoy your beloveds....
I a thankful we still have time to bring the unsaved to Christ as He prepares their hearts to accept his great gift of salvation...before it’s too late.
I am thankful that the Lord gave me the capability to bash leftists with my hands, feet, an AR, plates of ramen noodles, M203s, field artillery, KC-130s, skullduggery, rolled up newspapers, chairs, beer bottles or whatever was handy at the moment of appropriate need.
Thank you, Lord, and forgive me.