Posted on 11/22/2014 5:51:24 AM PST by UMCRevMom@aol.com
Hunger.
Wife prepares a delicious Chinese soup and still something else smelling incredibly delicious ...
I sit, I smell, and feel with every growing breathe hunger.
And guilt.
Before my ancestors. They were dying of hunger.
Before my fellow citizens on the occupied territories. They are on the verge of starvation.
To our soldiers. They eat hot food once a day, and then-with luck ...
I am spoiled.
I need to learn how to treat with gratitude the food on my table. Not with the "prayer of thanksgiving," but namely with gratitude in my heart.
Remember the Holodomor.
Thank God for the food. Say thank you from all my heart with gratitude.
Euromaidanpr has some interesting photos posted over there. Also, a very nice song.
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