All gifts my brothers give belong to me.

Each day a thousand treasures come to me with every passing moment. I am blessed with gifts throughout the day, in values far beyond all things of which I can conceive. A brother smiles upon another, and my heart is gladdened. Someone speaks a word of gratitude or mercy, and my mind receives this gift and takes it as its own. And everyone who finds the way to God becomes my saviour, pointing out the way to me, and giving me his certainty that what he learned is surely mine as well.

I thank You, Father, for the many gifts that come to me today and every day from every Son of God. My brothers are unlimited in all their gifts to me. Now may I offer them my thankfulness, that gratitude to them may lead me on to my Creator and His memory.

The gift I received from one of my sons was the opportunity to do four machine loads of his washing. Cleaning, whether its clothes or carpets, is very therapeutic. It cleared space to write another 1500 words, compensation for not writing on Thursday.

Got the DVD of Caribbean Juices! It was such a good night!