Thanks, Giving!

What's it for?

A group of Europeans hated the way they were being treated, set sail for a new land where they could mistreat the natives as they had been mistreated.

Pay me no mind...this gaggle of holidays is always challenging. i use everything taught me in therapy, it keeps my head just above water.

And then The Land gets in my car and tells me about the totem pole she is making at school.

"A lion to represent mom, a bear to represent (Fortunato), and I am a deer. I am not making one for (The Sea), she'll understand."

This is me waiting for the other shoe to drop, the one that never does: *****.

An hour later, The Sea gets in the car, sullen, and hands me a Thanksgiving card she made at school; the stereotypical holiday images on it are scribbled messily with colors. She tells me with a pout that she didn't have time to finish it, that she only had five minutes . I am grateful that she wanted me to have it, and ask her if she wants to give it to mom, and she says that mom got hers yesterday- she had a lot more time to work on it, and that it's beautiful.

How can one believe in a God that is not satisfied with your soul collapsing, but wants to see it bleed out as well?