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As we approach Thanksgiving 2011, many of us are very thankful for many different things. Each individual heart is pricked differently. What touches yours might not excite mine, and the other way around. Our lives are not alike, and neither are our expressions of gratitude.

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This is not the subject I anted to write about today for my column in The Examiner. The sun is shining brightly, the flounder are running briskly after the little cold front, and Ted says we can go out in the boat. However, I’ve been a Christian for a good many years now, and I’ve learned (often, the hard way) that God puts things on hearts for reasons only known to Him. I honestly and sincerely believe this column is needed by someone who will be reading it in just a few days.

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The regular readers of this column know by now that my husband, Ted, and I love to fish here on the Southeast Texas Gulf Coast. I don’t care if we are in the open Gulf of Mexico, on the beautiful Intracoastal Canal, Galveston Bay, Rollover Pass, or along a secluded little inlet. I love it all. There’s nothing more relaxing or healing to me than being on the water.

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