I am thankful that as I close my eyes to sleep, God has worked some little things together so that my faith, which I had thought dead and gone, as I dealt with terrible things in the past year, has found enough good earth for a little shoot to emerge into the Spring sunshine. I have some steps to take, I know. But I had no hope. To the point last week, I was in the blackest of despair. And then I got an email from a member here, and it was like God reminding me I was not forgotten. How can I not be thankful?