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Thankful Thursday IV

I thought it was cool that GabbyMel posts the things she's thankful about, numbering them from the first one she started with. She's got more than 150 now!  I'll need to edit my old posts to number them correctly.

So here goes -

8. Fingernails and toenails - you know these are essential to life if you've ever tried to open something with no quarters around.  Or, if you play any instrument, you need it to support the back side of your fingers.  And believe it or not, without your toenails, you'd have EXTREME difficulty walking. Yes, I'm thankful that God created those small parts of dead protein, specifically keratin, for each of my digits.

9. Synovial Fluid - this is the fluid produced by the synovial membrane in your joints.  Have you ever stayed in one position for a really long time, and heard this krkrkrkrkrkkr sound in your shoulders or elbows or somewhere that feels like dry rubber against dry rubber?  That's because your membrane hasn't been producing synovial fluid to lubricate the cartilage between your bones.  And trust me, when you don't lubricate them enough, it's a BAD thing.  Again, a small detail that I'm God was faithful to create in our bodies.

10.  Laundry baskets - ok, so maybe baskets in general. But, the other day, I ran out of laundry baskets, and I had to carry a huge load of socks with my two arms only.  You can imagine how well that went :P .  I greatly appreciate the women of old who carefully wove straw into many shapes to provide light, convenient containers. Of course, nowadays, it's just plastic, but just as useful.

~CJ

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