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I grew up in a big, Italian family. Thanksgiving dinners, even when it was “just the family,” meant 30+ people. As you can imagine, that many people means a lot of prep work: buying and cooking the food – over several days and in multiple kitchens, gathering plates, moving furniture, sweeping the floors, settling the schedule (do we eat before or after “the game”?) and my favorite, getting the ice.

Sundays, at times,  have been some of the most frustrating days of my life. The one day of the week when I'm supposed to be getting rest has often been the most unrestful. Reading through 2 Timothy helps me understand why.