Thank you, Mr. President

I'm working on a thank you card for a very special person and I want it to be just right. I want to say thank you to President Bush. I'm not a Kool- Aid person by any means. There were times in the past 8 years that I did not agree with him and wanted to call him up and tell him so. I prayed most days for him, and here are a few things I thank him for:

Keeping our country safe from an enemy a lot of people fail to understand.
Modeling family values by loving his wife and children
Starting his day with prayer & Bible study
Respecting the oval office with his actions and words
Appointing justices that respect life
Not compromising his values in the face of the Washington elite.
Supporting Israel.

President Bush knew God raised him up for such a time as this in our country. I do not underestimate the courage he had. He amazed me how he was able to focus on what he thought is right despite the feedback around him. He was mistreated by a sick media, but modeled to me that it is necessary to only trust in God, not in man.

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