Writing has been like chugging up that hill…
my mind in places both sublime and terrifying…
and my body – much more an enemy than a friend.
But I think I can. I think I can.
And some of you have still read me…
and my thank you’s, which began here, continue…
Mari, from girl + grace
I appreciate your pictures, words, and wisdom beyond your years…
your strength, confusion, certainty, your questions and your answers.
You have the heart of an artist…
and a soul that belongs to Our Lord.
I’m really thankful for you.
Rebecca, from Mom’s Mustard Seeds
I last read, though didn’t comment, your post about your love for your husband…
and, of course, I prayed for your marriage. It was neither the first nor the last time.
I remember your advice…
about people and pedestals.
You’re a rock for your babies…
a true treasure for your husband…
and a bright spot in this bloggy world.
Grandma Joyce (otherwise known as Willow)
I will still and always remember when I first met you at Wheaton.
The wisdom you have in your pinky finger is more than I can hope for in a lifetime.
Your approval for my writing, your support, your love, it means the world to me.
I know that if something I write meets with your editorial approval, I’m approaching something useful. You’re the best grandma anybody could ever have.
Felecia, from A Life Sanctified
Your words have touched me.
I’ve always learned from your posts.
Is there any other way to spell Felecia other than with two e’s?
Thank you for your prayers.
Thank you for your heart.
I’m really glad that I bloggy know you.
Tracie, author of From Tracie
When I think of you I think: funny, Christian, mom, bride, yellow, and Storybrook Maine.
I’ve never read something of yours that didn’t make me think a little differently – yet at the same time found truly familiar.
And between you and me, I wish they’d have killed off Jiminy Cricket.
He gets on my nerves.
A few more thank you’s…
and then it’s about time…
for the Story of Valentine.
Isn’t it?
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I just LOVE that little Golden Book and the little engine that could. It takes me back to the days when I tried so hard to be “God’s Good Little Girl,” and I landed flat on my face so many, many times. I rewrote that story to say, “The Little Engine that thought he could and failed” The picture on the cover would be of one sliding backwards down that mountain and running into a brick wall!!!!
That’s what is so wonderful about you, Craig. No matter how hard and how steep that mountain gets, you keep on chugging, and I can hear you puffing along, “I know I can, I know I can, I know I can. . . .!!!!!”
You’ve made me want to go and meet these wonderful people. What a great way to meet new friends and keep the old. . . . wait. . . . doesn’t that have a rhyme at the end . . . the one is silver and the other is gold!
Oh Craig,
Your thanks bring tears to my eyes. I haven’t always commented during this time of distress – but you know that I’ve been here. Prayers pouring forth when regular words would not. I know that you know that my prayers are intense for your health – that you will again live in joy and peace and happiness. Sometimes the prayers consume me so that I know God is listening and doing and working on your behalf. I know that you know what I mean by that feeling that comes over you when you pray. When the Holy Spirit says, “We got it. Your faith will win out.” And I think that’s it, Craig. It’s faith. Faith that will pull you through. My faith that you will pull through this season and that God will use all for His glory. Because the world needs your heart, Craig. You shine a spot light where before there is just a glimmer.
Peace be with you my brother.
I am with you always.
XO, Felecia
How incredibly sweet. The Internet really is made up of some lovely people.