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.