tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495127973786478603.post1220166047245305427..comments2023-06-23T08:23:31.756-06:00Comments on Sweetly Worn: 1000 giftsThistleAshDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18407623759023282922noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495127973786478603.post-15952566670448941402013-03-15T14:51:16.934-06:002013-03-15T14:51:16.934-06:00girl :) you are such an encouragement!! "Jesu...girl :) you are such an encouragement!! "Jesus help be be thankful" what a cry and what an admirable heart. i love the joy you find in life and i love doing this gift list with you!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09314375053949246450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495127973786478603.post-50413732697377362412013-03-15T07:56:08.841-06:002013-03-15T07:56:08.841-06:00truth: in our weakness- and ability to only mutte...truth: in our weakness- and ability to only mutter help- He is strong!!! Such a good thing to remember that we don't have to be able to do much- and that tiny bit is enough :)ThistleAshDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18407623759023282922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495127973786478603.post-31419627162493083092013-03-15T07:55:39.265-06:002013-03-15T07:55:39.265-06:00love reading thoughts from someone who's alrea...love reading thoughts from someone who's already finished the book! love your list. and yes! there are so many i don't write down. so many silent gifts. :)<br /><br />p.s. your little jude is so cute. love seeing all your pics on instagram :)Megan Klacknerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14595923099910748290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495127973786478603.post-52572124172596310832013-03-15T07:47:33.712-06:002013-03-15T07:47:33.712-06:00Your comment about mustering "Jesus help me&q...Your comment about mustering "Jesus help me" reminds me of when I was spending each day taking Gma to the cancer center. She wanted me to take her, I'd always taken her to the doctor and she wanted me to take her to the cancer center. It was difficult to go there, for obvious reasons, but right off the bat, the first day she went for a treatment, there was an old man that looked like my dad in his final stage of life. Even down to the suspenders. I nearly lost it but couldn't. I found myself praying each day four little words: Lord, give me strength." What power in those words!!! These days when I am exhausted in helping out with Zane, all the running to/from school,helping Mindie with her girls,Uncle Roy changing shifts at work, on and on, I find myself praying those words again. It's a prayer He ALWAYS answers! Hangeth thou in there, you're doing fine!Aunt Cherrinoreply@blogger.com