Immediately after taking a picture of Joe, Charlie asked me to take his picture.
I’m the youngest in my family, so I get Charlie’s behavior. Still, I find myself shaking my head and giggling, while feeling a little bad for doing the same thing to my older siblings.
Do I know you?
Sometimes I feel as though I know you. I mean, I ‘see’ you here – in the blogosphere – most every day. I read your thoughts, I respond to your thoughts, and sometimes you respond to my thoughts in response to your thoughts.
But your name, what is your name? I’ve seen some people call you by name, while others address you by your blog name. If I know your name, but you didn’t tell me your name, may I call you by your name?
It has been said that pretzels were made to symbolize praying, with the strips of dough folded to resemble arms crossing the chest. This past Sunday, the lesson for the 3rd grade Sunday school class was about the importance of loving your enemies, and the kids made pretzels to remind them to pray for their enemies. Continue reading “Inspired by the pretzel and remembering September 11, 2001”
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