So…I know, I know - I’ve been horribly absent in my sweet little blog-world…beckoned away by busyness, travel….and the lure of Facebook.

But, I read something today that reminded me of my love of the blog….it’s connective power - it’s ability to lift you up at your lowest points…

I’ve been particularly weary these days….just a little overwhelmed…by my little stresses, my unhealthy habits…worries for others - whatever…just a little weary.  And, then I received a message…sent a few days ago.  It was a link to a blog that I didn’t even know had been written.

And it blew a gentle, warming wind right into the center of my cold mountain….

I tried all morning to “comment” on this beautiful and encouraging blog…to say thank you - to let my “sister” know that her words had reached me at a moment when they were most needed.  But, because of some sort of technical glitch, couldn’t comment.  So, I’m doing it here, instead.

Thank you, Cyndi…..my sweet Disney Queen who labors in the inner city for the Kingdom of God.  Thank you for being aloe to a weary soul.  Thank you!

(Her blog:)
Thank You
“I debated on whether I would write this post, but after much thought I knew I had to (and I will tell you why in a minute). There are three ladies who I have never met, who I happen to know have taken time out to pray for Marc and I and the ministry of WABC. I may never meet these three ladies, but I couldn’t go another day without telling them how much I appreciate them and their prayers. I know they pray for other people (I’m not that special). But there have been occasions where I have received a note from them at just the right moment (so I know its God), when I needed it most. I know they understand in a way that many others never will. We belong to a very special “club”, and not because we signed up for it (I can’t speak for them, but growing up this was the last thing on my list of things I dreamed about being when I grew up…lol). Mostly because I grew up in this fishbowl called a pastors life. My grandfather was a pastor, my godfather was a pastor and several friends in our life are pastors. When I married Marc I must have been blind because I didn’t see that one coming (other’s did, but not me. Guess I was blinded by love, or God kept that one a secret because he knew I might run in the other direction and try to flee my destiny….lol). Anyway, to make a long story short…thank you Lori, Michelle and Angie, for taking time out of your busy schedules to bless this Pastor’s wife from a small urban church in the heart of the city.

Note: the reason I write this is because we should never take for granted what impact a small gesture may have on someone. Sometimes it makes all the difference in the world.”
(Posted by Disney Scrapper at 8:16 AM)

My comment:
“Forgive me for just finding this - we’ve been traveling and I’ve been absent from the blog world….
You have no idea how these words…all your words have encouraged ME. It has been my sheer joy to feel that I know you and share in your work through prayer….we are kindred spirits!
You also don’t know how much I needed this today, in particular….Thank you, Cyndi.

You are my sister - and you have my love and prayers…
Peace and blessings to you and yours. Angie”

Thank you Cyndi…and thank you to every one of you who has reached out to someone else - perhaps thinking it may not really make a difference….it always does….always.

Peace to you all….