tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847753655004150557.post7044744021874559818..comments2023-10-29T05:56:22.815-07:00Comments on Finding My Place In This World: Letting Go and Coming HomeKari Dawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05126367022113250883noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847753655004150557.post-46925423864244330732008-11-11T06:25:00.000-08:002008-11-11T06:25:00.000-08:00You are Fantastic.You are Fantastic.Tabbie:)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10741746576987716628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847753655004150557.post-12390665378626833662008-11-10T06:22:00.000-08:002008-11-10T06:22:00.000-08:00Kari,I am so filled with joy for you as you share ...Kari,<BR/>I am so filled with joy for you as you share the desires of your heart to be on the path toward life with God.<BR/>He is so amazing! He always waits patiently for us to turn around and has His arms open wide for our return.<BR/>I have a lot of 'material memories' that I too need to let go of. This is a beautiful reminder of what we all need to do.<BR/>Have a super week.<BR/>CindyJoy Junktionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02396533426075869292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847753655004150557.post-57032084479776312132008-11-07T11:52:00.000-08:002008-11-07T11:52:00.000-08:00oops, nice typo. she's did. yeah, that makes sense...oops, nice typo. she's did. yeah, that makes sense. <BR/>pardon me editor!! lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847753655004150557.post-52952953483597048992008-11-07T11:51:00.000-08:002008-11-07T11:51:00.000-08:00stop reading my mind, please. LOLi have to check y...stop reading my mind, please. LOL<BR/>i have to check your page multiple times a day to make sure i'm not missing where you are sending me daily! you always seem to hit on something i need. creepy, yet really cool.<BR/><BR/>okay, pajamas. daddies or brother t-shirts work just fine. no fire protection, but, you gotta do what you gotta do. i put pajamas on my kids christmas list and birthdays lists. i refuse to pay the enormous amounts of money they want for something that you wear to bed. <BR/><BR/>i loved the part about you being so overcome with pride for your children or husband you cried. i did that just today. i was thinking of sarah and replaying last weeks soccer game. she is one of the "senior" players on her team and she was guiding and directing other girls on the field. totally not in a snotty way. i was so proud she has gotten to a place where she knows the game so well and can help others. and i gush inside when i hear another parent comment on her skills. not in a "my kid is better than your kid" way, just a thankfulness that she found something she's really good at. she has had a hard time finding her niche. i just said to myself "Gosh, I sooo love that kid" and got a little teary. it wasn't a big thing she did that got me. it was something i saw that she maybe didn't even realize she's did or realizing that i saw it. <BR/><BR/>i am holding onto a lot of what-if items too, but i have been forced to go through them and say "if this can't go to texas, it's gone". there are no basements down there, no room for all the stuff we keep carting from house to house, state to state, just in case. mine isn't quite as spiritual as your cleaning, but it does help the mind to declutter. <BR/><BR/>happy cleaning!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com