tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402645444569057251.post2296032894489688139..comments2023-04-16T03:21:35.842-07:00Comments on Mourning to Dancing: Korihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210462367244058764noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402645444569057251.post-51240616528029452142013-05-29T23:27:51.215-07:002013-05-29T23:27:51.215-07:00thank you, Connie. I feel like I write into the a...thank you, Connie. I feel like I write into the abyss. And that's ok. But it is cool to know that someone else can relate and may be blessed. <br /><br />Don't grow weary! <br /><br />Much love,<br />KoriKorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210462367244058764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402645444569057251.post-4389298051607935292013-05-29T15:46:13.998-07:002013-05-29T15:46:13.998-07:00I stumbled upon this while looking for the history...I stumbled upon this while looking for the history of ice cream on Liberty Treehouse. I was dumbfounded and speechless! Except for the social media part - which I am not much into (lack of time and knowledge and desire) your prayer sounds the same as mine for the last several..."forevers" it feels like. The Lord works in mysterious ways - I just wanted you to know that in your openness and honesty in your blog post you touched me and let me know that I am not alone. My prayers are not isolated ones. And my thoughts, my hopes, prayers and feelings for my country and my family are not just my own. Thank You.<br /> - Connie in OregonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com