tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725655139556446270.post8728319929751034616..comments2023-06-23T01:50:59.828-07:00Comments on Little Things and a Few Big Things, Too: Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing, MamaLisa Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07333819819235588413noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725655139556446270.post-69795343652257468732010-12-17T06:17:08.239-08:002010-12-17T06:17:08.239-08:00You, my sister, I learn so much from you - see so ...You, my sister, I learn so much from you - see so much GodLife in you.<br /><br />I stumble a little any time I want to add that small tag of description to your name when I'm telling someone a story. "My friend Lisa" isn't quite right, but neither is "My professor." They're close. But I think from now on I'll just use "sister." After a long time of knowing everything as the oldest, always setting the rules and winning card games, God is teaching me how to love like a little sister. And a little like a young aunt - give Nora a little piece of my heart for added strength. I will be praying that God protects her beauty from the crushing weight of the world.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725655139556446270.post-22937653232345157462010-12-16T20:52:34.322-08:002010-12-16T20:52:34.322-08:00My favorite Sunday School teacher used to tell us ...My favorite Sunday School teacher used to tell us (pardon the poor grammar), "God don't make junk." He doesn't. Ever.<br /><br />In you, in Nora, I see the farthest things from junk. God is creating in and through you wonderful things. How marvelous that you- that we all- are tools in His hands!<br /><br />I wish there was no difference between me, my prayer and my life. Someday...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15455011518336150451noreply@blogger.com