tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post716088887814504562..comments2024-01-05T05:25:08.038-06:00Comments on Stumbling Towards Perfect: Seeing Avery All Grown UpBridget McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15989230513113751517noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-92140292452260240532014-03-26T23:40:06.354-05:002014-03-26T23:40:06.354-05:00As a young girl, Amber use to talk about wanting s...As a young girl, Amber use to talk about wanting so many babies. She always loved the little ones. Little did we know her destiny. God had a plan and calling for her from early on. I certainly never expected her to have 117 children in a foreign land. However, they are hers and she is theirs and Haiti seems to be home. I am so happy your lives have been touched by one another and your hearts have been shared and bonded by your sweet Avery. As Amber's mother I have always been amazed by her capacity to make things happen and now through her trust and faith she is truly being blessed through her blessings. I am grateful for her and to be her mom.Sharla Lindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10965897356433691901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-67080836801588127132014-03-22T10:16:31.993-05:002014-03-22T10:16:31.993-05:00Someday I will tell you how this story made me fee...Someday I will tell you how this story made me feel. How it made me yearn to do something meaningful. How I long to meet Amber, hold Denise and send Mia's shoes to Haiti. ;)<br /><br />But for now, let me tell you that your writing has turned a corner. Through all your growth you have gone from an awesome writer and communicator to one that should and MUST be published. Those first several paragraphs of this post are as good as any book I am reading right now.<br /><br />What a journey you are on. I'm so thankful to you for sharing it.THE LETTS FAMILYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07001340451719043247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-89220664004141075752014-03-19T16:56:27.181-05:002014-03-19T16:56:27.181-05:00Oh Sweetie, this is amazing. I have goosebumps and...Oh Sweetie, this is amazing. I have goosebumps and a grateful heart reading it!Anna Whiston-Donaldsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-19162432251763266052014-03-12T18:10:08.237-05:002014-03-12T18:10:08.237-05:00It is great that you were able to meet the little ...It is great that you were able to meet the little girl who has Avery's shoes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08905445548940417427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-9053896456395533242014-03-12T18:09:12.658-05:002014-03-12T18:09:12.658-05:00It is great that you were able to meet the little ...It is great that you were able to meet the little girl who has Avery's shoes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08905445548940417427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-56054994064188120202014-03-12T13:24:38.776-05:002014-03-12T13:24:38.776-05:00Oh, Sean! I absolutely LOVE that parable! Thank yo...Oh, Sean! I absolutely LOVE that parable! Thank you so much for sharing. Bridget McCarthyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989230513113751517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-58853305221089335452014-03-12T00:14:39.014-05:002014-03-12T00:14:39.014-05:00Hi, Bridget. Your Spirit-filled blogs have been mo...Hi, Bridget. Your Spirit-filled blogs have been moving to read and contemplate. Your words about that precious gift, Denise, reminded me of a radio interview I heard a couple years ago with Kevin Kling, a humorist and storyteller with multiple disabilities. He tells a story which I think is a refashioning of a Chinese parable. As worldly as you are, you probably know it already, but just in case you don't, here it is.<br /><br />Back in the days when pots and pans could talk, which indeed they still do, there lived a man. And in order to have water, every day he had to walk down the hill and fill two pots and walk them home. One day, it was discovered one of the pots had a crack, and as time went on, the crack widened. Finally, the pot turned to the man and said, "You know, every day you take me to the river, and by the time you get home, half of the water's leaked out. Please replace me with a better pot." And the man said, "You don't understand. As you spill, you water the wild flowers by the side of the path." And sure enough, on the side of the path where the cracked pot was carried, beautiful flowers grew, while the other side was barren. "I think I'll keep you," said the man.<br /><br />In each of our myriad shortcomings and brokenness, our sweet and gracious God blesses us still. Praise God! God bless your ministries, in Christ's name. Peace and love, Sean Walker.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09439343751306797808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-43181621058607645102014-03-11T23:01:41.835-05:002014-03-11T23:01:41.835-05:00I read that and my breath was knocked right out of...I read that and my breath was knocked right out of me. Well done, Avery's Mom. Well done.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11891270116581256468noreply@blogger.com