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Prize Darts Award

It's humbling to be recognized by your peers. Thank you, Sitka, for this award. I'm honored.

What exactly is the award? Premio Dardos means “prize darts” in Spanish. It is given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing. Here are some rules to be followed if you choose to participate in passing this blog award on to others:

• First, accept the award by posting it on your blog along with the name of the person that has granted the award and link to her blog.

• Second, pass the award to other blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment, remembering to contact each of them to let them know they have been selected for this award.

Here are some exceptional blogs I would like to recommend that I feel are worthy of this acknowledgment:

Life of a Navy Wife is a journal of a military spouse. This Navy Wife should not only get a blog award but a medal.

Dream Big is an artsy, creative blog with everything from soup to nuts written in a humorous style with a lot of energy.

Sassy Granny is a blog with a lot of wisdom, style and sassiness.

Comments

  1. Thank you for visiting my blog and posting a kind comment. I get excited when I get to meet new siblings in Christ. Yes, I went thru "in-law stuff", too. It took me a while to forgive but God let me realized everything in His perfect time. It's just not right for me to not be able to forgive because of what He had done. I love your blog,specially your pic. So welcoming! Congrats too on your award. I know you deserve it! God bless.

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  2. Congratulations on your award. You so deserve it.

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  3. Congratulations sweet friend! RCUBEs instructed me how to get it in my sidebar. I chuckled :-D along with you when you commented on my site. I, too, wanted to nominate you for the award, but someone got to you before me.

    It's great to have friends out in the world who love the Lord like we do and I'm glad that I have met you. We would make a good team to pray together with. I look forward to more of your postings.

    Warm hugs & blessings,
    Alleluiabelle

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  4. You make me laugh so hard!!! I feel the same way. I'm as comfortable at your place as you are at mine. Yeah, I'm up for it. Lets get that drink of living water. You name it: anytime anywhere :>)

    Hugs,
    Alleluiabelle

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  5. Hi there! I popped over from Sassy Granny's when I saw your byline... miles of smiles. I'm known for my smile, so I knew we had something in common. More than I thought, now that I've visited. A pleasure to meet you!

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