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Sisters In The Lord

We ought always to thank God for you, Sisters, loved by the Lord, because from the beginning God chose you to be saved through the sanctifying work of the Spirit and through belief in the truth. He called you to this through our gospel that you might share in the glory of our Lord, Jesus Christ. 2 Thessolonians 2:13





To be part of the Body of Christ is a privilege. I learned a long time ago that the choice I make daily to follow Christ (or not to follow) not only affects me but my relationships. In the past six months of blogging with you, I have been drawn to the Lord in so many ways because of your choices to follow Him! You whet my appetite for more of the Word with your writings and I am grateful for our friendships.



Thank you Alleluiabelle, for this Sisterhood Award. It is a blessing to me and one that I long to pass on to other sisters. My prayer is that God will bless my sisters in Christ today and give them just what He thinks they need.


If you are visiting me and reading this, it is not by accident. I have prayed that you will stop by and accept this award from me to post on your blog, too. Thank you for always encouraging me with your uniqueness and sharing your love for God.

Comments

  1. I'm so blessed to be a part of this sisterhood in Christ!!!Congratulations sis Mary. May God bless you richly! I truly enjoy your friendship and it's amazing how it feels like I know you personally, same with other sisters! Thank God for His love that binds us in unity. Love to you! Have a great weekend!

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  2. I stopped by to check in with you. Congratulations on your sisterhood award. And Pile of Smiles is the perfect name for your blog. I always seem to smile when I visit you. :)

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  3. Hi Mary I came by to say Hi and happy weekend to you! I pray all is well with you and your family and congratulations on being one in the sisterhood :)

    Bless you dear.

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  4. You are a dear one Mary...an absolute dear Sister-In-Christ not only to me, but to so many out there. You are precious and I greatly admire your heart-filled compassion for the Lord and for all things. You are a treasured gift from God, one that I treasure as a dear friend and a dear sister that God put across my pathway. All of us who have met each other in the cyber world of things, were meant to meet, it was not by coincidence.

    Relax and enjoy your precious family. Give your daughter and that sweet little granddaughter of yours a big hug and kiss from all of us here!

    (((hugs & blessings)))
    Alleluiabelle

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  5. It is truly you my dear blogging friend who inspires us, your love for the Lord and willingness to share it is so inspiring. Blessings,
    Sue

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  6. Well deserved!

    Whenever I arrive at your blog home, I am literally warmed by your gracious grin! You've titled your space well, and the award suits it nicely.

    Be blessed,
    Kathleen

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  7. Congats on the award! I am enjoying getting to know you!
    Have a fantastic week!

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  8. Congratulations on your award! I have found it so amazing to discover a sisterhood, the body of Christ, here in the blogosphere. Isn't it cool the way God knits us together?! I, for one, would have never thought blogging could actually be about relationships and growing together in Jesus!

    You are a dear sister and I'm so thankful God's brought us together.

    Blessings,

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