tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post5111484649896894976..comments2024-02-27T10:53:28.877-06:00Comments on Imprisoned in my Bones: Crown of ThornsAnne Benderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04795710781396825094noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post-67589169737815603802014-02-24T15:46:14.036-06:002014-02-24T15:46:14.036-06:00You are crazy.You are crazy.Just Ask Larryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05015776413381128545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post-26130314736006355962013-07-27T15:28:44.889-05:002013-07-27T15:28:44.889-05:00This is beautiful Anne...would that all are pain a...This is beautiful Anne...would that all are pain and suffering be offered up. We continue in the struggle which your wonderful words are a kind encourage. Thank you...and what a sweet gift of love from your father...enjoy.The Mad-Eyed Monkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01033013996246941498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post-56354174310063966012013-07-24T23:10:17.910-05:002013-07-24T23:10:17.910-05:00This is such a nice reflection. Every summer my d...This is such a nice reflection. Every summer my dad made us pick blackberries. We hated it because it was hot and muggy and our fingers would get so wounded because we refused to wear gloves. We never considered Jesus up on the cross in the heat with all his wounds.Monica https://www.blogger.com/profile/06880809740306892433noreply@blogger.com