tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post7896852442127629561..comments2024-02-27T10:53:28.877-06:00Comments on Imprisoned in my Bones: Kneeling PilgrimageAnne Benderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04795710781396825094noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post-69676862672132358122013-10-29T06:21:18.102-05:002013-10-29T06:21:18.102-05:00This is beautiful Anne! I love the "walls of...This is beautiful Anne! I love the "walls of the church soaking up all the whispered prayers until they are drenched with faith ,hope, and love." Love how your simple task of polishing brass name plates is transformed into a kneeling way of prayer. Wow. May God continue to Bless you....Thank you for the gift of your wonderful words!The Mad-Eyed Monkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01033013996246941498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970104655551891786.post-7121001044435729442013-10-28T15:24:32.444-05:002013-10-28T15:24:32.444-05:00What a wonderful gift to have this opportunity! I ...What a wonderful gift to have this opportunity! I have asked God for one thing as I grow older - that I would be able to kneel before him beyond the age when most people have to give that up. I saw a woman in church the other day who was definitely in her 80s, kneeling in thanksgiving for God having healed her (she previously was unable to walk). Yes, Lord!BajaMannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08874805186467347954noreply@blogger.com