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It Wasn't My idea


I never planned to start a blog. In fact, I don't have time to blog. But my dear sister (I think it was her. I'll blame it on her) told me that this would be a great place to post my monthly updates for everyone to read. It scares me a little to think that anyone and everyone around the world can read about my little life here in Poland, but I will try it and see if I really do feel exposed. So, here I go!

Comments

Dorcas said…
Welcome, Laura! I look forward to stopping by for tea and cookies.
Anonymous said…
Welcome to the blogosphere! I look forward to hearing more of you.
Kathryn said…
And a welcome from me as well. ;-)
Japheth said…
Hello from Minnesota! Welcome to the bloggie world! Oh, by the way, anybody can read your blog but I won't tell you about the hundreds of thousands of blogs that are also asking to be read! :-)

Just a little ego check. LOL!!

Seriously, I look forward to hearing what God is doing over there in your world.

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