Dear Amrita

Here's another letter for today as well. This goes to Amrita in India from Yesu Garden-see link at left-who sent me my very first blogging award!

Dear Amrita,

Thank you very much for the lovely garland award! I appreciate the thought and friendship behind it. It means so much to me to be able to make new friends in Christ from all over the world.


God bless you for your friendship!




This is how she described the award:

Here is an Indian ethnic award I created. The "I Garland You Award" Garland holds special significance in India. People are garlanded as a sign of honor, respect, welcome, love and friendship. Garlands are used at weddings, welcome ceremonies and social and religious occasions. Some people make garlands of real bank notes, usually for weddings to flaunt their wealth.

Comments

Unknown said…
I thoroughly enjoy your posts! Keep them coming! :)

Congrats on the blog award! Very well deserved! XO
April 5, 2008 at 10:07 AM
Unknown said…
BTW, I just posted some photos for you on my blog :)
April 6, 2008 at 9:43 AM
Amrita said…
You are welcome buddy. I love your blog and reading about farm activities.

This weekend I watched Charlotte 's Web on cable and thought of you
April 7, 2008 at 8:04 AM
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