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It’s really hit me lately on how much we all enjoy response and I don’t just mean the bloggerised “comment and hit count” kind.

Response to a job well done or a creative activity we have poured ourselves into or for being someone others just like being around. And what wife doesn’t love response from their husbands when communicating and via versa. What husband doesn’t want response from their wives when … err … when {heck my kids read this} when doing what guys love to do with their wives. I guess God created us for Him to enjoy initially, so that we could ‘respond’ back to Him as He adores us.

Cool Ahh moment this one.

Sure, we don’t need it but isn’t life more substantial when feedback, interaction and appreciation is bandied around. I have to admit that when I was younger and a little more insecure, my behaviour was channelled a little too much by my procuring of response. Now it’s becoming more the icing on top of the sweet cake of living from who I am.

Was swishing this around in my brain and then I got Graces’ email. She blogs over at Beyond The Black Stump and encouraged me by giving me this “I do follow”. Thank you Grace for being an encourager and for all of you who do affirm me in whatever it is that I do here … turning into words the plethora of thoughts that have been tossed and prodded and processed and then regurgitated into either my husbands ears or onto the blogspace that has my name on it. Yes, my husband DOES in fact, encourage me to blog … then he can process my thoughts one at a time instead of the deluge I usually drown him with.

The world is fattened by encourager’s, by those who pull out the greatness in others to share with all. Really, any fool can showcase our faults. Takes a secure and well trained eye to dig the mountain of dirt from a person to find the nuggets of gold.

I love my gold diggers.