Tonight my mother came over and her and I took the five younger kids to see a friend of hers here in town.  This friend of hers might know I used to attend the Mennonite Church, but definitely does not know I'm attending again.  I was talking about the dress I had just finished for Emily, and my mothers friend's husband asked in a very annoyed voice "it's not one of those long o Mennonite things is it?"  I kindly replied it did go below her knee, and she would have some room to grow.  I'm trying to keep that verse that talks about being blessed while persucuted, but it still hurts.  Everything happens for a reason, and maybe this was to prepare me for what is to come. 

Christine