Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the hills-
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip-
he who watches over you will not
slumber;
indeed, he who watches over
Israel
well neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you-
the Lord is your shade at your
right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all
harm-
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your
coming and going
both now and forevermore.
When I was very young, I loved to sing the song "Mary Had a Little Lamb." I was still a baby, though, so I sang, "Mary had a yittle yamb, yittle yamb, yittle yamb."
Monday, May 27, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Just an update
It's Wednesday night and we just got back from our trip to Tennessee. It was very fun visiting Granddaddy and Uncle Edward. These are just a few pictures from before our trip.
This is Amy. |
This is Moses and Dotty, but in the background Sam just happens to be flying up on to the perch so his wings look really neat. |
Bob. |
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The Story Sarah wrote
Yesterday Lizzie sat down at the computer with Sarah Jane. Sarah told her what to write and she typed it all down. (Sarah is only three and gets lots of funny ideas.)
Goldilocks and the Three Bears and Little Red Riding
Hood
By Sarah Jane White
The wolf ate Grandmother. The
wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother. But Little Red Riding Hood got
out her holster, she was wearing a belt with a pistol and a holster, and the
pistol was cocked, and she shot the wolf. She tore the wolf open and shot the
wolf open and got Grandmother. I had a dream that Grandmother was alive. She
is alive. She shot the wolf open, and Grandmother was alive. They had wolf
stew for supper. And fox stew for supper. A fox was going to eat Little Red
Riding Hood, and one of her bullets stuck to the fox’s shoulder and the wolf was
bleeding and dead. And the fox was bleeding and dead. And she twisted their
paws.
The End
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