Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Not burst all of your bubbles
Monday, March 7, 2011
'Member that time?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Meatless Monday
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Who do they look like?
I think Cooper looks like me - he definitely has my pointy nose. Eden looks like her daddy, at least to me she does. Her eyes disappear when she smiles and in the morning she has Garrett's sleepy eyes. But then I think Coop and Eden look a lot alike with the exception of Coop being a little chunker. I guess it is not for me to decide who they look like. No matter who I think they look like I think they are pretty darn adorable:-)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Meatless Monday
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Meaty Monday:-) on Wednesday
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
What do you do with a sick child?
Monday, February 14, 2011
Meaty Monday:-)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Helpmate
As Valentine's Day approaches I am continually reminded of just how blessed I am. I do not need fancy things or flowers (although I do like them) but I need a lover who loves on me in ways he knows I will most appreciate. So when I came home today to an empty sink and no dishes left by the sink air-drying, all I could say was thank you over and over again. Not only am I Garrett's helpmate but he is also mine.
Meatless Monday
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Efficiency
Monday, January 31, 2011
Meatless Mondays
Saturday, January 29, 2011
When one member hurts, we all hurt.
Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel
But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to Thee
Though prostrate in the dust
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner’s prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet