Swans

We went bike riding at Metro Beach yesterday, and we saw these lovely swans. Made me want to read The Trumpet of the Swan all over again.

Big Sister Little Sister

Now they both know how.

LMC Report, Volume 2

This is mostly for a mama, who will miss her little girl for a few days, while said child stays at Ammy & Papa's house.

As long as we are remembering things. . .

I just saw this on the brick walkway at church: The church has made the walkway in stages, and everyone is invited to have a brick engraved with verses or whatever. I had this one made so I would have a little place up here to remember Mom. Does that sound a little weird?

Parents reflecting the Father

This weekend, I watched EB with the little girls in stretching situations. I noticed that she was very much aware of their situations, and was not going to ask them to do something that was beyond what they could do.

This reminded me of how God is very much aware of our challenges, in fact perfectly aware, and perfectly able to control the situations so that it is never more than we can handle. It was a comforting thought, if we, being imperfect, are like that, how much more true is it of God?

Now, will one of my eloquent word-smithing daughters put these faltering words of mine into a cohesive paragraph, so that I may read it again and marvel at the truth?