"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
A Beautiful Fall
We are in the midst of gorgeous fall colors right now. I took my eight year old up to science camp yesterday at Red Cliff Bible Camp. It is such a pretty drive - especially this time of year. You can kind of see how smoky it is from the newest fire up Horse Creek. At times it is much worse than this, and at times it seems pretty clear. Just depends on which direction the wind blows.
Fall is my favorite time of year. I love all the colors, and the crisp air.
So pretty :)
We have to go pick up the eight year old this afternoon. Science camp is pretty short. Just one night. But he looks so forward to it, and learns so much. We have such great resources around us for homeschooling. Great support groups and activities and opportunities. I'm very thankful.
I'm a born again believer in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the Son of God. I am a very happily married wife and a homeschooling mom of five of the greatest kids in the world. We live in a little mountain town in Wyoming, which we love. I enjoy reading and studying God's Word, homeschooling my treasures from Heaven, sewing and doing all sorts of crafts.
Shelter~"That which covers or defends from injury or annoyance. The state of being covered and protected; protection; security. He that defends or guards from danger. To cover from violence, injury, annoyance or attack. To defend; to protect from danger; to secure or render safe; to harbor."
"The Bible calls debt a curse and children a blessing; but in our culture, we apply for a curse and reject blessings. Something is wrong with this picture." Doug Phillips
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow... For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow... So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep... I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!
You may have tangible wealth untold: Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be - I had a Mother who read to me. ~ Stricklan Gillilan