"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Fiddler on the Roof
Last night our local fine arts council brought a production of Fiddler on the Roof to town. This is my favorite musical.
I wish I had taken a picture of the opening song - Tradition! The dancing and singing was spectacular.
I thought they did a better job than the dvd version I have. It was thrilling to see it in person.
My nine year old has been my "date" for the whole season of fine arts performances. We bought season tickets for the two of us. He really enjoyed this one, and it gave us a great opportunity to discuss the events surrounding World War II, which he hasn't studied yet. I want to remember to watch the DVD with him after we study that (which won't be for another year or two). I'm sure the play will take on a whole new meaning for him then.
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