"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Snow in the Mountains, and a Great Big Moon
We had a really big full moon last night. Hard to tell in the pictures but it was so beautiful, and the sky was pink and the mountains blue. I never get tired of the scenery out here.
When I left home yesterday morning, the clouds had the mountains all socked in so I couldn't see the snow. That big thunderstorm that knocked out our power dumped quite a bit of snow on the peaks.
Looks like it's all still above tree line.
When I went to leave this morning, the moon was still out, just in the west now. Still huge and beautiful, but this morning there isn't a cloud in sight. Maybe we're finally done with this wet weather? Who knows but it definitely "feels" like snow could fly at any moment.
Concentration. The four year old played with this crane, just sitting quietly in the same place for almost an hour yesterday. He was studying the way the cable works on the bucket.
Well, I better get back to packing and cleaning :(
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