"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
So the black Friday sales were good to me - for more than just the new computer. I found a nice stainless steel trash can for $14, and I bought myself this griddle for under $10. We tried it out last night with breakfast for dinner. It works very well. No more smoking up the whole kitchen while making one pancake at a time.
If I had known how much I would like cooking on a griddle I would have gotten one a long time ago.
I have a new hairdresser ;) We found a little pony playdough set at the thrift store a couple weeks ago, and it had this little pink plastic comb in it. The five year old is obsessed with the comb (and the fake scissors).
He did my hair, then his own hair...
Then the evil purple minion's hair. I have to say that minion definitely looks like he could use a comb - lol.
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