"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Friday, April 25, 2014
Snow Brings in a Flock
Can you see all those tracks in the snow on top of the hay bales? We can a ton of birds here - both yellow headed blackbirds and red winged blackbirds.
The snow lasted for about an hour and a half. I watched Ambassador Baptist College's chapel (which is on at 9 am eastern time, but here's it's 7 am). By the time it was over, our snow had pretty much all melted. We had an even bigger flock of birds by then.
They don't spook easily, but my five year old is an expert at scaring them away. They would fly off for a bit, then come back. The sunflower seeds were just too tempting. I filled the feeder yesterday and it's almost empty now (and it's only 9 am).
Each time the birds flew off, I just went back to watching gophers :)
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