Recently, I sent the kids to school dressed as pirates!!
It was the school's carnival day. This year's theme was "Pirates of the Philippines."
The kids had a lot of fun playing the various games the different grades had set up....sword fighting, sunken treasure, sink the boat, etc.,
All proceeds will be going to a local orphanage.
Our good friend, Beth S., is teaching Kirsten how to cross stitch.
She's also been helping Mikayla with some needle point, doing crafts with the kids, and being a BIG BLESSING to our kids and us.
We thank God for good friends like Beth.
Ben came home from Kindergarten yesterday and was singing a song for me....I had to chuckle when I heard it!
In the United States a familiar song kindergarteners sing is "Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush"
Ben is learning
"Here we go round the Mango tree, the mango tree, the mango tree......"
Kurt had his 45th birthday yesterday!
He was 23 when I met him. We dated for five years (going our separate ways for one of those years), then married when he was 28.So, 22 years of his life have been spent with me!
I thank God for my husband. He is a godly man. He is a good Daddy to our children.
1 Timothy 3: 1Here is a trustworthy saying: If anyone sets his heart on being an overseer,[a] he desires a noble task. 2Now the overseer must be above reproach, the husband of but one wife, temperate, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable, able to teach, 3not given to drunkenness, not violent but gentle, not quarrelsome, not a lover of money. 4He must manage his own family well and see that his children obey him with proper respect. 5(If anyone does not know how to manage his own family, how can he take care of God's church?) .... 8Deacons, likewise, are to be men worthy of respect, sincere, not indulging in much wine, and not pursuing dishonest gain. 9They must keep hold of the deep truths of the faith with a clear conscience. 10They must first be tested; and then if there is nothing against them, let them serve as deacons.
Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.
All the world is God's own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.
For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.