Sunday, December 16, 2012

My Shepherd Will Supply My Need

This is my favorite song:



Here are the words:

My Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fear away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Snowy Saturday Morning

Saturday mornings are always great.  Snowy morning are always great.  But a Saturday morning that's also snowy?  Well, that's something different, isn't?  That's something extra special.











Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Moments

Here are some random moments from the last little while:

 I woke up one morning to find Libby had gotten breakfast ready for each of us.  Carrots and mozzarella cheese.

 I came down just in time to see her trying to cut the end off the carrots with this huge, totally dull knife.


 Libby fell asleep in a laundry basket on a chair.


Every now and then we get snow.  It doesn't stick around for long, but that's okay, because my kids are the kind of kids not to waste a moment.  They are always out playing in it as soon as possible.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Working Hard

Ethan's been gone a lot, looking for work.  Here's Hudson pretending to be like daddy:


Ethan's been interviewing with a company.  I'll post more about that later, when things become official. Right now, I am working on packing up the house - a truly annoying job.  It seems to me that people tend to fall into one of two categories: those who like packing and hate unpacking, or those who hate packing but like unpacking.  I'm an unpacker.  I love that and look forward to being able to do that some day.

We're not 100 percent sure how things will turn out, but for now, we are preparing for a move, and hoping Ethan can come home soon.  We all miss him like crazy.