March 2024

March 2024
Over the years, we've always compared our family life to a wagon train heading west. Just as everyone had to do his part to get to Oregon years ago, so everyone in our family must do his/her part to make our journey through life successful. If somebody climbs in the wagon and lets the others do the work, we just don't make any progress. We all have to pull our weight and work together. Along the trail we find lots of pebbles that make for a smooth ride and some bigger rocks that jar us a little; we hit the occasional pothole that can slow us down. But if we purpose to search diligently, there are countless gold nuggets and precious gemstones along the way as well. This journal is an attempt to preserve some of those precious moments for our children, and our children's children, as together we travel this trail called life.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

1-12-10 We Have This Moment

We have this moment to hold in our hands
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand.
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment today.
(We Have This Moment, don't know composer, or artist, or source)
--------------------------------------------------------------------

After a light late supper (light and late because no one was hungry - I wonder why? Now I remember why we only do biscuit donuts about twice a year), we listened to Dad read another chapter of Where the Red Fern Grows and...well, did the same things we do while we listen. Nothing exciting. Well, ummm, nothing exciting until the rowdies start being rowdy...that's when I hightail it out of there...it's hardly safe for women and babies [smile].






















































































































After some Bible reading, songs, and memory verses, it was bedtime.
"Thank you Lord, for your blessings on me."

No comments:

Post a Comment