Our Son1 came home. Our Little Loo celebrated her third year as a Rocky Mountain Bride. Our Son2 was a hero to his little girl and us all, slaying more dragons than anyone would want to meet in a lifetime. Our Son3 joined the workforce, leaving a hole in the home. Our Son4 stepped into his man-shoes, tightening the slack in the rope around the farm. Our bammy passed away. New chicks lived in the living room for 3 weeks, which was 2 weeks longer than they were cute. I repeatedly prayed my way out of (vociferously) demanding an apology from everyone who voted for Obi. I developed a compulsive interest in weaving ... which will follow me on January 1st to my new blog, NottaLotta Acres 2010, as this one ('07-'09) is officially retired.
If you've been following here or visiting here, do make a note of the new location and come along with me, where you can sign-up to follow again or just poke around from time-to-time, when the mood strikes.
Audio Sermon: Examine Yourself by Paul Washer
|The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Psalm 23|