Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless:
Maintain the rights of the poor and the oppressed:
Rescue the weak and the needy:
Deliver them from the hand of the wicked.
Lately Chica’s been quite interested in the FUNGUS/Mushrooms/Toadstools that are everywhere thanks to the abundant rain. It’s taken a few conversations but I do believe she understands that no matter what the trail guides say, we are NOT going to pick any to add to our salads.
I am not sure what’s so funny about math, or spelling, or poetry, or history, or lunch, or the boy who rode his bike by this afternoon, but things have been a little funny and giddy all day long around here….
So this song came to mind…
152. Home School Funding & Teacher Support, a tremendous blessing.
153. Rain, lifegiving Rain.
154. A paperchasing question answered by God’s provision. Our mortgage statements are now paperless. One less stack of paper forwarded to a dear friend who cares for things while we are “somewherelse.”
155. SUNSHINE, Beautiful, Glorious Sunshine. Children scrap the books for fresh air, nature, industrious play. For winter is coming.
156. The sense of being “at home” in the new fellowship. The excitement to get to know this part of the family.
157. Being invited for coffee, fun conversation with adults, listening to dice tossing, pieces tapping and children laughing.
159. The prayers of a child…so simple and straight to it…and though “the well is dry”, clear water continues to flow from the tap.
160. A new week stretched out before us, with plenty of good things to do.
161. A tentative plan for “going home.”
162. My failure is uncovered, revealed in words right before my eyes. My ignorance replaced by understanding. And the gratitude overflows as once again I see the HAND which will not leave me in my ignorance and sin.
That my heart poured out in Jesus’ name looks like a dirty trickle from a dry well?
Not food, not water, not shelter or clothing. but JESUS.