Not as a stranger

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord;
he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live;
and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

I know that my Redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth;
and though this body be destroyed, yet shall I see God;
whom I shall see for myself and mine eyes shall behold,
and not as a stranger.

For none of us liveth to himself,
and no man dieth to himself.
For if we live, we live unto the Lord;
and if we die, we die unto the Lord.
Whether we live, therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.

Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord;
even so saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labors.

~ Reverend Mariann Edgar Budde
Anthem in Procession from Chuck Colson's funeral

Girls' Week

• many Jane Austen movies.
• walks.
• interrupted sleep by little ones.
• reading.
• lightbulbs.
• dead mice and very large bugs.
• conversation over dinner about the topic of crying. We discussed it from every angle.
• a cabin in the woods.
• discovering new music.
• telling our stories.
• fork the shirt!
• reunion of the fearsome foursome.
• popcorn and brownies.
• Eryn's homemade chai lattes.
• canasta and dutch blitz.
• foggy, misty morning.
• naps.

Caspian!

He's turned out to be a very nice gentleman who is fun to be around. We didn't really have hope for him when he was a baby - he was such a stinker!