Nothing quite like waking up to the smell of bacon frying. I’m gonna miss my Mother’s Day Breakfast-In-Bed when Mark Jr grows up and moves out. Methinks he’ll just have to come every Mother’s Day Eve and spend the night.
Rebekah came to church today PRAISE THE LORD and then stayed for most of the afternoon.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
I can’t help but think that the LORD is restoring the years the locust ate.