The letter of the week is F...for Flamingo. Just so you know...I looked it up and flamingo plural is either/or flamingoes or flamingos. However, my spell check on blogger doesn't like the "es" version. Huh! The Curious Georgette was so glad they were pink...woohoo...PINK!! Here is our laundry day fort. When I take the cover off to wash it...they take the cushions off and make a fort. This is actually a pirate ship...arrr! They had paper towel roll spy glasses...arrr! Yo-ho-ho! Very happy little pirates...don'tcha think?They were below deck having tea! Hehehe! Shiver me timbers...and all that...Arrrr! *Squawk*...do you hear the parrot?
Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stor'd; He hath loos'd the fateful lightning Of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires Of a hundred circling camps, They have builded Him an altar In the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence By the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel Writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with My condemners, So with you My grace shall deal:" Let the Hero born of woman Crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment seat. Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom That transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy Let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I took him to get a shot to help protect him from respiratory issues...and he's having a minor reaction to it...a HIGH fever. Pray for my tyke today...poor, sweet lambie!
Why do these things happen on Fridays? You don't know if you should take them into the Dr...cuz there's a weekend coming up. You don't want to over react. Ugh!
Shhhh....Timing...it's the Lord's! He is the Great Physician...did a lot of praying last night!
"And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. " James 5:15
The letter of the week is E...for Elephant. It was between elephant and emu...and well, elephant won out! HA haha! Emmy had her hands traced with marker...and very smartly colored on both sides of the paper. Yes, MomE's are thrilled with such little genius moments! Do you like Lubby's elephant...and his picture of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego? Do you see the fire on the upper right? How neat is that!? They both really like that story. Loverbrains recently pointed out that my most recent playdoh mixture doesn't remind him of black raspberry ice cream...but of gory pink organs. Lovely...now that's all I can think of as they squish it about...ewww! Emmy made this at church...and I just love it. Who knew that praying beans could be so cute?!
I am not the poetry writer in our marriage. This might surprise many who know us...because I'm such a chatterbox and he's so reserved. He writes amazing poetry...I have sheets and sheets!! So, I tottered over to the Love Poetry Generator...and created this hilarious masterpiece below...HAHAHA...*tears running from corners of eyes*...laughter is good for marriage too, right?
My Love
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms Handsome as the Rose in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your Trumpet voice and leaps like a Lion at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great Eagle wing. I am comforted by your Shirt that I carry into the twilight of Homebeams and hold next to my Chest. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Water. As my Hands falls from my Jacket, it reminds me of your Work. In the quiet, I listen for the last Bang of the day. My heated Buns leaps to my Pants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Bicycle so that we may Run as one, Buns to Buns, in search of the magnificient Blue and mystical School of love. The last line is my favorite!
Head over to my other blog...BLOGGING ALONG to see my little trick or treaters.
The letter of the week is F...for Flamingo. Just so you know...I looked it up and flamingo plural is either/or flamingoes or flamingos. However, my spell check on blogger doesn't like the "es" version. Huh! The Curious Georgette was so glad they were pink...woohoo...PINK!!
Here is our laundry day fort. When I take the cover off to wash it...they take the cushions off and make a fort. This is actually a pirate ship...arrr! They had paper towel roll spy glasses...arrr! Yo-ho-ho! 
Very happy little pirates...don'tcha think? They were below deck having tea! Hehehe! Shiver me timbers...and all that...Arrrr! *Squawk*...do you hear the parrot?
