white chrismas is coming b/c its snowing again. i love the snow. its sooo beautiful outside. everyting is white covered and all the footprints, tyreprints and yesterdays are covered and erased with white as snow. i took the kids to school this morning and loved the sights. j is home for the morning and it is such a delight to have him here. he is catching up on some paper work and i am going to s/b. i am making this christmas album that it sort of a count down to christmas. i saw it on ali edwards blog and thought its a good thing to do. so, i make 1 page a day journalling my thoughts and feelings, documenting the proces of christmas (the tree, the wreath, the presents) and then i want to scrapbook the event in it too. so its just christmas. YIPPEE. so the first page it made with the (hideous) wall paper and i think its going to be a feature right through. along with the tree stamp that i made with glue and string. check in tomorrow for the next page. anyway, YIPPEE today is thursday. i love thursdays. (i have my reasons) but one is that its survivor tonight. in SA i use to check on the internet who won (i always reas the last page of a novel too) but now I cant. so i am enjoying the experience a lot. OOOHHH!!! and we watched march of the penquins last night. absolutely beautiful and heart warming and i can go on and on and on. WOW you HAVE to watch it. get it for a gift for someone. Its a documentary about the journey of the penquins and the narrator is Morgan freeman. the thing about a doc is that you learn something and it ALWAYS a reminder of the greatness of the God we serve. I thought i would leave you with this wonderful word out of the message bible.
Oh and leave a comment on the page that j and i disagreed on (see below). LOVE and a hug wf.xx
Psa 8:1 A David psalm. GOD, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name. Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; toddlers shout the songs That drown out enemy talk, and silence atheist babble. I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way? Yet we’ve so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden’s dawn light. You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, repeated to us your Genesis-charge, Made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild, Birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps. GOD, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world.