The past couple days my evening time to update the blog has been waylaid by VPN issues.
And I won't say I didn't forget to take a picture one day.
outtakes from my photo session with the kids. This one had a few issues but I do love the faces.
much much chopping and baking going on for an 80+ guest party next week
watching my baby snatch at this scene all day long, and thinking about how God humbled himself to become like this little child, so that we could be with him someday in all his glory.
The tragedies I read about online, the children murdered in Connecticut, and the children terrorized by a knife attack in China, are echoes in a way of the senseless tragedy many centuries ago that also lay a dark, evil cloud over the birth of the Savior- the slaughter of the babies in Bethlehem.
...Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.
We weep and refuse to be comforted.
It is only the LORD who can and will turn our mourning into joy.
We wait for Him.