Oh boy....

So, my little brother thinks himself the expert comedian. He has finally hit the "make-up-my-own-jokes-and-think-I'm-hilarious" stage. And ya know, it's pretty cute!! Here are a few of my favorite of his.

~Why did the paper go walking on the road?
~He was being chased by Joker and Penguin!!

~Why did the road cross the road over and over again?
~He was being a double dirty crosser-anater elevator!!

Yeah, he's a goofy! Oh, and here's a song he made up today:

"There's a hole in the bottom of the sea, there's a hole in the bottom of the sea, POP goes the weasle!"

Yes, yes. We'll be selling tickets soon.....

White, Fluffly Flakes

Today, Momma, Abe, Levi, and I went to Wal-Mart. And when we were walking out to the parking lot the ginormously beautiful snow flakes come falling down. I just kind of stopped (yes, I was in the street) and felt them fall on me. They felt so good! I was so cold walking out of the store, but then it was like I never felt better when the they landed on my nose and my cheek and my forehead. Yes, the Lord is good. And he continually shows it to me by the little joys He brings my way. See, as busy humans we can walk out of Wal-Mart into the snow, and we can say ", Oh, it's snowing." But I'd rather come out, look up, and rejoice ", Oh! It's snowing!"

Though the rain is my by far my favorite, I must say, if this was the last time I saw snow, I would be sorely disappointed. However, I would be glad the Lord let me realize, this time, what a gift it is. And I didn't even have to be out there playing in it. Huh! Whodda' thunk.



Oh, and for those of you wondering. I am feeling a whole lot better! Thanks to Jesus (and, I'm sure, your prayers) I can actually sleep in the evening. I love being able to do that.

His healing hand...

So, today I am sick. I hate being sick, but I really love the breaks you get while being sick. No, I don't mean how you get to sit on the couch while everyone bustles around you, or get to sleep till 2 in the afternoon (I still can't believe I did that!) The breaks I'm talking about are the ones where you're feeling like garbage, and then for 3 beautiful minutes you feel peaceful and rested. Those are the minutes I feel Jesus looking at me and loving me and being merciful to me. Then all the rest of the day is easier to bear, because you know that you deserve this pain, but Jesus spares you so much of it! Augh. I hate being a sinner. But you know one plus? I have an amazing Saviour!