Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; they shall not be ashamed, but shall speak with their enemies in the gate.

Psalm 127:3-5


Thursday, January 15, 2009

It is cold...so come home...!!!

It was -14 this morning...now it is a balmy -6! Amazingly cold and so cozy to be in near the fire! Daddy will be home soon. He will come in the door icy and breathless. Everyone will run to meet him with a cheer in seven joyous voices "DADDY!" There will be a bustle for hugs and kisses..."How did your day go? What did you bring home?" One will grab his brief-case, another his cold mug from this morning's coffee. "Come tell us by the fire...I kept it going all day." Mama will finally get her kiss. Then one will shut out the cold and the snow and the wintry world. Outside? Well, everything is frozen in time...waiting...waiting for spring.