Monday, April 26, 2010

Some random pictures

We are looking forward to the warmer spring/summer days for more visits to the park.


Alyssa loved the ducks and the wind on her face.
Don't know if she waslooking for some heavenly intervention~ cause the spoonsfuls of apple sause just kept coming and coming.



Is that a smile through the sause?
no I don't think so?

I wanted to send a picture in Macarri's birthday card of the girls wishing her a very happy birthday. however they had other plans!! Here is a few of the 12 shots that I took Alyssa loved picking up and throwing Maccri's name sign! She did this to me several times as I just snapped the picture!!






If I forgot to say "smile!!!" They forgot to do it. She there went a few shots!



Trying to get both girls to stay still and smile was hard! I gave up :-)
Alyssa celebrating turning 2o months, by wearing her birthday shirt~



Sunny days at home...












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The Inward Warfare - by John Newtown- Galatians 5:17

Strange and mysterious is my life, What opposites I feel within! A stable peace, a constant strife; The rule of grace, the power of sin: Too often I am captive led, Yet daily triumph in my Head.
I prize the privilege of prayer, But oh! what backwardness to pray! Though on the Lord I cast my care, I feel its burden every day; I seek His will in all I do, Yet find my own is working too.
I call the promises my own, And prize them more than mines of gold. Yet though their sweetness I have known, They leave me unimpressed and cold: One hour upon the truth I feed, The next I knew not what I read.
I love the holy day of rest, When Jesus meets His gathered saints: Sweet day, of all the week the best! For its return my spirit pants; Yet often, through my unbelief It proves a day of guilt and grief.
While on my Saviour I rely, I know my foes shall lose their aim, And therefore dare their power defy, Assured of conquest through His name; But soon my confidence is slain, And all my fears return again.
Thus different powers within me strive, And grace and sin by turns prevail; I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, And victory hangs in doubtful scale: But Jesus has His promise past, That grace shall overcome at last.