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1192 - 1201, Psalm 112

1192. Remembering that though we celebrate Christ's birthday on earth, He has always been
1193. Our kids taking their time opening presents (wanting to play with each one before opening the next one)
1194. Celebrating Christmas with three kids and three grandparents
1195. The kids playing with the least expensive gift more than any of the others - punch balloons
1196. Breakfast out
1197. Matt cleaning our entire basement
1198. Listening to Tammy Wynette with my mom
1199. Watching Matt tune a fiddle
1200. Trusting God in situations where I used to get so frustrated that I couldn't trust Him
1201. Knowing I'll have another chance to record my countless blessings soon (cuz three kiddos are ready for their momma)


Psalm 112[a]
 1 Praise the LORD.[b] Blessed are those who fear the LORD,
 who find great delight in his commands.
 2 Their children will be mighty in the land;
 the generation of the upright will be blessed.
 3 Wealth and riches are in their houses, and their righteousness endures forever.
 4 Even in darkness light dawns for the upright,
 for those who are gracious and compassionate and righteous.
 5 Good will come to those who are generous and lend freely,
 who conduct their affairs with justice.
 6 Surely the righteous will never be shaken;
 they will be remembered forever.
 7 They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast,
trusting in the LORD.
 8 Their hearts are secure, they will have no fear;
 in the end they will look in triumph on their foes.
 9 They have freely scattered their gifts to the poor,
 their righteousness endures forever; their horn[c] will be lifted high in honor.
 10 The wicked will see and be vexed, they will gnash their teeth and waste away; the longings of the wicked will come to nothing.

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