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1228 - 1237, Psalm 115

1228. Sleeping in
1229. Daddy waking up with the kids (without us even talking about it)
1230. Myself and 3 kiddos snuggled in Blake's bed (when I finally did wake up)
1231. My mom helping me organize my kitchen
1232. Saturdays
1233. Trust filled friendship
1234. Being "caught" at a drive through
1235. Baskets fitting perfectly on an old shelf
1236. Empty sinks
1237 "Our God He IS, our God He WAS, our God He's ALWAYS GONNA BE"

Quick thoughts/prayer on Psalm 115:
So thankful for Your LOVE and FAITHFULNESS, Lord. May we not put other "gods" before You Lord.  Thank you for the reminder that if we do we will be like those gods - with mouths that can't speak, eyes that can't see, ears that can't hear, noses that can't smell, hands that can't feel and feet that can't walk.  As we continue to learn how to put you first, Lord - give us mouths that speak, eyes that see, ears that hear, noses that smell, hands that feel and feet that walk.  How can we even begin to thank you for the endless blessings you pour upon us?  THANK YOU - again Lord, give us eyes to see all that You give us.

Psalm 115
1 Not to us, LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory,
 because of your love and faithfulness.
2 Why do the nations say, “Where is their God?”
3 Our God is in heaven; he does whatever pleases him.
4 But their idols are silver and gold, made by human hands. 
5 They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but cannot see.
6 They have ears, but cannot hear, noses, but cannot smell.
7 They have hands, but cannot feel, feet, but cannot walk,
 nor can they utter a sound with their throats. 
8 Those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them.
9 All you Israelites, trust in the LORD—
 he is their help and shield.
10 House of Aaron, trust in the LORD—
 he is their help and shield.
11 You who fear him, trust in the LORD—
 he is their help and shield.
12 The LORD remembers us and will bless us:
He will bless his people Israel,
 he will bless the house of Aaron,
13 he will bless those who fear the LORD— small and great alike.
14 May the LORD cause you to flourish,
 both you and your children.
15 May you be blessed by the LORD,
 the Maker of heaven and earth.
16 The highest heavens belong to the LORD,
 but the earth he has given to mankind.
17 It is not the dead who praise the LORD,
 those who go down to the place of silence;
18 it is we who extol the LORD,
 both now and forevermore. Praise the LORD.[a]

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