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1143 - 1154, Psalm 108

1143. Pajama days
1144. Avonlea's expression when she sees daddy
1145. Frequent flyer miles - mom is coming for Christmas!
1146. Ugly/Beautiful - our messy house/the blessings that make it messy
1147. Unexpected evenings with daddy (he was too exhausted to play basketball)
1148. The children's book - Circus Ship
1149. Cole sitting in the middle of a big group of kids (listening to Circus Ship) and raising his hand when the author asked a question (imitating the bigger kids)
1150. Cole's "performances"
1151. The way my heart melts when I watch my children in public places
1152. Realizing that God's heart probably melts in the same way (probably even more) when he looks at us.
1153. The life long search for "bear" (Blakes special stuffed animal that we never can find)
1154. The reminder of Gods GREAT LOVE and FAITHFULNESS found in Psalm 108 (below)


Psalm 108
1 My heart, O God, is steadfast;
 I will sing and make music with all my soul.
 2 Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
 3 I will praise you, LORD, among the nations;
 I will sing of you among the peoples.
 4 For great is your love,
higher than the heavens;
 your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
 5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;
 let your glory be over all the earth.
 6 Save us and help us with your right hand,
 that those you love may be delivered.
 7 God has spoken from his sanctuary:
 “In triumph I will parcel out Shechem and measure off the Valley of Sukkoth.
 8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is my helmet, Judah is my scepter.
 9 Moab is my washbasin, on Edom I toss my sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”
 10 Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?
 11 Is it not you, God, you who have rejected us and no longer go out with our armies?
 12 Give us aid against the enemy,
 for human help is worthless.
 13 With God we will gain the victory,
 and he will trample down our enemies.

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