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1275-1288, Psalm 119 (1-8)

1275. Blake and I laying back down (all cuddled up) and waiting for Cole to wake up
1276. Blake, Avi & I hanging out on my bed during "nap time"
1277. The song "you're gonna miss this" - wonder if I'll miss always being behind on pretty much everything :)
1278. Showing Matt pictures and videos I take during the day
1279. How proud Matt is of his boys as they learn to accomplish more and more
1280. Going to bed early
1281. Still waking up late
1282. Thankful that though my ways are far from BLAMELESS, because of what Christ has done for me I am BLAMELESS
1283. Desiring to SEEK HIM with all my heart
1284. The author of Psalm 119 admitting his struggles and his desire to change -
"Oh, that my ways were steadfast in obeying your decrees! Then I would not be put to shame when I consider all your commands. I will praise you with an upright heart as I learn your righteous laws."
1285. The expression on Cole's face when he gets a little extra attention - like from the chiropractor, or a sweet person in the waiting room
1286. Someone appreciating (and mentioning) the sweetness of his big round eyes
1287. The hope that I might actually send out my Christmas cards before next Christmas
1288. A whole new day of blessings

Psalm 119,  1-8
א Aleph
 1 Blessed are those whose ways are blameless,
 who walk according to the law of the LORD.
 2 Blessed are those who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart—
 3 they do no wrong but follow his ways.
 4 You have laid down precepts that are to be fully obeyed.
 5 Oh, that my ways were steadfast in obeying your decrees!
 6 Then I would not be put to shame when I consider all your commands.
 7 I will praise you with an upright heart as I learn your righteous laws.
 8 I will obey your decrees; do not utterly forsake me.


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