Well, then this list is for you! Joel created this list to help us all remember when to begin thinking about, planning for and anticipating yearly events and holidays. I thought it was too cute not to pass along ... esp. the title!
holidays and when to talk about’ em
January 2-January 14 ... Martin Luther King Jr. Day (January 15th)
January 16-Febuary 13 ... Valentines Day (February 14th)
Febuary 15-March 20 ... First day of Spring (March 21st)
March 21-April 1 ... April Fool's Day (April 1st)
April 2- 3 ... My B-day (April 4th)
April 5-May 2... Math Bee (May 3rd)
May 4-June 20... First day of Summer (June 21st)
June 22-July 3... Fourth of July (July 4th)
July 5-July 23 ... Julia's Birthday (July 24th)
July 25-August 15... First day of school (August 16th)
August 17-September 1 ... Labor Day (Sept 1st)
September 2-September 16 ... Mama's Birthday (September 17)
September 18 ... Papaw's Birthday (September 19th)
September 20 ... First day of Fall (September 21st)
September 22-October 30 ... Halloween (October 31st)
November 1-November 8... Poppa's B-day (November 9th)
November 9-26 ... Nathan’s B-day & Thaksgiving (November 27th)
November 30-December 19 .. Aunt Brooke's Wedding (December 20th)
December 20th ... First day of Winter (December 21st)
December 22-23 ... Kaytee's Birthday and Christhmas Eve (December 24th)
December 24 ... Christmas Day (December 25th)
December 26-30 ... New Years Eve (December 31st)
December 31 ... New Year's Day (January 1st)
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Of Oppossums and Turtles
Last night, after a long day of shopping, Brooke, the three kids and I were all traveling back home. It was just beginning to get so dark that we were mostly only able to make out shapes of trees and houses and cars as we drove through the countryside.
Suddenly, I noticed an oppossum ... okay, distracted blogger here, but do I put "an" in front of oppossum since it begins with a vowel or do I put "a" before it since I don't say the initial letter "o" but rather say just "possum?" This is quite a dilemma. Never-the-less, I shall press foreward and continue my story.
So I saw this oppossum about to stroll onto the highway and I sort of squealed because I really thought we were going to hit the little fella. My squeal made Brooke (who was the driver) jump. I quickly apologized and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I just thought you were about to hit that oppossum back there."
At this time, Nathan pipes up from the backseat of the minivan, "Oppossums are not turtles."
Brooke and I looked at each other and then trying not to laugh said, "That's right, Nathan. Oppossums are not turtles."
For the next 5 or 6 minutes, Brooke and I kept repeating this line in various ways to each other. It was such a strange and funny little statement, esp. for Nathan to have made. I guess eventually I wondered aloud at why Nathan had made such a comment. Brooke said, "I sure don't know. Maybe you should ask him."
So I did ... "Nathan, why did you say that oppossums were not turtles?"
Nathan: "I didn't say that."
Brooke and I, together: "Yes, you did! We heard you!"
Nathan: "No. I didn't say 'oppossums were not turtles.' What I said was 'oppossums were NOCTURNAL.' "
And that point, Brooke and I fell out laughing so hard that she could hardly drive. Naturally! Oh, my ... of course, Nathan (my little animal lover and budding scientist) would have been quick to point out that oppossums are nocturnal. It was just some weird misunderstanding that Brooke and I both heard "not turtles" instead of "nocturnal."
By the way, we are still laughing this morning.
Suddenly, I noticed an oppossum ... okay, distracted blogger here, but do I put "an" in front of oppossum since it begins with a vowel or do I put "a" before it since I don't say the initial letter "o" but rather say just "possum?" This is quite a dilemma. Never-the-less, I shall press foreward and continue my story.
So I saw this oppossum about to stroll onto the highway and I sort of squealed because I really thought we were going to hit the little fella. My squeal made Brooke (who was the driver) jump. I quickly apologized and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I just thought you were about to hit that oppossum back there."
At this time, Nathan pipes up from the backseat of the minivan, "Oppossums are not turtles."
Brooke and I looked at each other and then trying not to laugh said, "That's right, Nathan. Oppossums are not turtles."
For the next 5 or 6 minutes, Brooke and I kept repeating this line in various ways to each other. It was such a strange and funny little statement, esp. for Nathan to have made. I guess eventually I wondered aloud at why Nathan had made such a comment. Brooke said, "I sure don't know. Maybe you should ask him."
So I did ... "Nathan, why did you say that oppossums were not turtles?"
Nathan: "I didn't say that."
Brooke and I, together: "Yes, you did! We heard you!"
Nathan: "No. I didn't say 'oppossums were not turtles.' What I said was 'oppossums were NOCTURNAL.' "
And that point, Brooke and I fell out laughing so hard that she could hardly drive. Naturally! Oh, my ... of course, Nathan (my little animal lover and budding scientist) would have been quick to point out that oppossums are nocturnal. It was just some weird misunderstanding that Brooke and I both heard "not turtles" instead of "nocturnal."
By the way, we are still laughing this morning.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
36 birthdays
Did you know that 36 is a special number? There are all sorts of interesting facts about the number 36, such as:
36 is a square number: 6 x 6 = 36.
36 is a trianglar number because 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 = 36.
36 is evenly divisible by 2, 3, 4, 6 ,9, 12 and 18.
William Shakespeare wrote 36 plays.
There are 36 inches in a yard.
36 is the number of degrees in the angle of all 5 tips in a perfect star.
The fruit fly is frequently used in genetic studies. It normally has 36 bristles.
Mutations may cause it to have more or less. Further breeding after mutations always
brings the number back to 36.
The probability of throwing double six on two dice is one in 36.
A beer barrel is 36 gallons ...not that I do much drinking or anything!
36 is the largest numeric base that some computer systems support because it exhausts the numerals, 0–9, and the letters, A–Z.
Many early computers featured a 36-bit word length.
36 is a perfect score on the ACT.
Yes, 36 is a pretty special number. Today I am officially 36 years old. I'm determined to make this birthday one that is full of joy and peace and anticipation for what wonders the future holds ... if for no other reason than because at 34 and 35 I was a woman who was worried, weary, worn and full of woe. (How's that for good use of alliteration?!) After nearly 2 years of sorrows, I want to celebrate feeling well and wonderful and whole again. It's a good feeling.
One last fact about the number 36 ... it just so happens that 36 is the atomic number for krypton. You know what that means: It's very likely that this is the year I turn into a superwoman! So look out, world! There's a brand-new 36 year old on the loose, and there's no telling what might happen!
36 is a square number: 6 x 6 = 36.
36 is a trianglar number because 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 = 36.
36 is evenly divisible by 2, 3, 4, 6 ,9, 12 and 18.
William Shakespeare wrote 36 plays.
There are 36 inches in a yard.
36 is the number of degrees in the angle of all 5 tips in a perfect star.
The fruit fly is frequently used in genetic studies. It normally has 36 bristles.
Mutations may cause it to have more or less. Further breeding after mutations always
brings the number back to 36.
The probability of throwing double six on two dice is one in 36.
A beer barrel is 36 gallons ...not that I do much drinking or anything!
36 is the largest numeric base that some computer systems support because it exhausts the numerals, 0–9, and the letters, A–Z.
Many early computers featured a 36-bit word length.
36 is a perfect score on the ACT.
Yes, 36 is a pretty special number. Today I am officially 36 years old. I'm determined to make this birthday one that is full of joy and peace and anticipation for what wonders the future holds ... if for no other reason than because at 34 and 35 I was a woman who was worried, weary, worn and full of woe. (How's that for good use of alliteration?!) After nearly 2 years of sorrows, I want to celebrate feeling well and wonderful and whole again. It's a good feeling.
One last fact about the number 36 ... it just so happens that 36 is the atomic number for krypton. You know what that means: It's very likely that this is the year I turn into a superwoman! So look out, world! There's a brand-new 36 year old on the loose, and there's no telling what might happen!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I am the Moon ...
You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light
And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
(words by Sara Groves)
I heard these words today and the power of them has me continually repeating them in my head. Let this be the cry of my heart: "Oh, Lord ... make me to shine!"
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light
And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
(words by Sara Groves)
I heard these words today and the power of them has me continually repeating them in my head. Let this be the cry of my heart: "Oh, Lord ... make me to shine!"
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It's official ... I am the world's most clueless mother!
Nathan's got a great idea. He wants LarryBoy to have a posse of superhero pals called the Veggie Friends ... you know, like Batman is part of the Super Friends group. He's been talking about all these ideas for Veggie Tale inspired superheroes, and drawing up sketches of what they look like and plotting out stories to be made into LarryBoy and the Veggie Friends dvd's. I'm impressed ... after all, Nathan's only 6 years old.
This evening, Nathan was talking to Joel and me about all the Veggie Friend ideas he had: some of the characters were The Green Asparagus (which is sort of like the Green Lantern and could be played by Alfred the Asparagus), Aqua Gourd (which is a spoof of Aquaman and would be the perfect role for Jimmy Gourd ... or Jerry Gourd, cause it is sorta hard to tell the difference), Wonder Carrot (instead of Wonder Woman, and Laura Carrot would be a good one for this role), and Grape Guy (which would be acted out by Pa Grape). He was even telling us how in their first episode the Veggie Friends have to capture the Milk Money Bandit (who is a French pea who has escaped from prison). It was a really exciting adventure and we were all caught up in the retelling of it as Nathan was giving us a dramatic rendition.
During the conversation, I couldn't help but feel that there was something was missing from the Veggie Friends group. After several minutes, it became quite obvious to me that what was needed was for a tomato to somehow be worked in to the Veggie Friends. I mean, could you possibly have the Veggie Friends without Bob the Tomato?! Why, it would be akin to trying to have Sesame Street without Ernie!
So, in my utter cluelessness, I dared to suggest to my son that maybe the Veggie Friends might ought to include a "Bat Bob."
There was an incredibly long moment of stunned silence. The silence was followed by a couple of big, low sighs from both boys.
Then Nathan took a deep breath and said, "I don't think that Bat Bob would work out, Mom. He's just not the kind of superhero I had in mind for Veggie Friends."
Me (again in my totally clueless and unhip mom mode): "Why not? I think Bat Bob is kind of cute."
Boy, was that the wrong thing to say! With those words, I hit a new low of cluelessness.
Joel: "Well, that's just it. Bat Bob is cute. Veggie Friends aren't cute."
Me (in a rather limp voice): "Oh."
Nathan: "Besides, the costume is sort of too big for Bob."
Okay, now that struck me as incredibly funny. So I laughed ... it was just a little laugh, but still a laugh none-the-less. Again, this was the absolute wrong response for any hip and understanding mother to have in a moment such as this.
Two sets of eyes gave me a look ... a look that said, "We weren't intending for that to be funny."
So I stopped mid-laugh and said, "Um ... well ... uh ... Couldn't you just size the costume down a little so that it fit Bob better? I mean, it's just a matter of drawing it to fit on his body, right?"
Again there was silence. Long silence. The boys exchanged looks that seemed to say, "Have you ever seen anyone so clueless? This is really unbelievable that someone could actually be this dumb!"
Then Joel says, "You can't just size down the costume, Momma. It's just the size that it is. And it doesn't fit on Bob. Nathan's tried it. Trust us ... Bat Bob won't work out."
Nathan: "Yeah, Mom. Besides, even if the costume did fit, it still wouldn't work out. Bob's just not superhero material. Sorry, but Bat Bob is no good."
You know, for the first time, it appears that I'm a totally clueless mom. I'm still in shock over my sons' rejection of Bat Bob. Bob the Tomato ... not superhero material?! Why, I thought he would be the superest hero of them all! I guess that just goes to show you how clueless of a mother I really am.
Hopefully, I'm not too clueless on the big things that really matter in this life. (Not that superheros aren't important and all!) Trying to raise boys is a tough thing for this mother. I've never been a boy, and quite honestly, there is a lot of boy stuff I just don't get. In fact, superheros are the least of them! But every morning and every night I pray for God's grace to provide me with an unnatural wisdom for relating to my sweet guys, and in the meantime I'm trust that the Lord will continue to cover over all of my cluelessness.
Boys! I'm sure glad that God gave me my two ... even if by raising them I continue to prove just how utterly clueless I really am.
This evening, Nathan was talking to Joel and me about all the Veggie Friend ideas he had: some of the characters were The Green Asparagus (which is sort of like the Green Lantern and could be played by Alfred the Asparagus), Aqua Gourd (which is a spoof of Aquaman and would be the perfect role for Jimmy Gourd ... or Jerry Gourd, cause it is sorta hard to tell the difference), Wonder Carrot (instead of Wonder Woman, and Laura Carrot would be a good one for this role), and Grape Guy (which would be acted out by Pa Grape). He was even telling us how in their first episode the Veggie Friends have to capture the Milk Money Bandit (who is a French pea who has escaped from prison). It was a really exciting adventure and we were all caught up in the retelling of it as Nathan was giving us a dramatic rendition.
During the conversation, I couldn't help but feel that there was something was missing from the Veggie Friends group. After several minutes, it became quite obvious to me that what was needed was for a tomato to somehow be worked in to the Veggie Friends. I mean, could you possibly have the Veggie Friends without Bob the Tomato?! Why, it would be akin to trying to have Sesame Street without Ernie!
So, in my utter cluelessness, I dared to suggest to my son that maybe the Veggie Friends might ought to include a "Bat Bob."
There was an incredibly long moment of stunned silence. The silence was followed by a couple of big, low sighs from both boys.
Then Nathan took a deep breath and said, "I don't think that Bat Bob would work out, Mom. He's just not the kind of superhero I had in mind for Veggie Friends."
Me (again in my totally clueless and unhip mom mode): "Why not? I think Bat Bob is kind of cute."
Boy, was that the wrong thing to say! With those words, I hit a new low of cluelessness.
Joel: "Well, that's just it. Bat Bob is cute. Veggie Friends aren't cute."
Me (in a rather limp voice): "Oh."
Nathan: "Besides, the costume is sort of too big for Bob."
Okay, now that struck me as incredibly funny. So I laughed ... it was just a little laugh, but still a laugh none-the-less. Again, this was the absolute wrong response for any hip and understanding mother to have in a moment such as this.
Two sets of eyes gave me a look ... a look that said, "We weren't intending for that to be funny."
So I stopped mid-laugh and said, "Um ... well ... uh ... Couldn't you just size the costume down a little so that it fit Bob better? I mean, it's just a matter of drawing it to fit on his body, right?"
Again there was silence. Long silence. The boys exchanged looks that seemed to say, "Have you ever seen anyone so clueless? This is really unbelievable that someone could actually be this dumb!"
Then Joel says, "You can't just size down the costume, Momma. It's just the size that it is. And it doesn't fit on Bob. Nathan's tried it. Trust us ... Bat Bob won't work out."
Nathan: "Yeah, Mom. Besides, even if the costume did fit, it still wouldn't work out. Bob's just not superhero material. Sorry, but Bat Bob is no good."
You know, for the first time, it appears that I'm a totally clueless mom. I'm still in shock over my sons' rejection of Bat Bob. Bob the Tomato ... not superhero material?! Why, I thought he would be the superest hero of them all! I guess that just goes to show you how clueless of a mother I really am.
Hopefully, I'm not too clueless on the big things that really matter in this life. (Not that superheros aren't important and all!) Trying to raise boys is a tough thing for this mother. I've never been a boy, and quite honestly, there is a lot of boy stuff I just don't get. In fact, superheros are the least of them! But every morning and every night I pray for God's grace to provide me with an unnatural wisdom for relating to my sweet guys, and in the meantime I'm trust that the Lord will continue to cover over all of my cluelessness.
Boys! I'm sure glad that God gave me my two ... even if by raising them I continue to prove just how utterly clueless I really am.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Joel's Turn ...
Last week we had a lot of bad weather, including lots of rain and flooding and high winds and tornadoes. All of these things happened because of Hurricane Gustav.
A hurricane is a powerful, whirling storm that starts in the ocean near Africa or sometimes Brazil. Hurricane Season is from June through November. But the 3 most likely months for hurricanes are August, September and October, with September being the worst month for hurricanes to occur. My grandfather said that when he was a boy that they used to call hurricanes "September gales" because they mostly happened in September.
Hurricanes usally start off as a Tropical Depression or Tropical Storm. There are 5 catagories of hurricanes. Catagory 1 hurricanes are the weakest and Catagory 5 hurricanes are the strongest.
Hurricanes are given names by the National Hurricane Center. This helps scientists keep up when there is more than one storm in the ocean. There are 6 lists of names that are used over and over and over. But if a hurricane is really, really bad, then the name is retired and never used again. Hurricanes before 1953 didn’t have names.
Three of the biggest hurricanes to hit Louisiana were Hurricane Audrey in 1957, and Hurricanes Katrina and Rita in 2005. Those hurricane names have been retired.
One of the worst hurricanes ever happened more than 100 years ago. It happened on September 8, 1900 at Galveston, Texas. This was before anyone could predict hurricanes, so no one knew it was coming and no one prepared. That hurricane killed over 8000 people, which makes it the deadliest hurricane of all time. I sure feel sorry for the people who lived in Galveston in 1900. They didn’t know that a bad hurricane was going to come until it was too late to get away from it. Most of them died.
Hurricanes can be scarey. Bad things like floods and tornadoes and severe damage can happen because of hurricanes. But we can be thankful that today we are able to predict hurricanes and follow their path with enough time for us to prepare so that not as many people die.
written by: Joel
Sept. 7, 2008
A hurricane is a powerful, whirling storm that starts in the ocean near Africa or sometimes Brazil. Hurricane Season is from June through November. But the 3 most likely months for hurricanes are August, September and October, with September being the worst month for hurricanes to occur. My grandfather said that when he was a boy that they used to call hurricanes "September gales" because they mostly happened in September.
Hurricanes usally start off as a Tropical Depression or Tropical Storm. There are 5 catagories of hurricanes. Catagory 1 hurricanes are the weakest and Catagory 5 hurricanes are the strongest.
Hurricanes are given names by the National Hurricane Center. This helps scientists keep up when there is more than one storm in the ocean. There are 6 lists of names that are used over and over and over. But if a hurricane is really, really bad, then the name is retired and never used again. Hurricanes before 1953 didn’t have names.
Three of the biggest hurricanes to hit Louisiana were Hurricane Audrey in 1957, and Hurricanes Katrina and Rita in 2005. Those hurricane names have been retired.
One of the worst hurricanes ever happened more than 100 years ago. It happened on September 8, 1900 at Galveston, Texas. This was before anyone could predict hurricanes, so no one knew it was coming and no one prepared. That hurricane killed over 8000 people, which makes it the deadliest hurricane of all time. I sure feel sorry for the people who lived in Galveston in 1900. They didn’t know that a bad hurricane was going to come until it was too late to get away from it. Most of them died.
Hurricanes can be scarey. Bad things like floods and tornadoes and severe damage can happen because of hurricanes. But we can be thankful that today we are able to predict hurricanes and follow their path with enough time for us to prepare so that not as many people die.
written by: Joel
Sept. 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
So Exactly How Bad is Bad?
This graphic from the Thursday, September 4, 2008 Alexandria Town Talk shows the rainfall in Louisiana from noon on September 2nd through noon on September 3rd. My hometown is in the blue section of the map ... over 10 inches. We've talked to several area farmers who have kept up with the rainfaill totals. Everyone of them had totals close to 16 inches.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Devastation ...
Devastation comes in many forms. This week it has come to many parts of Louisiana by way of a hurricane named Gustav. And while residents of the gulf coast are not strangers to the havoc a hurricane can cause, but no matter how many hurricanes you might live through it still doesn't lessen the pain the next one can bring.
I don't live on the gulf coast. Here in central Louisiana, we are used to lots of rain and power outages due to hurricane remnants passing through. Gustav's remnants were particularly tough ... tornadoes, flash flooding and other natural disasters have made certain the Gustav is a name we won't soon forget. Here are some pictures from my hometown, which is slightly northeast of Alexandria, Louisiana.
These two houses suffered damage from a tornado. One house totally lost its roof ... and by lost I don't just mean that the roof was totally damaged or taken off of the house. I mean, it is LOST. No one knows where it went. You can see debris in yard, which is the insulation and such. But the shingles and frame are totally missing. I heard the family was inside the house when the tornado hit, and from what I understand everyone emerged unharmed physically. What an amazing blessing!
In my parish, there is wide-spread flooding. Here are some pictures of some of the worst of the flooding, and it is plain to see that the hardest hit were those who had the least resources to begin with.
As I drove around taking these pictures today, I stopped to ask anyone standing around or working if they cared that I was taking pictures. Everyone gave me permission and all asked me if I could use my pictures to send off for help from FEMA. It saddens me greatly that first thought for these people who had lost it all was to turn to our government for help. It's not FEMA's job or Bush's job or Jindal's job or any other government official's job to tend to these hurting people. It is the job of the body of Christ. Somehow, over the years, we have given up the joy and the privilege we have (as servants of Christ) to serve our fellow man ... to help and to give and to encourage. Where are the people who are willing to be the hands and feet of Jesus to the least of these?
As a parent, I know how tough it is to show my children the hardness of this world. I wish I could shield them from it, and so many times that is exactly what I choose to do. But unfortunately, natural disasters and suffering in poverty are part of our fallen world. Today, I'm taking my children right there to the middle of it. I want them to remember Gustav ... not for what they suffered or even for how others suffered. I want them to remember what God did right in the middle of all the yuck ... how even floods and tornadoes can't stop the goodness of God. I want my children to know this: We serve a living God, who wants us to share His amazing love with the rest of the world. We can't do that when we sit at home, watching our TV or playing our video games.
One last picture ... my favorite, too.
What a great reminder! I serve a mighty God, who knew exactly when and where the wind would blow last night, which trees would fall from it and which ones would remain standing. Yes, it is human nature to look around us and see devastation. But what peace to know that God is walking through it with us. What joy there is knowing that even now we can anticipate the wonderful way He will make it beautiful again.
I don't live on the gulf coast. Here in central Louisiana, we are used to lots of rain and power outages due to hurricane remnants passing through. Gustav's remnants were particularly tough ... tornadoes, flash flooding and other natural disasters have made certain the Gustav is a name we won't soon forget. Here are some pictures from my hometown, which is slightly northeast of Alexandria, Louisiana.
These two houses suffered damage from a tornado. One house totally lost its roof ... and by lost I don't just mean that the roof was totally damaged or taken off of the house. I mean, it is LOST. No one knows where it went. You can see debris in yard, which is the insulation and such. But the shingles and frame are totally missing. I heard the family was inside the house when the tornado hit, and from what I understand everyone emerged unharmed physically. What an amazing blessing!
In my parish, there is wide-spread flooding. Here are some pictures of some of the worst of the flooding, and it is plain to see that the hardest hit were those who had the least resources to begin with.
As I drove around taking these pictures today, I stopped to ask anyone standing around or working if they cared that I was taking pictures. Everyone gave me permission and all asked me if I could use my pictures to send off for help from FEMA. It saddens me greatly that first thought for these people who had lost it all was to turn to our government for help. It's not FEMA's job or Bush's job or Jindal's job or any other government official's job to tend to these hurting people. It is the job of the body of Christ. Somehow, over the years, we have given up the joy and the privilege we have (as servants of Christ) to serve our fellow man ... to help and to give and to encourage. Where are the people who are willing to be the hands and feet of Jesus to the least of these?
As a parent, I know how tough it is to show my children the hardness of this world. I wish I could shield them from it, and so many times that is exactly what I choose to do. But unfortunately, natural disasters and suffering in poverty are part of our fallen world. Today, I'm taking my children right there to the middle of it. I want them to remember Gustav ... not for what they suffered or even for how others suffered. I want them to remember what God did right in the middle of all the yuck ... how even floods and tornadoes can't stop the goodness of God. I want my children to know this: We serve a living God, who wants us to share His amazing love with the rest of the world. We can't do that when we sit at home, watching our TV or playing our video games.
One last picture ... my favorite, too.
What a great reminder! I serve a mighty God, who knew exactly when and where the wind would blow last night, which trees would fall from it and which ones would remain standing. Yes, it is human nature to look around us and see devastation. But what peace to know that God is walking through it with us. What joy there is knowing that even now we can anticipate the wonderful way He will make it beautiful again.
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