Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Sunday, January 02, 2005

We had our first 3-yr old sunday school class today. We only had one other girl, besides Hanna. And, John was comfortable there so we just kept him with us. The lesson was about John the Baptist, telling the people that Jesus was God's son. There was a picture for the lesson, and John said, about John the Baptist, "he's dirty!"

When something gives Hanna an ouchie, she says "It very hurts me." Ha.

Next Sunday is the Grandfather Frost festival. We'll make an appearance, I'm sure.

Gotta go back to work tomorrow. Yay. Whee.

Oh yeah, another thing we did in St. Louis was go to the Magic House. John just loved it. He kept asking to go back again, and even since we're home he's mentioned it.

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