When the morning falls on the farthest hill,
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still.
When dark trials come and my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still.
For the Lord our God, He is strong to save
From the arms of death, from the deepest grave.
And He gave us life in His perfect will,
And by His good grace, I will praise Him still.
I WILL PRAISE HIM, STILL by Fernando Ortega
Friday, February 11, 2011
A BIG MILESTONE: the bow
Finally, the little beauty has enough hair for a bow to clasp on to ever so delicately. It surprised me just how excited I have been about this. But, friends have assured me that they felt the exact same way with their girls. Is it a rite of passage? And, is that for me, the mama, or for the baby girl?