For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.May flights of Angels sing the baby to his rest.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
- Psalm 139: 13-16
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Condolences to the Goober household
He and Mrs. Goober were expecting, but they just suffered a miscarriage. If you want to stop by and leave some words in their time of sorrow I'd be right grateful.