The field trip was delightful. I was squatting and scratching a little goat and and was surprised to find a tame deer chewing on the back of my shirt. Aaaaack! Ick! As soon as I set myself loose, and strained a smile at the curious fella, I looked back to find the little goat chewing on the front of my shirt! Aaaaack! Ick!
I shuffled around, embarassed about the dirty wet spot on the bottom corners of my white tank top, waiting for it to dry. I chuckled at the sign "The Farm is not legally responsible for any item of damaged clothing."
I've learned to watch my back...
God is truly merciful. See here for more information.
I checked on the PlannedParenthood website about it, and of course, they are appalled! "A slap in the face of women's rights!" PP fails to mention that this is an amazing victory fighting discrimination against unborn women's rights. Pray for hearts and souls of those affiliated with PP. Pray that this second Holocaust will be ended.
Several weeks ago Mom said to me, "Well Alexa, the baby shower will be held here, at our house" I'm thinking uh-oh. Could this mean...? I replied weakly " Sooo...Who's throwing the party? Who's in charge?" She grinned, and took a breath. I cringed. She formed her mouth around the coming response. I quivered. "You are!!!!" Aaaaaaaaaggghhh. Well, if you must know, I secretly hoped she would say me. Hehe. I just wanted the honorable label, not all the work. *sigh*
It turned out that we invited more than 50 people, but we invited alot of people expecting that they wouldn't come. I suggested that we write in the invitations : "You're invited; please don't come." either that or: "If you have any conflicting events on your schedule on this date, please go to them instead." "Don't feel pressured to come, if it's raining, don't bother yourself, if you'd miss your favorite show, we won't miss you." Mom didn't latch on to that idea as quick as I thought she would. In fact, she didn't like it all together! I can't imagine why...
We had quite the crowd. I organized the games, set-up, decorations, rsvping, and other stuff. Mom took care of food. So that's my lengthy excuse for not blogging.
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"