Sons are an heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. PS 127:3-5a
Friday, March 06, 2009
We have hit the doldrums. Not much is happening right now. We are basically waiting for a stiff breeze to come along and whip us into action. Every stitch of canvas is hung and the watches are getting restless.
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