Girl Fun and MOAH fun!! :)

~MAJOR fun here~

~hey, girls! (BFF)~

~BFF~


~smile for the picture!~


~I C U~

~downtown~

~yum!~

Havin Fun!

Rather obvious, huh? :)

In The US of A!!!!

We're here at the Ft Lauderdale airport this morning! Honduras time it's 4:00am to us although here it';s only 6. We are very tired. We is my sister April and I. With much gratitude to family and a friend named Abby, we are on our way to catching our next flight to the Tampa airport. We'll be in the USA for 20 days. Our adventure has only just begun!

"...and many more!"

Happy Birthday Mom!

Barefoot Humor

The Tenderfoot

by: A. Rose

I clear my throat and then I cough,
For Daddy has taken his shoes off
And at his walk I like to scoff.

Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

Shall I compare it to a midsummer’s day?
More likely an afternoon matinee!
Yes, here my dear Daddy I do betray.
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

Like a tightrope walker in pantyhose,
Balancing ‘pon his tippy-toes,
Across the yard my Daddy goes.
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

Cringing from each stab he feels
As grass blades plunge into his heels.
The pain’s so great, he nearly keels!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

Samson had a weakness too;
My dad’s is hidden in his shoe.
And though it’s sad to say, it’s true:
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

My daddy’s feet are a blinding white;
Their ghostly hue is quite a sight;
The Blackfoot tribe would have a fright!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

Ooching and ahching across the lawn,
Flailing and bending like a wide-mouthed yawn,
Or a ballet dancer with too much brawn.

Oh, yes! He's a tenderfoot!

~

Now, I love my daddy, don’t get me wrong.
And I realize my poem has grown rather long,
So here I’ll end, though I could go on!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

~

"There remaineth therefore a rest..."

We printed out this picture I took of Mirian one day when Shanell, April and I went to visit her. It's in the post Sunday Afternoon Ministry. We took it and placed it upon the coffin.

Here's another one from that day:

Lucas, Mirian's brother, asked me to take a picture of Mirian in her coffin. I would not have done so otherwise.

Here is the coffin with her picture on it: If you've ever seen someone's body, someone who died from cancer, then, well...many people found her corpse disturbing. The upper jaw is exposed and the eyelids are not completely closed.

(The light bulb hanging above my head is reflected in the glass in the picture above. So are the pictures on the wall. Sorry bout that.)

The calendar reflecting in the glass of her coffin. Life is short. Time is precious. We are here for but a lifetime. In heaven, we'll have an eternity. Use your time wisely.

My mom wrote something about Mirian. Go here to read it: ~Some thoughts on Mirian's Life~

Peace At Last!

Mirian passed away today. I have yet to learn what time it was. I didn't hear until just now. Thought I'd let you all know. Thank you all for your prayers. She is suffering no more, hallelujah! I can imagine her saying; "Este es para siempre el lugar de mi reposo; Aquí habitaré, porque la he querido." (This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell; for I have desired it. Psalm 132:14)

Hebrews 4:9
There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.

~

John 3:15
That whosoever believeth in him should not perish,

but have eternal life.