"For thus says the Lord: Lo, I will spread prosperity over her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing torrent. As nurslings, you shall be carried in her arms, and fondled in her lap; As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you..." Isaiah 66:12-13

Thursday, May 21, 2009


Maria standing at the screen door jiggling the handle:

"Hey! Hey, bird! Look! There's a human right here!"

She must be lonely with her sister at Gymboree and me on the computer.