I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1-2)
Monday, April 07, 2008
Here's what Philip said today...
I left a glass of milk on the floor while reading to Philip on the couch. Braewyn was crawling around and of course knocked it over. I thought it a great moment to explain to Philip the meaning of the phrase, "Don't cry over spilt milk." He was listening very intently. I then said, "So I really can't do anything about it because it's on the floor and I can't put it back in. I really wanted to drink my milk, but it was my fault for leaving it on the floor." Philip looked at me and said, "You can do something. You can clean it up." I said,"Well, that I can do." And he said, "That's the trueness."
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