These are the lyrics to my favorite song right now. Simple, but praise God all true! Some times when I am singing this song I feel like my heart is gripping these words as tightly as it can. Even if it is not a raging ocean, but a constant tide, all day, every day; it is good to know that he makes all things work together for our good.

Your Love Never Fails

Nothing can separate

even if I ran away
your love never fails!

I know I still make mistakes
but you have new mercies for me everyday
your love never fails!

You stay the same through the ages
your love never changes
there may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning
and when the oceans rage, I don't have to be afraid
because I know that you love me!
Your love never fails!

The wind is strong and the waters deep
But I'm not alone here in these open seas
your love never fails

the chasm was far to wide
I never thought I'd reach the other side
But your love never fails

You stay the same through the ages
your love never changes
there may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning
and when the oceans rage I don't have to be afraid
because I know that you LOVE me!
Your love never fails!

You make all things work together for my good.

Samuel B-lated Two

These pictures were taken in Olympia. This is Samuel's friend Haily. Samuel has lots of friends. He is such a sweet boy. But he is still SUCH a boy (like I know what I am talking about; all I know is Lillian didn't get into the kinda trouble he does and I don't think I did either)

Checking out a water drain. Very chilly; who cares lets get wet!

My wonderful girl. She likes to get wet also. She is such a good little soccer player. Little because she is probably gonna be much better at something else; but I was filled with sweetness watching her. She is the only girl. It was cold and raining and bless her heart she slipped and fell in a puddle. But she kept playing. I encouraged her with hot tea (the caffeinated kind she isn't allowed to have). It hit the spot I guess.

What Samuel looks like with brushed hair...Oh my goodness!

At three this morning I got up with Samuel. He was fussing and crying, very sad. I crawled into bed with him and cuddled him as he sobbed "MY orange juice". Almost as funny as this hair!

This is what happens when Mothers get on the phone in the middle of the day!
He...no THEY were covered from head to toe.

Just my son.