For All the Saints

For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest: Alleluia, alleluia!

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
And Thou, in darkness drear, their one true light: Alleluia, alleluia!

O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle - they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee for all are Thine: Alleluia, alleluia!

(William W. How)

My dad has been one of those saints who rest from their labors and shine in glory for 14 months. The man who I will always think of as "my pastor" has just joined him. I do truly thank God for these men who confessed Him before the world, fought the fight well, and clung to Jesus as their light through the darkest times. I praise God that I am one with them in Christ now, and look forward to the day "When we all see Jesus and sing and shout the victory!"

Random cuteness

H told us that her favorite part of getting her hair washed is at the end when I put the "air conditioning" in.

On the long drive back from Grandma's this evening, I let the kids watch a DVD, "Elmo visits the Doctor." I could hear it, but couldn't see what was on the screen. At one point I asked H if the doctor was a real person or a puppet. She answered, "It's a puppet, Mommy. They're all puppets except Big Bird - he's a real person."

While I was putting baby D to bed this evening, H took a tumble and started wailing. D could hear the drama from where we were in his room. He sat up in my arms, pointed at the door, and said "Uh-Oh! Sister" (or something that sounded a lot like sister, anyway.) I went out to investigate and try to console her. As I was giving her a hug, D snuggled up to her and patted her on the back. So sweet to see a 13 month old comforting his big sister!