My sisters and I couldn't decide on which song to put on the blog so I thought I'd put both! I hope you like the songs, and the video!
All I Really Want For Christmas:
When Love Takes You In:
God bless you all today. I hope you have a marvelous week!
With Love,
Momo
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Friday, December 03, 2010
November Recap
Yeah, I know it's the third of December. But we didn't get very many posts this November so I'm going to share with you a few pictures of what we did in the month of November.
It was finally getting cold, so we had a few fires outside!
That's Dad and I (Momo) being silly. We were putting our hands really close to the fire and then trying to keep them there for as long as we could.
As some of you may already know, our uncle came home safe and sound!
Goldilocks, SquiRe, and Jack right after Thanksgiving.
Something else we did the day after Thanksgiving was go to the park.
We relaxed at the park and had a great time.

There is our cutie pie Jack.
Goldilocks likes to copy whatever SquiRe does. She didn't seem to like climbing that tree too much though.
On the ride home from the park, Jack was smiling at Risa so much. I just had to take a picture!
Momo
Friday, November 19, 2010
The Touch of the Master's Hand
It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.
Myra Brooks Welch
If ever your life is out of tune,
And no music soothes the soul,
Seek out The Master whose gentle touch
Will bless you and make you whole.
Like an old violin, weathered and worn
A life may not be so grand,
But may be uplifted, transformed, and renewed
By the touch of The Master's Hand.
~ Ken Brown ~
-Momo
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.
Myra Brooks Welch
If ever your life is out of tune,
And no music soothes the soul,
Seek out The Master whose gentle touch
Will bless you and make you whole.
Like an old violin, weathered and worn
A life may not be so grand,
But may be uplifted, transformed, and renewed
By the touch of The Master's Hand.
~ Ken Brown ~
-Momo
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
My Times Are In Thy Hand (My God, I Wish Them There)
Written by William F. Lloyd
My times are in Thy hand;
My God, I wish them there;
My life, my friends, my soul I leave
Entirely to Thy care.
My times are in Thy hand;
Whatever they may be;
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
My times are in Thy hand;
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, the crucified!
Those hands my cruel sins had pierced
Are now my guard and guide.
My times are in Thy hand,
I’ll always trust in Thee;
And, after death, at Thy right hand
I shall forever be.
Risa
My times are in Thy hand;
My God, I wish them there;
My life, my friends, my soul I leave
Entirely to Thy care.
My times are in Thy hand;
Whatever they may be;
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
My times are in Thy hand;
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, the crucified!
Those hands my cruel sins had pierced
Are now my guard and guide.
My times are in Thy hand,
I’ll always trust in Thee;
And, after death, at Thy right hand
I shall forever be.
Risa
Monday, November 15, 2010
Faces
Jack's debonair face ;]. As you can see, yes, he is bald.
Goldilocks' "feed the orphans" face
And SquiRe's "alien" face (which means Indian, which means Native American.) He calls them aliens, we don't know why.
And those are the faces of the day. Tune in next week to see our newest special, "Feet" =P.
SAM (again)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
What Faith Can Do
I am changing the song on here just because I like this song better and decided I'd just edit this post instead of doing a new one. ;-]
SAM
SAM
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