Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him.
Death couldn't handle Him,
and the grave couldn't hold Him.
I wonder if you know Him.....THANK YOU JESUS for dying on the cross for me. We were at the beach this Easter, visiting Brian's parents for a long weekend.
We went to a WONDERFUL service at the church we always visit when we are in town.
Carlisle came running out of her
Sunday School class (the first time she'd ever gone to this one)
literally smiling and laughing and saying...
And we went out, just the three of us, on the boat.
Although Evelyn would have LOVED it, she got a great nap, and
as it turns out, it was the best decision we made that day.
Keep reading, you'll see why!
We had been on the boat for hours and hours when Carlisle says,
"Mommy, I need to go pottie."
"Ok Honey. You have to wrap your arms around my neck.
I'll hold onto to you. Hang your hiney over the side of the boat."
Then I wait.
I am listening. Waiting to hear the little splashy splashy...
Now I'm listening a little more intently. Still hadn't heard anything.
Eventually, I hear a big KER-PLUNK... KER-PLUNK!
And, I look down and spot 2 little poopie logs!!!
There they go, floating by the side of the boat!
"CARLISLE!!! You didn't tell me you had to poopie!!!"
Carlisle is like hum-de-hum. No big deal.
Big honor for the one chosen...
looking through the camera and had it pointed toward Cuba somewhere.
This is the only picture she took that got both of us!
That is different than Carlisle's first fish.
This was like a deep sea fishing excursion...
Minus the really deep sea.