Isaiah 40:6,8 "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever."
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Samuel and I spent an afternoon at the Salt River taking in this view. We successfully drowned quite a few chicken livers and caught one very angry, good sized turtle. We brought him home and we were going to eat him, but Samuel gave him a last minute pardon for the offense of Grand Larceny Chicken Innards, and we released him in our creek.
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