Sunday, November 23, 2008

i love this picture

Like children who have lost their way, Alone and comfortless we wander. Stumbling through woods that grow deep and ever darker, With no direction, we cry for help and hear our pleas echo through the canyons. Is there anyone who can hear us? Then, like a rushing wind, a voice whispers to our heart. And through tear-filled eyes, we see an outstretched hand, there to lead us home. Though swirling streams may block our way and slippery stones betray our feet, He leads us on. He knows the way, His feet are sure, And in Him we find safe passage.

Friday, November 14, 2008


this is the desk


this what i would like my room to be it is so cute

i love this song =]

Monday, November 3, 2008


this si my mom pumpkin don`t you love it


this is my pumpkin is a bat if you can`t tell