Mick & I chaperoned the youth New Year's Eve dance to celebrate the changing of the years! We were in charge of the dart throwing game & had fun with hundreds of awesome teenagers coming in & out all night trying to earn candy or gift cards to Taco Bell by popping one or more of the balloons with a colored paper inside. Abby rode over with us & was the hugest trooper trying to get to know so many new faces. Cade held down the fort with the littles at home & they were all fast asleep well before midnight.
I cannot believe another year is over. The sun has set on 2015.
(Thanks for the photo credit earlier today, Abby, it is perfect!)
One of my all time favorite poems (I'm not sure who the real author is...) sums up the wonderful life I'm living in spite of the many necessary hard times!
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not 'til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.







