yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.
What a humble king. Thank you, Jesus, for making a way.
On a side note, I met with my girls' group last night and I sat & bounced on an exercise ball for two hours while I held Lauren's baby, Will, in hopes of encouraging Henry to ease on down the road. Nothing happened with Henry but it put Will right to sleep- maybe exercise balls are a good investment for soothing & putting babies to sleep (and developing core strength)!
ONLY IN ERIE- would I ever sit in the sunshine on a 55 degree day and consider it warm. I sat in the backyard and read yesterday while Powers chased voles and Adam studied and I am sunburnt. My lily skin couldn't handle it but, you know, you really don't think about getting burnt when the temperature is below 60...
The worst part was that I had rolled up my shirt and so I burnt HENRY! Augh, I'm a terrible mother! Not really, I didn't burn HIM I just pink-ened my giant stomach in the sun. I didn't think about the fact that I smear cocoa butter on my stomach two times a day and that cocoa butter and sunshine is like Crisco and a hot skillet. Oh well.