Poem found on Internet

The living truth is what I long to see,
I cannot live on what used to be;

So close your bible and show me how,
The Christ you talk about is living now.

A DRAMATIC SURPRISE ON A QUIET SQUARE

Cute...LOL

Isabelle to School

SG took this week off in order to babysit the kids.

And the timing is just great => both fell sick =(

Fortunately, Isabelle recovered in time to go to school since middle of week, else SG & Karen will be totally exhausted from lack of sleep/rest.

Here's she doing her 'rain dance' before leaving for school...

Cheerleader Daddy

"It takes a man to be a dad...."

Article- The I Can't Funeral

Some time ago, a teacher in Decatur, Georgia, taught her fourth-grade students an invaluable lesson by conducting a funeral. She enthused her class because the funeral was to be conducted for an enemy--the "I can't" enemy. "Each child was encouraged to list their 'I Can'ts': 'I can't do math.' 'I can't make any friends.' 'I can't hit a home run in softball.' 'I can't give a book report in front of the class,'" and so on. When the teacher collected all the "I can't" lists, she put them in a box and took them with the class outside where they took turns in digging a grave. In her eulogy she said, "We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place and a headstone that contains his epitaph. He is survived by his brothers and sisters, 'I Can,' 'I Will,' and 'I'm Going to Right Away.' May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up their lives and move forward in his absence." Phillip B. Childs, "The I Can't Funeral," North Texas United Methodist Reporter, January 22, 1999. www.sermons.com.