Then the man said, "This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man." (Gen. 2:23)
A Chore for Everyday
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Det er aldri for tidlig å lese bibelen til bittelille gutten min. Han sier, les for meg, mamma!. For tenk, da lyden av din hilsen nådde mitt øre, hoppet fosteret i mitt liv av fryd (Lukas. 1:44).
Who does not hope, to know and understand her strangest passion. Where she grips at all labours, and always the heaviest plight. When at once she grasps, all pleasures and the daintiest delight. Who has the sense, to belong and grow in her fittest portion.
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