Henry at 6 months When Henry was a baby, I decided to memorize my first scripture.  I asked my friend Jen, which one I should start with and she recommended Psalm 23.

Put It To Music

I realized quickly that putting it to music would help, so since I was rocking a baby to sleep for naps and at night, I decided to put it to “Rock-A-Bye-Baby” and I could kill 2 birds with one stone.  Always a good thing. I could memorize the chapter AND get the baby to sleep AND hey, maybe, this would be good seed to sow something good into my baby instead of the random words of that original song. So…..I thought this might be helpful to some of you.  If it’s not your cup of tea, at least it is a little entertainment.  Precious Angels.

Gosh, the other thing about this song that I just remembered is I sang it to my Daddy during the last day of his life.  And today is the 4 year anniversary of that day.

This picture of my Dad was taken in the mid 80’s. He was a good-looking guy for sure.

This picture of my Dad was taken in the mid 80's. He was a good-looking guy for sure.

He cut the turkey at the table every Thanksgiving and every Christmas.

He cut the turkey at the table every Thanksgiving and every Christmas.

Thanksgiving sometime in the last 6-7 years.  My mom on the far left, then my sis Louisa, her husband Chad, my brother’s girlfriend at the time, my brother Joe, my nephew Gibson, my Dad, Scott – my sister Evie’s husband.  I guess I was taking the picture and Evie was probably wrangling children.

Thanksgiving sometime in the last 6-7 years. My mom on the far left, then my sis Louisa, her husband Chad, my brother's girlfriend at the time, my brother Joe, my nephew Gibson, my Dad, Scott - my sister Evie's husband. I guess I was taking the picture and Evie was probably wrangling children.

Daddy and Henry about a year before Daddy died.

Daddy and Henry about a year before Daddy died.

A Psalm for babies just born and grown men on their deathbed.  I love you Daddy.

God Bless Your Babies And Your Daddies

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