Someone to Make the Holidays Even Brighter!





Lili's first Christmas:  a gift for us all!

A Proper Perspective Heading into the New Year

I recently received my notification from the eye doctor telling me that it's time for my examination.  That's good because I've noticed that I've been experiencing a few difficulties seeing things lately.  It isn't so much that my sight has changed, but there are scratches on my lens that are distorting my vision.  My perspective needs help.

I often need my perspective adjusted.  Many times, the things I'm seeing - or think I'm seeing - are not quite in focus with what really is.  With a few adjustments, things look better.

For instance, have you ever awakened in a bad mood for no apparent reason but when you sit quietly and think about it you realize that you had a bad dream about something totally outside of the basis of reality?  Okay, maybe I'm the only one who has ever had that experience.  Happily for me and those who live with me, once I figured out the cause of my moodiness I was able to put things in the proper perspective and get my day moving in a more positive direction.  This had the effect of making everyone's day a bit brighter.  "When momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy," as the old quip goes.

I've been doing much thinking lately about perspective.  As a consequence, I'll be doing much writing about perspective.  There!  You've been forewarned!

I've reached the time of life where there are decisions to be made due to life's changes and I've got to get out the spiritual and emotional lens cleaners and wipe some of the grime off so that I can see better when handling these changes.  I've also got to ask the Doctor (the Great Physician, in case you needed a clue) to help me remove a few beams so that I use the kind of sight that only faith brings (oh, that kind of perspective) and is necessary for making proper decisions.

So . . . my vocabulary word for 2011 is "perspective."  Stick around.  Maybe something will be said that will help your eyesight, too.

Do You Speak the Same Language? (Case D)

Do you speak the same language as your ancestors? Before you answer too quickly let me clarify my question. I'm not talking about a foreign language. I'm specifically referring to local dialects. Knowing how your ancestors pronounced certain words, including names, can provide important clues for locating documents.

Those of us who have ancestry that runs through the south, particularly the Appalachian Mountain region, might encounter some difficulties due to spelling. Part of the problem in the early records was illiteracy but spelling errors continued to occur long after literacy was restored to the area.

I could give numerous examples of what I mean by this but I'll use Terrill Thompson to make my point. In Case C I discussed the difficulty in finding a death certificate for Matilda Tewksbury based upon information gleaned from her tombstone. In that case, Matilda had remarried (actually, she had remarried twice) but nothing on her grave indicated her forays into the holy estate of matrimony beyond that of her marriage to Thomas Tewksbury. It took a chance encounter with her name next to her daughter's on a census record to eventually locate her death certificate under a different name than the one found on her grave.

This case is somewhat similar. The spelling of Terrill Thompson's name and the information concerning his death was obtained from his headstone. It was assumed that his death certificate would be easily obtained. That was not to be!

 

When the search began, no death certificate could be found in either the indices or in a search of the state archives. After lengthy attempts of spelling phonetically according to local speech patterns, the following document was finally located:

The name rendered "Terrill" on the headstone was given as "Turl" on the death certificate. This is not an isolated incident and colloquial pronunciation should always be considered when documents cannot be found using proper spelling. The letter "r" is particularly a troublesome one in some regional pronunciations. Vowels are also confused or used interchangeably. Alex is pronounced "Elick" and might be spelled that way. Dabney morphs into "Dabner" on his paperwork. Juanita may be spelled "Woneety" or "Neater." Josiah becomes "Sire."

This article is in no way intended to be mocking or insulting. These examples are from my own personal research.

As for Terrill's wife, Mandy? I've yet to locate her death certificate and suspect that an irregular spelling might be the cause. If anyone can offer assistance, I would be grateful.

Take Ten in '10, Week 52 Reading Schedule

Bible Reading Schedule for December 27-31, 2010

Monday, December 27th
Job 32, 33
Psalms 141, 142

Tuesday, December 28th
Job 34-36
Psalms 143, 144

Wednesday, December 29th
Job 37, 38
Psalms 145, 146

Thursday, December 30th
Job 39, 40
Psalms 147, 148

Friday, December 31st
Job 41, 42
Psalms 149, 150

Thanks for reading with me this year! I hope you've seen how important it is to read God's Word each day and that you'll continue to do so thoughout the coming year. The new schedule has been posted and begins on Saturday, January 1st. A tri-fold copy will be sent via email as a Word file or as a paper document via snail-mail.

Happy New Year!

Pepper's Opinion of the Season

What is a hyper dog supposed to do when she's not permitted to

• chew the ornaments?
• or eat the seasonal goodies?
• or jump on the UPS delivery guy or the mailman who bring packages to the door?
• or tear the wrapping off the gifts under the tree (which aren't for her anyway)?

Go pout on the couch and change Noel to just plain ol' . . .

Take Ten in '10, Week 51 Reading Schedule

Bible Reading Schedule for December 20-26, 2010

Monday, December 20th
Job 18, 19
Psalms 126-128

Tuesday, December 21st
Job 20, 21
Psalms 129-131

Wednesday, December 22nd
Job 22, 23
Psalms 132-134

Thursday, December 23rd
Job 24-26
Psalms 135, 136

Friday, December 24th
Job 27-29
Psalms 137, 138

Saturday, December 25th
Job 30, 31
Psalms 139, 140

Sunday, December 26th
No reading. Complete any that were missed.

Finishing the Tour

I loved visiting Las Vegas.  I even got to drive Dan's Cadillac, but maybe we shouldn't tell him that.  While I was driving it, though, that old mother-in-law joke about the definition of "mixed emotions" came to mind.  I  quickly forgot about it as I followed Lisa to the place where she was dropping off her car to be serviced.

Lisa had celebrated her birthday the week before when Dan's family was in town for Thanksgiving. Still, even though Lisa said we didn't need to do anything because she'd already celebrated, I wanted to help make her birthday memorable if I could. I told her to invite some of her friends for dinner and that I would take us all out to eat. She invited two friends and we went downtown to P.F. Chang's for our meal. The evening was enjoyable, for me anyway, and think Lisa and her friends thought so, too. Here the four of us were, three preachers' kids and one preacher's wife, laughing and giggling over dinner and dessert. We sent all of the leftovers home with one of the girls whose husband was kind enough to provide babysitting for the evening. We wanted to reward him adequately so that he'll allow his wife more evenings out with Lisa while Dan is gone.


After dinner, we wandered down to The Strip (yes, I actually did make it there, as I'm sure the lady seated next to me on the plane would be happy to hear) and we watched the fountains/light show outside the Belagio:

We also went inside to see the elaborate Christmas decoration. I took several pictures but if you've been to the Opryland Hotel or some other well-decorated establishment you've some idea of the grandeur. Lisa's friend took our picture in front of some of the shimmering lights.

Walking back to where the car was parked in a mall lot, we passed a stand that was selling oysters with pearls. Lisa's friend bought one for Lisa in honor of her birthday and we got to watch as she chose and opened it. When opened it revealed a beautiful blue-silver pearl! She plans to have it mounted on a piece of jewelry someday.

A couple of days after Lisa's birthday, it was time for me to head back home to Ohio. I got up early enough to take pictures of the sun rising on a beautiful day in the desert. I got my farewell kisses and hugs from the dogs and prepared for my departure.

Lisa dropped me off at the airport on her lunch hour and I caught my flights home. Going through security, I was randomly picked for further screenings. I wasn't surprised. I'm almost always one of the ones "randomly" picked for further screenings and said as much to the TSA agent as he pulled me out of line. I immediately realized I shouldn't be so quick to unleash my sarcasm on someone who has the power to keep me from flying, but it came out before I had the chance to bite my tongue. I don't think I was screened in such a way as to reveal much about my person, but I had to point out my belongings that had just emerged from the scanning machines so that they could look through my things for dirty little secrets. Well, I did have a few pieces of dirty laundry and my gym shoes were filthy from the desert sand, but otherwise my belongings were relatively humdrum. I was soon released to my plane.



Business or Pleasure?

On the last leg of my trip to Vegas I sat next to a couple who were on a weekend vacation away from their teenaged children that were having their own vacation with grandma. On the way back I sat between 2 men who had attended a convention in town. The discussions initiated by my seatmates were interesting to me, however I fear that my answers to their questions tended to bore them.

The lady on the going-to-Vegas trip was somewhat stunned that I wouldn't be staying on The Strip. No, I would be staying with my daughter. She wondered why I didn't stay on The Strip and go visit my daughter each day. I tried to explain that Lulu's birthday occurred a few days after her husband's scheduled departure for the other side of the world and she didn't want to be alone: I was coming for her. For me, the opportunity of providing my daughter some small pleasure was the business at hand. This was also pleasure for me, but not the kind that the lady understood. How could she? Her kids were still living with her and she was traveling to get away from them. I, on the other hand, was going to see my child who just happened to live in Las Vegas. The sights and sounds of the destination held no particular enchantment while the daughter and son-in-law who live there did. Well, would I at least be taking in some of the shows? I explained that would depend upon what my daughter wanted to do. I was sure we'd have lots of fun, but how do you explain to someone that not all travelers to Vegas are there for the casinos and shows?

On the way home, the man to my left was sorry to leave. He said his company's convention meant business during the day and pleasure all night. I didn't ask him to elaborate because I could tell by his wistful backward glances toward Sodom Vegas that he was not happy to be on the plane home. My other seat companion was retired military and was more sympathetic to my own plight. He was returning to his wife and family after a camping trip.

So what did we do on this trip? We did a bit of sight-seeing:


Lisa ("Lulu") at Hoover Dam



The new bridge in the background that connects Nevada and Arizona, bypassing the road over the dam itself.

And we went hiking at Red Rock Canyon. The calico hills were gorgeous and the temperature was a bit warmer than it was at Hoover Dam which was surprisingly c-o-l-d.

 



Lisa taking a break in a rock cavern



At one point on the hike I realized that even if I wasn't a casino-goer I was a bit of a gambler as we had descended down rock walls which would then require scaling rocks on the return trip to the surface. Just what did I think I was doing risking my neck like that? After we'd made it back to the trail heading to the car my body decided I needed a quick sit down session. Have you ever surpassed your target heart rate to the point that you're gasping for breath and feel that you're on the verge of either passing out or vomiting? I was there. And neither of those options sounded particularly appealing so I took an emergency breather untiil I could breathe normally again. Lisa kindly mentioned that the elevation is higher than what I'm used to and that the thinner air was making me light-headed. I don't know if that's true or not (I haven't checked the almanac) but it was kind of her to say so. Actually, I think the fact is that I'm 51 years old and have no business acting like I'm the same age as one of my own children! After that day of exertion we both slept late the next morning so I think we got quite the work out.

 

We drove most of the rest of the 12 mile trail, stopping occasionally to take pictures and enjoy the beauty of God's creation.

 



The beautiful colors of the calico hills



The desert is a beautiful place

 

What Happens In Vegas . . .

Uh, no. Don't even finish with that awful adage. For me, what happens in Vegas gets blabbed on this blog. I've got nothing to hide, as TSA security was so quick to point out.

I flew to Vegas 2 weeks ago just so my son-in-law would be happy about being sent to Other Places. After all, who wants to be in a house where his mother-in-law is staying for a week?

I'm joking. We don't have that kind of relationship. If I did, I surely wouldn't make light of it.  Besides, he grills excellent steaks and I like to eat excellent grilled steaks so I need to stay in his good graces.

Really, I flew to Vegas to be with Lulu. When we bought my airline ticket we feared that he would already be gone but I'm thankful he was not. Not only did I get to say good-by in person, but I got to hear the most unexpected words out of any son-in-law's mouth when describing his mother-in-law, "You're a genius!!!!" I  can't tell you how long I've waited to hear those words and only wish I'd had a tape recorder with me.  Hopefully, Lulu heard him because I'd hate for it to be my word against his.  The dogs heard him, but they don't talk much.  :)

The day after my arrival, Dan had to catch an early flight so I got up at 5:00 a.m. to take the above picture. I tried to get one without George in it, but he wouldn't cooperate. I think the dog knew Dan was leaving. That, or he really likes having his picture taken.

Don't be too impressed by my early-rising feat. Remember, I had just arrived the day before so my body hadn't adjusted to the time change. My internal clock still said 8:00 a.m.  It got adjusted right about the time that I came back home a week later.

I'll say more about my week in Vegas. For now, I beg your prayers for our warrior in Other Places and for his wife who is keeping the homefires burning in his absence.  May the Lord keep them both safe and close to His heart.

This Is For the Birds!

We have some fine feathered friends living here in our neighborhood. Besides the beautiful wrens and cardinals we have a wide variety of woodpeckers that drop by each day for their meals. They range in size from the little downy woodpeckers to the large northern flickers. We used to have a pileated woodpecker as a regular visitor but we haven't seen him in a couple of years. Having him staring in the kitchen window was enough to give anyone a start!

My woodpecker friends are a lot like toddlers. They are early risers who let you know when they are ready for their breakfast. When we had toddlers in our household they would knock insistently on the bedroom door around daybreak until a sleepy parent got out of bed and fixed the food. Now we have birds knocking on the wood siding right outside our bedroom window about the time that the sun begins peaking over the horizon. Groan!

Consequently, I try to keep suet cakes in stock and to make sure that the window feeder is full before I go to bed at night. With the recent cold-and-snowy weather that we've been experiencing my bird-brained neighbors have been going through the suet cakes at an alarming rate! Thankfully, I've developed a recipe for using some of the odds-and-ends on hand to keep the feeder filled and the early morning window-knocking to a minimum.

Do you compost? I do. It's a good way of returning plant-based materials back to the soil in flower and vegetable gardens. But one of the cooking by-products that shouldn't be composted is animal fats. I recycle those by making my own suet cakes. Here is my recipe:

• 1 cup fat (bacon grease, lard, beef drippings)
• 2 1/2 cup of grain (I bake bread so I always have whole grain wheat, winter wheat, rye, or cornmeal on hand)
• 1/4 cup peanut butter (smooth or crunchy)
• 1/2 cup bird seed, millet, or sunflower seeds(The stuff that goes in the regular bird feeders)

Melt the fat and peanut butter in a saucepan. Add the grain and cook until bubbly. Remove from heat and add the seeds. If you have a suet basket and have previously bought commercially prepared cakes be sure to save 2 or 3 of the plastic cases to use as molds. Otherwise, cool until the mix is hard enough to handle and roll into balls. Wrap in plastic wrap and freeze until ready to use.

If you have leftover pieces of nuts, peanuts, blueberries, raisins, or cherries they can be added at the same time as the seed. I had a piece of left-over blueberry pie that I broke up and added to my last batch. I've had fun watching the birds digging through the fat to reach those pieces of berries.

Just remember to keep that feeder full once you take the birds on to raise. Like toddlers, they don't seem to understand the words, "No! It's too early! Go back to bed!"

Is This Book Acceptable Proof for a Lineage Society? (Cases E & F)

One of the hardest things I've ever had to do as a Daughters of the American Revolution chapter registrar or lineage research liaison is to tell someone that the biographical information they found in a book is not sufficient proof for membership. How can that be? It says so right here in this publication!

Yes, I know. And this can be frustrating.

It does not matter if the generation in question is a patriot or someone further up the family tree. Just because a book "says so" doesn't prove lineage or service. This troubling scenario can happen to anyone, including me. As stated above, I am already a member of the DAR so I will use a couple of people in my own tree as examples of what does not meet the burden of proof.

The Historic Sites Committee of the Cincinnati Chapter Daughters of the American Revolution has been working for literally years to compile a book about Revolutionary War soldiers who are buried in their county. Their project recently came to fruition and is called, reasonably enough, Revolutionary War Soldiers Buried in Hamilton County, Ohio. Published by Little Miami Publishing of Milford, Ohio and available from either the chapter itself or the publisher, this volume contains 192 pages of biographical material, tombstone photos, and source references. With index, this paperback book is 224 pages in length. It is reasonably priced at $16.95. I recently obtained a copy for my home library.

I was not one of the women who compiled this book but I am acquainted with many who did. And I commend them for a job well done. Other chapters around have compiled similar volumes, too. Often I receive email from hopefuls who have found information concerning one of their ancestors in a similar book. It breaks my heart to break the news to them that even though a DAR chapter compiled the book, inclusion in it is not enough for membership in the society. It just doesn't seem fair somehow. And yet, as someone who has two patriots included in this new Hamilton County book who do not meet the criteria necessary for membership I must state that I understand why the rules are what they are.

One of my ancestors, whom I'll call Case E, has a gravestone stating that he served in the Revolutionary War. Although the stone appears to date back to the time of his death in the early 1800s, it is not enough to prove military service. Such claims must be supported by a muster roll, pension file, or receipt. We have been unable to find anything that backs up the words on this headstone and therefore, I cannot use this man as a patriot ancestor for membership.

Why isn't the claim on an old headstone enough? For one thing, there is no way of knowing for certain exactly when a headstone was erected on a grave. Although this stone appears to be ancient, it might have been erected several years after the man died. And at the time of his death, he was in territory that was geographically far from the area of his nativity. Correspondence with people who knew him in his prior life was probably rare or nonexistent. Moving to the then-frontier often meant taking on new identities at worst or embellishing one's accomplishments (lying) at best. I'm not suggesting that my ancestor did that. I am suggesting that there is no way for us to know for certain without an actual name on a muster roll or similar document.

Gravestones often hold untruths. A few years ago one of our excursions into a family cemetery revealed an ancestor's stone that claimed the man was born in England and even gave a date of migration. The only problem is that with the modern availability of records it is now known that he was born and raised in North Carolina. Either he or his descendants decided to tell tall-tales.

Unsubstantiated claims on tombstones are not the only reason why the information gleaned from books is not enough proof for lineage societies. Another of my ancestors, Case F, is also listed in this book. The biographical sketch itself mentions that his service is merely family tradition. Indeed, our family folklore states that Case F served as a child musician. Again, there is nothing found to support the claim that he served in any capacity although his father is a proven patriot. It would be reasonable to assume that the child's name would be found in the muster roll of his father's regiment or another of the local militia. Given the fact that this man lived to be an advanced age and even served in positions of state and local government in Ohio, it would also seem reasonable that he would be aware of his rights to land and a pension for services rendered. Yet he never filed. Did he serve as a child musician? Perhaps, but family folklore and tradition are never enough to constitute proof of service.

Using the information found in this book and in its listed resources, I attempted to obtain the necessary proofs for my two supposed-patriots. Nothing was found in the National Archives or the archives of their respective birth states to document these claims. Information in their biographies was useful for further documenting their family trees.

In conclusion, books published by lineage societies and their affiliates are wonderful sources of information that provide excellent clues for further research. They are worthy additions to the genealogist's library as long as one is aware of their limitations. They should be used as roadmaps to aid in the discovery of proof but not as proof themselves.

(If you would like to purchase a copy of the book mentioned in this article, please contact me privately at Karabeth6@gmail.com and I will put you in contact with a chapter representative.)

Bible Reading 2011 Update

Not only is the schedule posted on a page here on this blog but it has also been compiled into a Word document that is available upon request.  Please send an email to me at Karabeth6@gmail.com and request a copy of the file.  You must include your email address for proper delivery.

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Coming Soon: "Take Ten" Bible Reading Plan 2011

Take Ten in '10 is almost over! It has been a blessed year for me as I've spent time with the Lord in His Word, and knowing that some of you have been reading along with me has encouraged me greatly. I hope that everyone has made plans to read the Bible through again in 2011.

So, what reading schedule will I be following next year? Well, I've been working on that very concept. There are so many good plans out there, but once again, I have developed my own. I've kept some of the features that I like so much:

• No scheduled Sunday reading so that I can use the day as a "catch up" time if necessary.
• The New Testament combined with Psalms and Proverbs; ending the year and the busy holiday season in Psalms.

But I've also changed things a bit. Reading the Bible through in a year takes about 10 minutes a day no matter what plan one follows so changing the name to "Take Eleven in '11" isn't helpful. I've decided to mix things up in other reasonable ways:

• The Old Testament books will be read in a "somewhat" chronological order. This means that Genesis and II Kings will have interruptions in them so that Job and the prophetic books can be inserted. I & II Chronicles will appear in the schedule toward the end of the year as these books were written after the Jews returned from exile.
• Instead of a separate post each Saturday announcing that week's reading schedule the whole year's schedule will appear at once on a separate page. The tab for this will be at the top of the blog (under the blog name) and remain all year. This will be available soon.

Now is the time to find the Bible reading plan that fits your lifestyle. Feel free to read along with me as we cover the Old Testament chronologically. Whether or not you use my plan, I pray that you'll make the commitment today to "Take Ten" minutes each day to read your Bible through in 2011!

Take Ten in '10, Week 50 Reading Schedule

Bible Reading Schedule for December 13-19, 2010

Monday, December 13th
Job 4, 5
Psalm 119:113-128

Tuesday, December 14th
Job 6-8
Psalm 119:129-144

Wednesday, December 15th
Job 9, 10
Psalm 119:145-160

Thursday, December 16th
Job 11-13
Psalm 119:161-176

Friday, December 17th
Job 14, 15
Psalm 120-122

Saturday, December 18th
Job 16, 17
Psalm 123-125

Sunday, December 19th
No reading. Complete any that were missed.

Things I've Learned from This Year's Travels

It has been a great year of seeing the USA. I don't think I traveled much in 2009 but 2010 was not lacking in suitcase packing! Here are some things I learned from my many travels.

• Jack Frost also takes his winter vacation in Florida.(Click here for that post.)
• Someone figured out that there was money to be made at the Texas Book Depository in Dallas. When Pastor Dad and I visited in 1979 a janitor let us inside to see "the window." Thirty-one years later it cost about $13 per person for the same privilege. (Click here for that post.)
• Elvis is dead. And there really is a Jungle Room. I held out hope that neither was true. (Click here for that post.)
• The Civil War -er- War of Northern Aggression is not over in some places. (No separate post for this fact. You'll just need to take my word for it.)
• Apparently every regiment from the state of Ohio that fought at Vickburg raised their own battlefield monument as opposed to erecting one to represent the whole state. (There was a brief post, but no pictures of the many monuments.)
• When someone in Texas tells you they're packing, they don't mean their suitcase! (I learned this on our second visit of the year to this state.)
• Evidently elected officials don't constitute the whole of the vermin problem in our nation's Capitol. (Click here for that post.)
• When Cincinnati Reds fans meet St. Louis Cardinal fans in a water taxi in Baltimore they will talk about how the Orioles are doing but will not discuss the pennant race that their own teams are experiencing if there is a storm perchance the boat capsizes and they need to be friendly enough to pull each other out of the waves. (No pictures or post, but it was scary. And I mean the water taxi in the storm, not the pennant race which we - the Cincinnati Reds and fans - ultimately won.)
• They don't turn the lights off and roll up the sidewalks at 8 p.m. in all small Kentucky towns, but in some the visitors can be identified as the ones who are still awake after that time. (Much to The Bear's chagrin and boredom.)
• Well, Pilgrim, this year Indian Summer showed up in Detroit during Thanksgiving week. (When we arrived there on Monday evening of that week the temperatures were well in the 70s. It was a most unseasonably warm day! And much enjoyed, too.)
• New TSA regulations mean that any passenger's anatomy can be viewed as scantily clad as a Las Vegas showgirl's except the passenger buys the ticket for the show instead of the viewer doing so. Doesn't seem fair somehow. (More on my trip to visit my daughter later. I'm still unpacking. And going to basketball games. And doing laundry. And generally resuming my normal life.)

I suspect my travels for 2010 are done. It has been so much fun to ride planes, trains, and automobiles as I've crisscrossed this wonderful nation of ours from east to west and north to south. I look forward to seeing where the Lord and Pastor Dad take me in 2011,  Hint! Hint!

I Love Lulu

Today is our second daughter's birthday and I'm in Vegas this week to keep her company for a few days and to help her adjust to a new temporary way of life. I also got to hug my son-in-law as our beloved military man left to do his job in Other Places.

I know having a forced separation from Dan isn't her idea of a happy birthday, but he surprised her with a little party before he left. So I'm just here as the token smile-maker today.

I'll post pictures and say more when I return to my home in the snowy Midwest later this week. Right now the only Internet access is on my iPod and my typing skills are bad enough on a regular keyboard. Typing like this is even more of an adventure!

Happy birthday, Li'l Lulu! I can't tell you enough that I'm proud of the fine, caring, beautiful woman you've become.

Take Ten in '10, Week 49 Reading Schedule

Bible Reading Schedule for December 6-12, 2010

Monday, December 6th
Nehemiah 11-13
Psalm 119:17-32

Tuesday, Decemeber 7th
Esther 1, 2
Psalm 119:33-48

Wednesday, December 8th
Esther 3-5
Psalm 119:49-64

Thursday, December 9th
Esther 6-8
Psalm 119:65-80

Friday, December 10th
Esther 9, 10
Psalm 119:81-96

Saturday, December 11th
Job 1-3
Psalm 119:97-112

Sunday, December 12th
No reading. Complete any that were missed.