I don't want people thinking I've become a holy roller, but lately I've been feeling a lot closer to God. I was given this poem when I found out about my oldest son, Aaron. My eyes were immediately transfixed to Verse 4, but the whole Psalm holds particular meaning. Read it and let me know what you think.
Christien Daddy loves and misses you. Our reunion is coming. Have faith, mi hijo. You and Aaron are my blessings and all that I do is for you.
" 1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to [a] those he loves.
3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate."
you gotr it right carlos, keep running to the lord.
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