Watching You Sleep

Hello People. How are you today? I hope that you are well. Before I really get going, I want to tell you that I feel my Bible study club should not be called The Milk Lover's Club. 😔 I wrestled with this for...the whole weekend. In the end, I think God would prefer me to call it From Milk to Meat. I am thinking this because whenever I was thinking about this club these two verses would come into my head. ( I din't actually remember the whole verse, just the milk to meat bit.)

Hebrews 5:13-14King James Version (KJV)

13 For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe.

14 But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.

and for you normal people who don't enjoy Elizabethan English:


Hebrews 5:13-14New International Version (NIV)

13 Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. 14 But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.

I do not like the NIV. If you do not get these verses, they are saying that if you are new to the Bible you only understand a little, like an infant can only digest milk. We (Christians) need to learn and grow in the Word so we can move on to the metaphorical meat and then teach the babes...Does that make sense? I hope so. (Friends correct me if I am leading anyone incorrectly.)
So you might be wondering how the hiking trip went and if I successfully wrote a poem atop the mountain. We never went to the top of the mountain. The park was closed. We drove an extra two hours to go to a different park with no mountain. It still had a river though (not the Frio unfortunately) and we went in the river as previously planned. I did however, get a poem. While riding in the car, my buddy Gage was sitting right in front of me and he fell asleep. I was watching him with mild interest and concern because of the angle at which his head was sitting. Then his head lolled to the other side and I watched his hair and wondered at how the sun reflected on it. (I was thoroughly entertained by this for a good like fifteen minutes.) All this time I was nonchalant rhyming in my head. Out came a magnificent poem. (Fortunately I had brought my notebook)
You ready? Okay, here we go.

I feel like I'm creeping

Just watching you sleeping

Observing the way

The sun hits your soft waves

Of silky curls.

The cowlick in the back:

The way that it swirls.

The awkward angle at which you rest

Your head might just fall off your neck!

Be careful now, we wouldn't want that.

Where would we be without our Gage?

I don't know but

I'd rather not live to see that day.

His mother thought is was a romance poem. It is not. I just want to make that clear. But let's be honest here, without Gage, our games would be a LOT less exciting. 

The river was fun. There was a snake in the water. Needless to say, we did not get out. If anything we swam toward it. We basically hiked downstream. It was...very painful. I had no shoes on and there were rocks. My feet are very bruised up. I fell many times because of those rocks. Hahaha. Just my advice, wear shoes in the river. If you don't have river shoes, walk in the seaweedy stuff. It is a lot softer on bare feet. (a bit scratchy though. I think it cut my hands and feet just a bit.) Oh, I also wrote half a poem. I dare you to finish it. (Actually, I really want you to finish it. That is today's competitive challenge.) I will judge on... Thursday...Does that sound good? Awesome. Here is your starter:

We clambered up this tall, tall hill

With toil and sweat

And now we smell

Wretchedly bad

But it's all good

Good luck, People!  I have to go now because my family is starting to wake up. Have a great day.