This weekend we joyfully witnessed the baptism of our nephew, Luke. I love baptisms--they're a new beginning: an outward sign of Christ's cleansing of our lives. I especially love infant baptisms. It's just such a powerful sign that God chooses us to be his children before we're even capable of choosing Him.
I pray God's blessing upon Luke and his family, as they continue on in their adventure of life.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Here are four generations of men and boys on Hubby's side of the family: Uncle Robb, Joshua, Sawblock, Bubby, Great-Grandpa, Grandpa, Logo, Code-man, and Luke.
Grandpa looks blurry courtesy of Logo's fingerprint on the lens of the camera, not discovered until after we took all the pictures...ah, children.
Grandpa looks blurry courtesy of Logo's fingerprint on the lens of the camera, not discovered until after we took all the pictures...ah, children.
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