Unless the LORD builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat-
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
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.
2 comments:
Amen!!
We sure do have our quiver full here! :)
Notice that it says "born in one's youth". I couldn't keep up with my quiver if I was much older! My young warrior has a collection of arrows, (and swords, and other toy weapons) which he is anxious to try against any enemy. The testosterone is gaining momentum...
And you- you have 3 young warriors just pluck full of testosterone!
Love!!!
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