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My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
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Part of the Past
Mommy: "Mrs. (Teacher) said that you had something to tell me about."
Mommy: "Something about having trouble sharing?"
Mommy, giving up: "She said you weren't wanting to share with Katie."
Child, bursting into speech: "Now that is NOT true! I wasn't sharing with ANYBODY!"
Harriet: "Aaaaaand noooow pre-venting the very first angel!"
Norah, dryly: "Don't prevent the angel, Harriet, she won't come!"
Harriet: "Mommy, want me to teach you the song of "Away in the Manger" that I know?"
Harriet: "Away in a manger, no bed for a crib, the little Lord Jesus no crying he makes. I love you, Lord Jesus....the rest later, okay?"
What’s the Header Right Now?The view from halfway up the mountain at the end of our street.