The Lord is my caretaker, I shall not have to do it in my own strength.
He makes me lie down in restful places, He leads me beside quiet places, He restores my soul.
He guides me in the paths of truth for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of a wedding and work to-do list that’s endless, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your fatherly boundaries, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of people who don’t always undertand me.
You anoint my head with precious and costly things, my cup overflows.
Surely You will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Scott and I have been reading through the Bible in a year on the way to work each morning. (It’s a highlight of my day to carpool with my man!)
We’re in Genesis right now and have laughed pretty hard at some of the names.
I laugh even harder at the way Scott pronounces them, like his mother tongue is Arabic or something.
When reading Genesis 5, we came upon the name Mahalalel, Scott called out like a Middle-Eastern father, “Mahalalel! Mahalalel! Come for dinner!”
Today, we read about Jacob and Esau — and the lesson about how to take lying to a whole ‘nother level — in Genesis 27. We’re reading a Bible that puts everything chronologically, so it puts Genesis and Chronicles together, it took us to 1 Chronicles 1 where we found another great name:
No, I’m not kidding you.
“Mahalalel, Oholibamah, and Steve! Come down for dinner!” Scott says laughing.
I think we’ve landed on our kids’ names.