And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen His glory, the glory as of a father's only son, full of grace and truth.I know that faith is a process, but I often feel behind the class. Although, as Sweet P weeped while he read me those words I was overcome with thankfulness and awe -- maybe those are the touchstones of my faith journey.
I only knit for my mom and dad this year. Much easier than for the whole growing family and I was pleased with the results.
Socks for dad.
Neck wrap for mom.