Mother's Day

Mother's day in Brazil is given a great deal of emphasis. Too much, really. There is an air of "adoration" very much like the worship of the patron saint of the city. It was not impossible, but we decided that it was not a wise use of our time, to wait in line at our choice of restaurant last week. We had a quieter and quicker dinner at the same place today, to celebrate! The buffet was very tasty. Thanks, Robert/Dad! Thanks, too, for the beautiful gift that hangs on our wall now.

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.

2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to those he loves.

3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.

4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.

5 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.