I have a wonderful memory of my sister Kendall reciting Isaiah 6.3 as a 3 year old--not really able to pronounce her L's or R's yet. Her favorite part was extending "whole" from whole earth:
"Howy, Howy Howy is the Laud of hosts, the whooooooooooooooooooooooooowe earf is filled with His glowy!"
She usually said this while dancing on our red cordoury Ottoman with me either correcting her or competing madly for the attention.
I share this precious thought today, because, after clearly seeing her baby for the first time with her husband Ricky, she is probably singing Isaiah 6.3 in her head--I know I am. I'll share more about the baby after I know Kendall has been able to talk w/ all the family members & relatives--but until then
Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of Hosts, the whole earth is filled with His glory.
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my b-day's the 31st, so yay for march babies. congrats to your sis, who i can only remember as a wee one from my childhood. gosh, if i ever get to see y'all together, grown up and stuff, it'll be a crazy thing. :)
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