Good Morning.

I know that the internet can be used for evil.  It can also be used for good.  This morning as I read Psalms about God's love, I was reminded of that song "The Love of God."  I could remember the first 2 verses but not the last one.  So I decided to look it up.  Then instead of looking up the words I decided to listen to it.  You Tube has a lot of different people singing it.  I listened to George Beverly Shea.  Such a blessing!  He lived to be 104!  Then I saw a picture of Ethel Waters on the side, so I listened to her singing His Eye is on the Sparrow back in 1975.  Anotherblessing!   I still don't know the words to the 3rd verse.  I'm going to look them up now.  Maybe I'll be able to post them?  I'll try.                                                                                            P.S.  Not sure how to post the words here, but did discover I know the first and last verses, but didn't quite remember the 2nd verse.

When I was little we went to the Rose Parade many times.  When I was real little, I'm told we went to my uncle's appliance store which was on Colorado Blvd. and watched it from the store windows.  Later when I was a bit older, my dad took us kids in the back of his pick-up truck.  We lived in Long Beach, and this was before freeways.  He knew all the back roads, and he usually drove too fast.  He'd wait until the parade started, and then he would drive to the far end of the parade route, back up down a side street and park in the middle of the road.   We would stand up in the back of the truck so we could see over the heads of the crowd.  We always left right after the last float so Dad could avoid the traffic leaving and going to the Rose Bowl Game.  We never went to the game.  As I think about it, I'm amazed that my mother allowed this.  She knew what a crazy driver Daddy was.  She even let us ride in the truck bed when he took us up to Sequoia.  If you have ever been on the road to Sequoia you would be amazed too.  I would be terrified to do that now.  I would even be scared to do it in a car.  And I don't think I could ever drive it myself.  I wonder if they've improved that road since then?  It didn't even have guard-rails or anything in those days.  Well, we survived, obviously.