The old Fige tree

The old Fige tree in the corner of the yard by the lake fell down in the early morning last Saturday. 

It was cut up with axes by some neighbor boys to be turned into charcoal. 

Then loaded into the truck for delivery. 

Unfortunately, one little guy got klonked on the head and needed stitches. Fortunately, it was on a day when our intern doctor who stays with us a couple nights a week was at the mission. 

Isaiah 40:6-8 KJV

[6] The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: [7] The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. [8] The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

Psalm 90:12 KJV

[12] So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.