I found a short poem by John Piper about the grace of God:
Not grace to bar what is not bliss,Thank God for the grace he has shown to Jesse. God is so good!
Nor flight from all distress, but this:
The grace that orders our trouble and pain,
And then, in the darkness, is there to sustain.
Finally, I have pictures from last weekend. Here goes:

Jesse with cousin Melanie and her daughter Sydney

Jesse with cousins

Jesse with roommate Roy

Jesse with cousin Cameron
I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done (from Psalm 118, NIV).
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