Our Mighty Warrior

Well, after all his name does mean Mighty Warrior.

Yes, he snuck out of the house with out any pants and really, it's not very warm.

But at least he didn't forget the essentials: some shoes (those would be Hunter's), a ninja sword, and the Darth Vader mask.

665. our Mighty Warrior: what a gift he is!

666. fear not for He who is in you is greater than He who is in the world (my paraphrase)

667. a new year of school (4th grade is a lot harder than 3rd) ;0)

668. a friend's courage

669. warm smiles and kind words

670. watching the Body of Christ work together and feeling this cup runith over at the wondrous gift that it is

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