This is one of the scriptures Rachel likes:
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly. Matthew 6:1-4Rachel wrote this poem about a year ago.
My family – by Rachel Willis
My family tests me every day
With all the things they do and say
Like tease a little here and there
They test my patience everywhere
When they hit me on the cheek
Do I begin to fight and shriek?
Or if they want to play a game
Do I say no and say with shame
You’re way too little to play this game?
So I can go the extra mile?
Do I overcome all my tests?
So I can act my very best?
So when I look into His eyes
I think about the little guys.
Happy Birthday, Rachel! We love you.