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Fear Not


A favorite verse of mine just now.  The lamb in the picture wasn't even an hour old when I took this picture while visiting friends as we tried to come up with a name for her, vetoing unsuitable names as our time till barn-cleaning needed to be done dwindled.  Snow-ish names came thick and fast, as the lamb was pure white, but none seemed quite right and 'Daisy' was already taken by my friend's adorable pet lamb.  Leviticus also did not seem to suit.  Finally one of us thought of 'Anastasia,' and we all three liked it - and the more we thought about it, the more we liked it.  It suited her.  After this was unanimously agreed upon, we decided to each tell Aunty J. separately, as a joke, as if we had each come up with the name on our own.  It was funny, but by the time it got to be my turn, the last to tell her, she had grown suspicious, and my poker face is not known for being impressively stoic, and then we were all laughing. :) So Anastasia it was. :)

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