so excited...

WANTED:

the deer who ate my pumpkins and brussel sprouts.

come thou fount of every blessing... PLEASE

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God's redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Orignial 4th Stanza:
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

growth

our pumpkins

our beans

our baby boy

dislike with a passion of a thousand blazing suns

friday is here and i am not sure how i got here...

i think i have been going on auto pilot most of the week because it is friday... and i am just not sure i know how i got here and it is september... WHAT! scary... but mostly just too busy. here is to a three day weekend without laboring! woohoo!