Tuesday, March 31, 2009


I've been having a bad coupla days. It's just me. Nothing else. Just feeling tired, lumpy, irritated at myself.

So far today I have accomplished: (maybe it will help if I can see it.)

a trip to the bank.

paying hubby's credit card bill online.

making a cup of tea.

waking the kids up almost an hour earlier.

putting a load of laundry into the washer. ( I never said I started it though.)

placing a call about theater tickets.

almost ordering checks. I've been down to 2 for a year now and down to 3 for 2 years and before that it was '06 since I regularly used my checkbook. wow. (online bill paying is great)

updating my facebook "thought of the day."

answering the return call for theater tickets.

paying for theater tickets.

typing exactly one blogpost.

There ya go. I guess my day hasn't been a complete waste. The girls are actually watching Sesame Streetish (except it's not 'cause Sesame Street is already over). I think they are also eating (11 year old is pretty good at just getting herself something if she's hungry. Sometimes I forget to eat lunch.) When they are done we'll start the school day. Yippee.

Monday, March 30, 2009

What I'm doing now

-Drinking a cup of tea (chai to be exact, I love this brand)

-Listening to the hum of the dryer and the tink-tink of a computer game (this is the newest sound, and the most annoying one)

-Smelling the delicious scent of chicken stock I had on low overnight and just turned off a boil. I'll strain it and freeze it for some delicious soup recipe.

-Thinking about the day ahead of me. Realizing that our homeschool year is quickly winding down. Hoping I've done enough of everything.

-Beating myself up for not being more healthy. Trying to forgive myself because I'm not. Promising myself to remember to take it one day at a time.

-Relishing in a gleaming clean home. Loving that it stayed clean until this morning. Feeling guilty for being happy that Hubs isn't home today to mess it up.

-Thinking about driving out to the farm for some milk. I know it's better for us than the store kind, but don't always feel like making the drive.

I've been a bad girl.

Last night I caved. I broke my "diet" and ate some cookies. I did it consciously and on purpose. I was angry with myself for not losing any weight and decided to just go ahead and eat a cookie (or two) since it's not like it was going to derail me. I'm quite irritated about the whole weighing down thing. So much so that I felt like having a good cry about it over the weekend. I didn't. I don't know if I feel better this morning or not. If I don't start losing weight soon, I may resign myself to being fat forever.

That's is all. Go enjoy a few cookies on my behalf.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Feasting on Manna

I have been finding myself thinking and meditating on the book of Romans lately. Most specifically Romans 8. That whole chapter really ministers to me.

Today's bread:
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

-Romans 8:35,37-39

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I love fermented foods!


So far I've made kombucha, sauerkraut, pickles, and now....KIMCHI!

I gotta say, kimchi is my newest love. I have bought a few jars, but at $4 a pint, it's just too expensive to buy. (especially when we can eat a whole jar at one sitting)

I finally broke down and made some myself. It's currently sitting on my counter, patiently waiting to ferment.

It's good fresh.

It's good fizzy.

I can't wait to eat it!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My journey into weighing down

A few weeks ago my 5yo thought it would be "fun" to get the bathroom scale out and make everyone hop on. I complied, thinking I knew what the reading would say. When I got on I swear someone said ouch. Okay, it was me, but ouch, it was high. And I had no idea! How could it have crept up to that number without my knowledge???? I decided right then to do something about it.

I don't know what compelled me (oh wait, yes I do)but I decided to start adding more protein into my diet. Protein was always the condiment in my meal planning. I always made sure to include some but really it never took center stage. I had stumbled onto a yahoo article laying out the amount of protein I should be eating in a day. A whopping 52 grams (for me) per day was recomended. What a daunting task for this former vegetarian. I decided though, to give it a go.

I started simply. I cut out sugar, most of which was working it's way into my diet in the form of a nice fizzy soda a few days a week. Really, it was as if God was prepping me for this journey because a few days before I had happened to see a stevia/sugar mix in the Wally mart of all places and decided to pick it up. (pure stevia I have found just way too bitter) I already had a good solid base of nutrition. The problem was the amount I was eating...too little. I'm a breakfast skipper. A late lunch picker. A dinner only kinda gal. I realize I was telling my body it was starving and to store what I was taking in.

I'll not bore you with all the details. I'm 3 weeks in now and down around 10 pounds (that scale of mine needs replaced! ) I feel thinner, even if it's only a placebo feeling. I want to keep going though. Ideally I'd like to be my pre-baby #2 weight (which I will not share with you). I felt good then, I looked good then, and I moved well then. I'll keep you posted on my progress. I've made a first goal of losing only a percentage of my highest weight (an old but good trick). I think I'll do a happy dance when I get there.

I wish I lost weight as rapidly as I did when I was 10 years younger. All I had to do then was think about losing weight and it came right off. This 10 pounds has been the slowest 10 I've ever lost! (and really, my scale is so sketchy I'm not even sure 10 is accurate!)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Can I have your attention please?

Will the real men and women of God please stand up?!

I am feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Why?
Last year one of the ministries that I have admired for years announced that their head ministry guy had fallen into sin. I felt completely gobsmacked.
Angry that once again, one of "us" had crossed the line.

My first reaction was to pray. Yes, God could restore him. Restore his marriage and, indeed, bring him into repentance. As the months wore on, however, it became quite clear to me that all those things that I had seen before as flaws in this man were indeed the result of his demise and that there would be no restoration taking place.

Rumors flew. Speculation soared. I received a few updates from the ministry leadership, at first sounding optimistic and then sounding more and more regrettable about the conduct of all those involved. Apparently, those closest to this man let the ball drop. They let things slip, and given an inch, he (or rather the enemy working through his life) took a mile.

I still feel sick.

Today, what sickens me most is that now, less than a year later I find videos of "restoration" coming out of another leader of the churches ministry website. Yes, the fallen minister has quickly divorced and remarried and now expects to be back into public ministry.

What ever happened to integrity? What ever happened to sticking things out through thick and thin? What happened to walking the walk, not just talking the talk?!!!

I've made it no secret that my own marriage was in ruins (for a few years.)

But God.

Those most 2 powerful words I've ever written in my life. But God turned my heart. He changed me, and in softening me, I was able to forgive and move on. I can hardly believe it. If I, a mere "everyday" christian, can walk that difficult road to marital restoration, anyone can. I'm tired of people taking the easy way out. My road was a long difficult and stony one.

I never wanted it to be said about me that I am a hypocrite. I've seen hypocrisy, and quite frankly, I detest it. The idea of calling oneself a Christian and yet living a sloppy reckless life is vile.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying as Christians we never sin again. Not at all. What I am saying is: When you know better, you do better. One doesn't purposely sin knowing that God's grace will cover it.

Paul said it best.
God forbid. How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein?
Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death?
Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that HENCEFORTH WE SHOULD NOT SERVE SIN.
For he that is dead is freed from sin.
-Romans 6:1-7

And lest you think I'm just picking on divorced people here, let me just say that I do understand that there are times that no matter what one person wants, it takes 2 people to reconcile. Besides, I'm not just talking about divorce!

Sin is sin.

It's nothing to wallow around in because you will get your clothes dirty. Non believers will see the stains that you have all over your clothes that you try to deny. It's very cliche, but you truly are the only Bible some people will ever read. Keep the pages as clean as possible.

I also understand that there are some things that are very hard to overcome, nevertheless, pick yourself back up when you fall, ask God for his forgiveness and keep walking.

I'm sick of Christians living their lives just like everyone else!

Be people of integrity!

Will the real men and women of God PLEASE STAND UP!

Monday, March 16, 2009

'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes, sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'


'Is God good?'

'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'


'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'

He considers for a moment, 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good!'

'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues.

'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er...yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one, 'No.'

'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters, 'From God.'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir...'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'


'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer.

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'

The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question, 'Who created them?'

There is still no answer... Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerised.

'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing, 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'


'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'

'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.…'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.

The student begins to explain...

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, megaheat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'

'Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester.. 'So what point are you making, young man?'

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time, 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains...

'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'

'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it...'

'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realises where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room, 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'

'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers, 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues, 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

The student was Albert Einstein.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The wonder that is...


It's been so interesting to reconnect with people from my past, and stay in touch (in real time) with people from my now.

I spent some time this evening chatting with one of my closest friends from my youth. We lost touch (for unimportant reasons) and I always wondered what she was doing. I had looked on the myspace waste and never found her. I even tried a google (which had proven successful in locating someone else from the past) but still never turned anything up.

We've been in loose contact for a month or more. Quick little messages here and there, but nothing significant. Tonight's chat made the years melt away a little and I felt 15 again. I've not had a girl friend like it since. I just haven't let people be that close to me.

It was nice.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


I love this new blog layout!

I know it isn't original to only me, but I think it really fits the whole "factory" type theme. It looks rather industrial. 8D

Okay. That is all. As you were.

-a totally unrelated pic, but cute nonetheless.

Why not laugh?

It's better than crying or sulking. I'd much rather be around a person who doesn't look at life so seriously.

I am laughing today. I just looked at my sitemeter for this week: I had to just chuckle to myself. Girl who blogs for herself still checks the sitemeter to see if she's gotten any new hits.

And did I? Well....I'll never tell.

Whoa Nelly, talk about funny!

You know you wanna laugh at..err...with me too. Go ahead, click here, here, and here.

Laughing is so much fun: it works for me.


Ya wanna know another funny? I hadn't participated in WFMW in so many weeks that I didn't realize the host has changed.

Oh, boy!

Check out more at We are That Family.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Learning to Read ...and other "hard" things.

My homeschooling year has not gone exactly as planned. Older dd is doing fine. (mostly) Younger dd on the other hand....

First of all I know the majority of the difficulty starts with me. I am responsible for not making them go to bed earlier or waking them up before morning is half over. The problem is that I am a night owl, and so are they. Being a night owl is fine, but previous years of schooling only one left me with the luxury of starting the day at noon (ish) and being finished by 3. With one child, that is very focused, it is very easy to do a whole day's work in just a few hours.

This year has presented the challenge of adding a second child in. The beginning of the year went well. November it slid into a ditch and stayed there. I have not yet been able to pull it back out of the ditch.

I was hoping that younger dd would be well on her way toward reading by this point. Unfortunatly my instincts that she was just not ready proved correct. She is learning her letters (finally) but can't seem to remember the fact that "e" sounds like "EEEEE" or that "a" sounds like "AAAAAAA" despite having worked on these two sounds for months. (albeit...spotty).

Other hard things: Keeping my house in the order I like (this time of year). Something about this time of year makes my house seem like it has a mind of it's own. I know this is probably also my fault for not making the children quickly obey me when I tell them to pick something up. Instead I've been finding myself reminding them over and over and over again and not following through with the punishment if they don't. I am a strict disciplinarian...I thought. Maybe I just don't have it in me anymore. Maybe one of them being 11 has something to do with it. I don't know. Maybe it really is just spring fever.

The last hard thing (for today) is shaving off a coupla' twenty pounds.
word. I knew I was fat, but...wow. I got on the scale last week...It said "OUCH."

Monday, March 9, 2009


Oh, yes, we have reached Flush-OFf!!!


I found a tiny hairline crack in the tank last week. Today Hubs installed the new one.

Yes, I could have, but I thought it would make him feel useful. ;p

The kids have quickly put the "new potty" to good use.

Hooray for modern plumbing!!!

Saturday, March 7, 2009


Oh, yes it is. I filled out my form for some free ORGANIC lettuce seeds.

Wanna give it a try? Click here.

Spring is in the air! I love it!

Free templates

I wish blogger had more templates already loaded. I just don't want to take the time or money to either customize a free one from the web, or have one made for me.

I was tired of that washed out pink. I switched to that after my failed attempt at uploading a free Christmas template. I'd tinker around with something, but I'm suppoesed to be finishing up the housework.

Tell me. Do you know of a place that has either free, or really cheap templates?

The good thing about my current template? It looks kinda industrial which does go with my blog's name. And it has a touch of color.

Okay...enough! Go CLEAN!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Two Words I never want to hear used together

Just two. (for today anyway.)

"Toilet" and "Leak"


Because it's still leaking. I spent hours on the floor yesterday looking at it. Thinking about it. Trying to find other possible reasons why the bling blang toilet is leaking.

It took me almost half the day yesterday to get the courage to even go in there to tackle it. I was sure I knew how to do it (remember, I've told you I'm one handy chick to have around). I just wasn't so sure I was strong enough to do the job.

See we had ascertained that it was leaking either at the tank/bowel seal and/or the bolts that connect the two. To be safe I replace both. Well, I didn't, then I did, then I didn't.

It went something like this:

First I replaced just the bolts and washers because in his effort to prove it wasn't leaking, Hubs snapped one of the plastic bolts (plastic? why?). Starting with the snapped bolts was the obvious start. I called for 11yo to come in the room for both moral support and extra muscle. We replaced the bolts, had it all back together, filled the tank.....and saw leaks.

Then we drained it all, dried it all, tightened the bolts, (which I found were looser than I had thought) replaced the seal, put it all back together and watched with baited breath. And saw leaking.

Okay, we try again, maybe the seal wasn't on straight. We drain, dry, straighten and watch. No leaks. We are hopeful. We flush.

AND GUSH!!!!!!!!


That seal? Yeah. You know the one. We take it off, put the old one back on and try it all again. This time I am near tears. I had moved that toilet tank too many times. This was the last. If I saw a leak I was going to scream. This time I reinforce the bolts with an extra rubber gasket on the bottom (one I had from the other bolts) and made sure those puppies were tight.

It filled. We watched. We flushed. No gush. But moments later......



I give up! I am one handy chick to have around, but when it comes to a phantom drip, I am undone. The tank is drained. The mess is clean up. And still I fight the phantom drip.

Today, I've considered going in there, but first I think I'm heading to the store for, you guessed it, more tools and parts. These will be MY tools. Hubs will not touch them, or use them, or think about touching or using them because if he does, as sure as rain falls from the sky he will lose them and then I will have to slug him.

Words of wisdom from the Great Toilet Debacle of 2009: Always put down the lid when flushing-ALWAYS. Never reach for the deodorant while the lid is up. If you forget the first two please rest assured that you can still use your potty without having a tank full of water. A half bucket of water dumped into the bowl will do the job nicely, however, you may be pushed over the edge with this thought: "Is that drip from the bucket of water, or from the back of the tank?"

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The $50 Flush

Ever have one of those days? You know, the kind where you think it's started off well, everyone is bright and chipper and then something smacks you unawares.



It started off well. Hubs ran an errand. The girls and I ate breakfast and I hit the shower.

Every mom with only 1 bathroom knows that when you are in the shower, the whole world decides it needs to pee. When I got out of the shower I noticed that the lid was up, and the toilet was unflushed. No problem. I reached over pushed down the handle and reached for my deodorant.

Let me pause here to say that if you ever get the impression to do something: DO IT!

Because I had the impression, right before I pressed down the handle, to shut the lid. I always shut the lid when I flush. I always shut the lid when I've showered. Why didn't I shut the lid?

My fingers fumbled. The deodorant fell into the icky, flushing potty.

I screamed.

I gaped at the horror.

And then I lept into action. Hands wash! Toilets clog! REACH IN!!!!!!

I did but not quickly enough. No. My lovely almost new deodorant slipped from my fingers and went down into the abyss that is the toilet. Gone.

Here's where I should probably interject that this has happened before. About 8 years ago. Which is when I learned to always put down the toilet lid before I flush and when I take a shower. Always. Except I think yesterday.

Hubs came in, unshaken. He sprung into quick action. First he donned my dishwashing gloves, pretty and pink and also nearly new. Then he tried first to reach it. No luck. The toilet, she's a gonna have to come off.

Oh, he was good. No yelling. No complaining. No lectures. The bolts that held it in place were rusted and so we had to head off to the plumbing supply store for new bolts and a seal and a mini hacksaw. No problem.

Ten minutes later we have the toilet removed and the stinky hole in the floor revealed. The deodorant is removed and the only thing left to do it replace the seal and bolts and put it all back together. Easy right?

Wrong. The seal went on fine. The bolts went in fine. The toilet went on fine. But when it came time to tighten the bolts thing were not so fine. Something was wrong. One of the bolts kept coming loose. I said it was stripped and causing it to turn. Hubs disagreed and took the whole thing apart, reinserted the bolt, put the toilet back on, and guess what? Same thing.

By this time he was not feeling quite so pleasant.

Did I mention he had not eaten yet? Despite the fact it was sitting on the table waiting for him to dig in?

Finally 3 trips to the hardware store and hours later the toilet is on. It is fastened and everything is in working order. The bathroom was also trashed. Rust marks, sticky waxy toilet seal residue. Oh, the horror.

For the 20th time that day (which was around 4 o'clock) I tell Hubs to eat. I would clean up the mess, and then we could go do the the things on his to-do list.(which involved test driving a car...don't get me started...)

As I'm cleaning up I see a drip. Followed by another. and yet another. The tank...she's a leakin'.

No! exclaimed Hubs. That's just condensation.

And finally the fight Hubs had been spoiling for over the past week ensues ( I forgot to mention that part.)

Oh yes it did. I had not allowed myself to be engaged in his grumpiness for months. Months. I was doing well. But that drip was the drip that sent this Momma over the edge.

We fougnt. I cleaned. The kids went outside. I changed. I got in the car. And nobody felt like going anywhere. The to do list? gone. Who cared.

It all eventually worked out. Hubs got a few hotdogs, we shopped for some books, hit the mall and made it home. Only to find.....


and being right? highly over rated!

And guess what? at 9 o'clock- There's no where to buy the parts. And this morning? Hubs left for his job. I'm left with a leaking john, 2 kids that just have to pee, a trip to the hardware store, and lots of wet towels.

Grand total? Around $50. and a very frustrated Momma.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Sunday Singin' 3.1

Come Thou Fount-Robert Robinson

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 Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve 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;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.