Glory to Thee, My God, This Night

Glory to Thee, my God, this night

For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,

Beneath Thy own almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done,

That with the world, myself, and Thee

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed;

Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the awful day.

O may my soul on Thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,

Sleep that may me more vigorous make

To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;

Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all creatures here below,

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

-- Thomas Ken

When the Frost is on the Punkin'

When the Frost is on the Punkin'

WHEN the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.

-- James Whitcomb Riley

lazy days

So, my family got a new camera about a week ago, and it is awesome!  This evening Ellie and I went to our running place and I truly, honestly planned to run!  But I have a little cut on my toe, and it is killing me, and the only way I could run was by swinging my leg around in a big circle, and I just didn't feel like doing that.  So I took pictures instead.  And that is my completely unnecessary explanation for why I was lazy this evening.  I hope you enjoy the pics; I enjoyed taking them!

This was literally the only green thing I could see near where we were.  And it was tipping over too, so I don't think it'll last long.

I'm not sure what happened with this picture, but I think it's kind of cool!

Everyday's Thanksgiving, Part #5

I'm thankful for:

0081. the song "Wonderful, Merciful Savior"

0082. hearing about the Bread for Life ministry, and how they are helping Mark and Nancy Waite get to Cameroon

0083. seeing old friends, like Mark, and meeting new ones, like Ernest Ehabe and his niece, Beryl

0084. the opportunity to go to the Balloon Fiesta with my family

0085. God's sovereignty

0086. Matthew 6:5-15

0087. God's goodness in allowing us to pour out our hearts to Him in prayer

0088. funny stories

0089. winter coats

0090. autumn

0091. the faithful followers of my blog, especially my parents and Hannah!

0092. that God has given me seventeen years of life, when I deserved none at all

0093. Heaven

0094. hospitality

0095. tacos

0096. tulips

0097. the Anne of Green Gables book series

0098. an Internet connection

0099. vacations

0100. a. the Compassion International magazine; b. and 100 things to be thankful for!

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I also wanted to share this video about John Piper and the prosperity gospel.

ABQ Balloon Fiesta

This morning my family and I went to the ABQ Balloon Fiesta.  We had a fantastic time, even if we did have to get up at 5:00 (shudder), and I wanted to share some of the pictures that we got out of it!  I know there's a lot of them, but enjoy all the same!

This is maybe one third of the cars that were there!



Apparently this balloon didn't have a basket; just somewhere to sit.  Can you say insane?

The End!