Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Very Thankful for His Protection ...

Archery hunted for six weeks in the woods of
Pennsylvania for this guy and
I got him but not in the manner
of my choosing ...

One dark and misty night traveling home
from an evening out with my husband
suddenly there he was ...
cars on my left and behind, I had no where to go.
I slowed down to make the impact lighter but
to no avail ... he flew thru the air as high as my van,
came down in the left lane and spun literally off into
the median. The vehicle in the left lane just missed him.
I almost got rear-ended in the process
but only by His grace we were not harmed.
$3600.00 damage but the sad part is the van is only worth
that much. Upsetting because it has been a very,
very good vehicle for us. Never any problems, no rust.
"They" said it is an "old" vehicle
and not worth the money to fix it.
That is upsetting in that now a vehicle payment
comes into play .... just what I don't want.
So we wait for the Lord's hand to move and provide ...

Thanksgiving Time is Near ...

When all the leaves are off the boughs;
and nuts and apples gathered in,
and cornstalks waiting for the cows,
and pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
Then mother says, "Now children dear,
the fields are brown the autumn flies;
Thanksgiving Day is near,
and we must make our Thanksgiving pies!"

~~Author Unknown~~

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Come, Ye Thankful People Hymn ...

Come, Ye Thankful People

Words: Henry Alford, Psalms and Hymns, 1844.

Music: St. George’s Wind­sor, George J. El­vey, 1858

Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field,
fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear,
then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in
the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,
bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come,
raise the glorious harvest home.

thanksgiving is near ...

Pumpkins in the cornfield,

Fodder in the shock,

An ear of yellow-golden grain,

Hangs on every stock

Blackbirds flying here and there,

The yellow corn they spy,

But I’m not thinking of the corn,

I’m thinking pumpkin pie!

~Adelaide Blanton