God's gifts from Grandma's surprise
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing Oh, 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, oh, take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above. We sang this classic hymn in church this morning, and I was reminded how fitting it is in light of striving to be full of gratitude. God is our fount of every blessing, and I'm a debtor only to His grace, so prone to wander. Counting His blessings reminds me again of my need for Him, His grace to me. And so, starting from last weekend, His moments of grace... - Taking the kids to a craft fair, and having a wonderful time playing at the wooden toys booth - Abel trying out sit ups on the kitchen floor (of course, while everyone was trying to get around him) - Taking Adrianna to a birthday party and helping with "make overs" - Scott and Adrianna helping me make gluten...