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Over the years, we've always compared our family life to a wagon train heading west. Just as everyone had to do his part to get to Oregon years ago, so everyone in our family must do his/her part to make our journey through life successful. If somebody climbs in the wagon and lets the others do the work, we just don't make any progress. We all have to pull our weight and work together. Along the trail we find lots of pebbles that make for a smooth ride and some bigger rocks that jar us a little; we hit the occasional pothole that can slow us down. But if we purpose to search diligently, there are countless gold nuggets and precious gemstones along the way as well. This journal is an attempt to preserve some of those precious moments for our children, and our children's children, as together we travel this trail called life.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11


Sunday, January 27, 2013

1-27-13 The Christian Home

Another Christian home was established today as Andy & Michelle became one in Christ. This song, always sung at our weddings, is a beautiful picture of God’s heart towards the Christian home.

The Christian Home (Hymns of Zion #64)

There is beauty all around, When there’s love at home;

There is joy in every sound, When there’s love at home.

Peace and plenty here abide, Smiling sweet on every side,

Time doth softly, sweetly glide, When there’s love at home.

Love at home, love at home,

Time doth softly sweetly glide,

When there’s love at home.

In the cottage there is joy, When there’s love at home;

Hate and envy ne’er annoy, When there’s love at home.

Roses blossom ‘neath our feet, All the earth’s a garden sweet,

Making a life a bliss complete, When there’s love at home.

Love at home, love at home,

Time doth softly sweetly glide,

When there’s love at home.

Kindly heaven smiles above, When there’s love at home;

all the earth is filled with love, When there’s love at home.

Sweeter sings the brooklet by, Brighter beams the azure sky;

O there’s One who smiles on high, When there’s love at home.

Love at home, love at home,

Time doth softly sweetly glide,

When there’s love at home.

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