The Love Of God

Saturday morning - kids had fun across the road while Dad & a crew hauled manure. Find two kids and a dog.

Somebody decided it wasn’t as warm as it looks (perhaps remembering last Saturday?).

Beautiful day.

Thin layer of ice on rink - - - but noone’s getting hopes up yet.

Tori took three on a creek trek.

Quick trip to Levi & Echo’s to help clean up after the days’ re-wiring work.

Since Echo was helping upstairs, A. Sarah was happy to love on Kiowa.

Almost got that smile! And I think Kiowa is laying on the quilt that Great-Grandma Kaiser made for her.

Back home, all snugged in and started a 2000 piece puzzle, a first for this family. Time will tell if we can get ‘er done.

Some of us take puzzling really seriously.

(or need glasses maybe?)

Josh started a 300 piece, and as of today he finished it solo. Good job Josh!

Saturday evening Grandpa and Grandma brought Josh an early birthday present.

New project – cutting squares for a denim comforter.

Good help from Grandpa. He’s obviously done this a time or three before!

Sunday was another blessed day at church. With a couple of visiting Bible Classes and work teams all home again, church was full and singing was beautiful. Especially The Love of God in the afternoon. Powerful words to a beautiful song. A fun evening at U. Dave’s then later, especially trying to Fool the Frog.

 

The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

Refrain:
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.