Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise his Name, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O 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, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Balloons!!!!

Well the worms may not have gone over as well as hoped for, but me and my older sister had another idea while we were decorating the kitchen.  We (I really mean I) blow up two big trash bags full of balloons, and got a headache while doing it.  Someone should put a warning on the balloons: when blowing up a large number of balloons use cation, side affects may occur, headaches, blurred vision, general lack of oxygen.  Anyway, back to the story, we waited till after super and Wyatt (my little brother) was playing in the living-room.  Me and my older sister each had a bag, and at the same time we both dumped our balloons on him.  Well things progressed after that, to a family wide balloon fight.  That was probable the funnest part of the day, everyone enjoyed it, even the dog, she got to pop one or two. (o: 

So much for the Worms.

Well I gave Wyatt his worms and dirt in a pot, but he wasn't really impressed.  In fact, he didn't like them and said so.  He refused to eat any of the gummy worms, even after we (other siblings) showed him by eating them, that the worms weren't real.  Finally, we gave up, he would try them eventually, he did several hours later.  And I am happy to report, almost all the worms have been dug out and eaten, despite my constant efforts to keep it stocked. (o:

Happy Birthday!

Today my little brothers birthday.  He has turned into a big boy of five.  A few weeks ago, I told him I was going to get him a pot of worms for his birthday, and he didn't believe me.  But now I've come through, and I've just told him that when he wakes up from his nap I'm going to give him his pot of worms.  For some strange resin Wyatt is not excited, he doesn't seem to want his worms, but don't worry he will like them when he sees them. 

P.S.  Just to let you all know, so you don't think I'm a terrible sister or something.  I have a pot filed with crushed Oriels and gummy worms.  It actually looks purity good. (o:

Finished

Just to let you know, I finished Reilly's Luck to day, all 229 pages.  It was purity good, easy to read, and had a good end.  All good books must have a good ending, except, maybe, a really really good book, like The Last Of The Mohicans.  Anyway, I probably would have finished Reilly's Luck sooner, but Friday and Saturday, things were rather busy, and I didn't get around to reading it.  So I had to finish it to day. 
Right now I debating what to read next, I have five new World War II books from the library, and three more Louis L'Amour books also from the library.  I've already started, one of the WWII books, I might finish that one before starting any more.  Yaa, that sounds good, I probably do that.  But knowing me, I wouldn't count on it.

A Verse from Proverbs

I have been thinking on this one verse for several weeks now. and I hope you all get something from it.  

Proverbs 29:11 says
"A foolish person lets his anger run wild. But a wise person keeps himself under control." 

In another version it says, 

"A fool uttereth all his mind: but a wise man keepeth it in till afterwards".  

Louis L'Amour

I started a Louis L'Amour book to day and I'm almost done with it already. It's called Reilly's Luck, and there are 229 pages in it. As yet I haven't figured out why it's called Reilly's Luck, because he's not the main character, and he ends up dieing 1/3 of the way through the book (some luck). Anyway, I like it so far, it's really interesting. Louis L'Amour is arguably my favorite author, I've read around 100 of his short stories, and 10 or 20 of his novels. He wrote mostly westerns, but he did write at lest one historical fiction, and a sy fy novel. I believe he wrote some poetry to, but I haven't read any.