Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. Elizabeth von Arnim


Sunday, December 08, 2013

To tell the story

A nice old hymn for this Sunday.  I remember this one from when I was a little girl.
I Love To Tell the story

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above
Of Jesus and His glory
Of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story
Because I know 'tis true.
It satisfies my longings 
As nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story
'Twill be my theme in glory.
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest

And when in scenes of glory
I sing the new, new song
'Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long

I love to tell the story
'Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love
❤     ❤     ❤     ❤     ❤     ❤     ❤     ❤ 
Glad to have gotten my walk in before the snow and ice came.  
It was a snowy ride to church.
The church bus picks up kids and brings them to and from church.  Today the bus picked them up but then it was decided that the roads were getting worse and it was safer to bring the kids home in 4 wheel drive vehicles.  So we dropped three kids off home on our way home.
We had lunch at Brenda's.  No pizza.  I had a salad and Ken a sandwich.
On the way home we saw a Camaro having trouble driving in the snow.  So Ken pulled over to help.  Someone else stopped too and here they are trying to get the car going up the hill.  Oh yeah and they were almost out of gas.
They got it going for a while but got stuck again a little farther along.  We ended up towing them a couple miles up the road to a gas station.  They were some kids trying to get back home to Washington, DC.   
It's nice to be home safe and sound now in a nice warm house.
Have a blessed Sunday.
happyone  : )
And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: 
for thou hast found favour with God.
 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, 
and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: 
and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
Luke 1:30-32 

Comment replies:
Vee - My Chocolate Chippers are really better!!! : )  No, even reading or watching television, I still can't do treadmills. 
Kim - Yes, I do see snow plows when I'm walking.


Vee said...

Gosh you've had a lot of winter weather already. What good Samaritans you are to help out the kids low on gas, I knew that your chocolate chip cookies would be better. Somehow, those folks have to try yours!

Beth said...

You and Ken are such caring persons. Bless you both!

Anonymous said...

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Marianna said...

Hope those kids made it safely back to D. C.

Thanks for stopping by, and for your kind words.

Yolanda said...

Stay safe . Luckily we didn't get any of this.