Sunday

 Happy Sunday

A hymn we sang at church this morning.

🎶 This World is Not My Home 🎶

Albert E Brumley

1. This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through

My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;

The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Chorus:

O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,

If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?

The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

2. They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know,

My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;

I know He'll take me thro' tho' I am weak and poor,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

3. I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,

I don't expect to stop until I with Him stand,

He's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

4. Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally,

The saints on every hand are shouting victory,

Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

⛪️ Philippians 3:20 ⛪️

For our conversation is in heaven; 

from whence also we look for the Saviour, 

the Lord Jesus Christ:

Today was the day I wore the shawl I knitted to church to give it away to the first person who said they liked it.

The person I gave it to was Heidi. She said, I love your shawl. The colors are beautiful.  I said here it's yours.  I wish you could have seen her face!! 

A Blessed Sunday to you.

HappyK 

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Ginny - The fire place is in the corner of the living room.

Janette - Not a wood stove, but a gas one.  No Mess!! :)