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.
Counting His blessings... one at a time.
Truly, His mercies are new every morning!
one brother teaching another
and the last few math lessons... DONE!
test results in hand... their amazing accomplishments
and the celebration that follows... their job well done
yes, proud mama moments... too many to count
and this heart-tugging sweetness... her very first "paint"
summer vacation, just a stone's throw away
filled with afternoons at the pool and our best pals, too
a chance to bake bread with a very good friend
and flowers on the porch... the outside brought in
a plastic harmonica, sweet melodies galore
yes, her little girl music from morning 'til night
time with her "Momom" and a big bucket of peas
and backyard excitement... our veggies-- they're growing!
reading success & a chance to fly solo... my 5-year tyke with his nose in a book
haircuts and... individuality!
his gentle reminder, "Mom, it WILL grow back."
motherhood-- I simply can't count it enough
and the joy that comes with raising little men
his boldness to proclaim the Truth that sets him free
God's grace upon grace... His mercies every morning