Thanksgiving Saturday, We're Blessed!

Fred Hammond woke us up this morning, singing we're blessed in the city and in the field and when we come and when we go. We do miss our church in NY where that was a reminder nearly every Sunday. We go to a blessed and humbly blessed church now where everybody is so blessed that it would be proud to get up and sing that every Sunday like we used to. Fred was reminding us and we had a family rejoicing time as we get ready for the REAL Thanksgiving day. Cleaning and cleaning and...did I say...cleaning?

"O Happy Home where Christ is loved the dearest"

I do remind myself of my studies of the Christian household, before I got into this mission. Why don't they just listen and do what I say? Why don't they just behave when I ask them to. Thank God for the words of Jay Adams which I read before I had children. He said the Christian Household is a group of sinners who agree to forgive one another regularly and try to live at peace with one another. I think I can do that. Cleaning day is racking on my nerves, when I am barking out orders and expecting my family to forgive me in my rampage. Thank God for Fred Hammond and the hymnists who are giving me some musical soothings for this savage beast. I won't talk about what they are doing to make me want to batter them. I will continue and press on and realize that we are really blessed and my nerves being tried is part of the magnitudes of the blessings that we are enjoying. How can a savage mother raise cultured Christian children?:)