Happy Thanksgiving
November 27
The turkey soaked in a brine bath all night and is
waiting to be dressed! The table is elegantly set
and each place setting has a place card with a name
and a gold label baring a word. (Everyone balks at
my game playing, but it is like a good work out, you
always feel better afterwards.) The assignment is
to share a thought/memory that the word evokes in
you. What it does is assure each person the chance
to speak at the dinner table! May you make memories
with people you care about today.
Rolling over this morning and looking across the
room at the clock it appeared to say SOS.(5:05 AM)
Realizing it was Thanksgiving I thanked God for the
help He always sends.
The old hymn from the early 1700's,God Our Help in
Ages Past,immediately came to mind. I thought you
might enjoy these lyrics as you reflect back on the
steadfastness of God!
Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,To endless years the same.
Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.
A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
The busy tribes of flesh and blood,With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years.
Time, like an ever rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Go to this site to hear this hymn on an old organ!http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/o/g/ogohiap.htm
The turkey soaked in a brine bath all night and is
waiting to be dressed! The table is elegantly set
and each place setting has a place card with a name
and a gold label baring a word. (Everyone balks at
my game playing, but it is like a good work out, you
always feel better afterwards.) The assignment is
to share a thought/memory that the word evokes in
you. What it does is assure each person the chance
to speak at the dinner table! May you make memories
with people you care about today.
Rolling over this morning and looking across the
room at the clock it appeared to say SOS.(5:05 AM)
Realizing it was Thanksgiving I thanked God for the
help He always sends.
The old hymn from the early 1700's,God Our Help in
Ages Past,immediately came to mind. I thought you
might enjoy these lyrics as you reflect back on the
steadfastness of God!
Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,To endless years the same.
Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.
A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
The busy tribes of flesh and blood,With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years.
Time, like an ever rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Go to this site to hear this hymn on an old organ!http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/o/g/ogohiap.htm
