May 9, 1970

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On May 9, 1970, Uncle Bill and cousin Tim (age 13yrs.), went home to be with the Lord in a car accident. That left Gail, Sandra, Barrie and Shannon without their precious father and brother. They each know their dear Father, who cares for them daily.

Are you ready to leave at any time?

Be Still, my soul...

Be Still, My Soul




Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side;

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

Leave to your God to order and provide;

... In every change he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul; your best, your heavenly Friend

Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.



Be still, my soul; your God will undertake

To guide the future as he has the past.

Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;

All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul; the waves and wind still know

His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.



Be still, my soul; though dearest friends depart

And all is darkened in the vale of tears;

Then you will better know his love, his heart,

Who comes to soothe your sorrows and your fears.

Be still, my soul; your Jesus can repay

From his own fullness all he takes away.



Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,

When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,

Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.

Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,

All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.



Catharina von Schlegel

Grandpa at the cottage.

We had a short visit at the cottage. It was nice to relax a bit!

When I was very young...

When I was very young it seemed, I failed to understand
When some things very dear to me, were taken from my hand....
Not that I was punished for refusing to let go,
But my Father chose to lead me In another path to grow

From infant things I treasured to another step before
Leading me to higher things, beyond an open door.
From childhood to youth until, adulthood came my way,
Where home, NEW FRIENDS and family, added blessings to my day!

Yet I have learned that even these are treasurers for a time,
And when the season's over, they are taken from the vine.
AGAIN my Father leads me as He gently has before
Into another path that leads, through yet another door ...

Beyond the things, I once held dear, until IN HIM I find
Such fellowship that passing things, I willingly resign.
Ever PRESSING ON until I see my Saviour's face,
When with the saints in glory, I shall sing 'AMAZING GRACE'

He shall cover thee...

...with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Psalm 91: 4

The Touch of the Master's Hand

The Touch Of The Master's Hand Myra B. Welch   Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar, then, two! Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three . . ."  But no, From the room, far back, a grey-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, said:  "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? "Two thousand! And who'll make it three? "Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; And going and gone."said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand, what changed its worth?"  Swift came the reply: "The Touch Of The Master's Hand." And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin. A 'mess of potage,' a glass of wine; A game - and he travels on. He is 'going' once, and 'going' twice, He's 'going' and almost 'gone'. But the Master comes and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought By the touch of the Master's Hand. by Myra B. Welch  (1877-1959)

Spring water, always fresh all year

"He careth for you..."    1 Peter 5:7

Little Critter Tracks

At the beach we found these little tracks. Any idea whose feet??