Summer Project

Here it is Mom. Brad and Gabe helped me put it together and Matt hung it for me tonight. I like it everly so muchly. I told Amy that it fits into our cabin at home better than it does here though. :) It's pretty rough, but I wanted it that way. The back I wash painted and on the desk part I layered on the paint until I got it smooth enough to make me happy. It's a lovely sunshine spot.

I took the bike that Matt got last week and road down A Street this evening until I found roses. Filled my basket full of them and came home and sat on a bar stool filling my vase while I watched Amy do the dishes... And here I'm sposed to be helping her!  I told her I felt guilty and she said something about, "Picking roses while you may." She says it's a poem. Anybody know the name of it?
 I'm love love loving living in the country. I don't think these people know how blessed they are. Living right next to the wind and the rain and the wild flowers and grasses is like a little bit of heaven on earth. The animals on the other hand I could do with out.
 I was in the chicken coop the other day with Zerrick, and Keagan came around the corner, "Hey Francis, I have something to show you!!!".
I'm kinda dumb sometimes I think. Probly anyways. Cuz most people know better than to follow a little boy when he says he"has something to show you".
The possum had been dead for several days. And the maggots and flies knew it.
Amy and I buried it the next day when we couldn't stand the smell anymore.
 My seven rows of flowers are up in the garden and in need of weeding. I think I'll do it tomorrow if it isn't too wet. We got a humongous amount of rain this morning. It poured like it would never rain again and I woke up to it pelting gustily against my windowpane.
 Tomorrow Amy and I have dreams of getting the house work all done by noon and going goodwill shopping. Spose we'll get it done? I'm going to look for some summer-ish sort of fabric for a curtain in my room. Amy is looking for a kitchen door curtain, and some furniture.
 Life is Beautiful.
       -Francis

Lead Me

"Lead Me To The Cross"

Author Unknown

Savior I come
Quiet my soul remember
Redemption's hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

[Chorus:]
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

You were as I
Tempted and trialed
Human
The word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you're risen

Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

[Chorus]

To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart

[Chorus]

Random, Odd, and Perhaps Unnecessary, Thought

Are you the person you thought you’d be ten years ago?