Three of our grandchildren who were raised on this mountain are home for the summer. One ran into my house last week and yelled: "Gramma, where's your rifle? I just ran over a snake!" I helped her load my 32 gauge single shot, she drove back down my driveway, pumped that snake full of lead and cut off his head with a shovel. Like the devil he continued to twist, twitch and squirm. Ahhh. ...he's a defeated foe, but he won't admit it! The other three grandchilkdren are in Coeur d' Laine, Idaho, Sacramento, California and Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. I am needed only to pray Ahhh, ,..the blessed life of a Christian grandmother!
O.K., off to the pool after I struggle into my wetsuit. There, I will slide into the water and follow Marti's instructions to move body parts that have not willingly moved in months Ahhh, ...the healing power of water!
COME, THOU FOUNT
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 the mount! I'm fixed upon it!
Mount of Thy redeeming love.