Josiah sings a hymn

**We have been singing this hymn together as a family recently during our evening Bible time. Josiah just learned to sing the first verse and, like most small ones with a new skill, he repeats it over and over. I love it.**

More Secure Is No One Ever

Carolina V. Sandell-Berg

More secure is no one ever
Than the loved ones of the Savior,
Not yon star on high abiding
Nor the bird in home nest hiding.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish.
From all evil things He spares them;
In His loving arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Little flock, to joy then yield thee!
Jacob’s God will ever shield thee;
Rest secure with this Defender—
At His will all foes surrender.

Tho’ He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.

Almost Winter 2010

It snowed!

The view out the front window


Getting ready for our sno-venture. James is being a good sport. He can't move at all in that thing.


All five. Dressed and outside.

Jo being a 'Tow Man. (Snow Man)

Mercy chats with Snow Lady.


A casualty of our long walk in the snow.


Hot chocolate!


Rosy cheeks and snacks...

Now, if we could just find a hill close enough for sledding...

Summer Hike Numero Dos

We took our second big family hike a few weeks ago. You can read about the first one here.

This time we opted for a more real feeling hike; you know, more gorp and switchbacks and less cellphonetalkerdogwalkers. The last one was great and close by for many of us but we were looking to increase the difficulty and get out in to the mountains a little bit more.

Everybody's ready. (Dad is taking the picture... My sister couldn't make it this time. Boo.)

We drove a little way up toward Snoqualmie Pass to a happy, well-maintained trail to Ollalie and Talapus lakes.

This time we were better equiped for carrying the two little boys. Josiah is very enthusiastic about hiking. He started out on the ground but spent most of his time in the big pack on Daddy's back. Hooray for friends who are willing to lend us their baby carriers! We might still be there if we all went at Jo's pace.

We took lots of breaks for water, Power Pellets and exploring. I love streams like this. I want one in my backyard.

I'm just going to put this whistle in my mouth and hold it there. It's not an emer... an emernussie. - Mercy

Trail mix...

Our crew:

We made it up to the lake to eat our lunch together and play in the water. Bringing little paper trays to serve as plates helped to streamline the lunch prep process. That's a lot of meat stick slicing when you are feeding 10 hungry hikers.

These guys are shaping up to be master hikers.

Grandad and James take in the lake.

We made it back out with everyone intact and happy. And then we had a rootbeer float fest at this crazy place in North Bend. Yum.

(If you go, skip the burgers and enjoy some fun but expensive shakes or floats. Just my 2 cents.)

We hope to squeeze in one more hike before the summer's end. I know Daniel is hoping for a real overnight trip for the big boys but we'll see what happens.


A question for you hikers out there: What's more important to you in choosing a hike; a fulfilling destination like a lake or a pretty view or a pleasant trail? ( I like it when you get both! )

Summer Hike Numero Uno

I love that I learned to hike and how to enjoy it as a child.

This summer my parents have taken us all on a couple hikes with the intention of teaching our kids the basics of walking in the woods in a group with packs on.

For our first hike, we walked through the woods down to the beach in Seattle. 

We learned about reading our maps. And when to use our emergeny whistle. And how to use our compasses.

Here's the whole group ready to go: Look at that! That's my whole family on my side! What a treat to do something all together!

All the kids carried backpacks... I think Josiah's contained his First Aid Kit: one bandaid inside a ziplock bag.

Now he's helping me hike. See our fashionable compass rings?

Pretty ladies on the beach...

Can I use my whistle yet? -Mercy

The big boys... who carry all our gear so that Bob and I can carry the babies.

Children and their favorite toys: sticks.

Watching the beached seal pup...

Yay! We're back at the cars!

Time for ice cream...

"Mercy, what was your favorite thing about the hike today?"


"Being in the fwont of everybody!"

Stay tuned for our next adventure: Summer Hike Numero Dos!

Photo credits go to my mom and whoever else was holding her camera. 

A double dose of Sweet Williams

Here we have James William and William Edward...

I love you, Grandpa!


(Aren't they cute?)

Scenes from this week

One day this week seemed particularly peaceful and pleasant around here so I had to document it. 

Maybe it was the cooler weather or just the fact that we were home all day... 

Shasta daisies are a cheery view from the Baby Room window.

Two happy little friends...

And two bigger ones.

And Mercy, during a brief break from playing "babies" and helping me with James...

And this: My yard sale find of the week...

TEN BUCKS for this baby! It's sturdy enough for Mercy to use it for stairs up to her lofted toddler bed. That Bob will be making. Soon, I hope.  

I can't wait! 

(I want to get Josiah out of the closet!)

Satisfied

Poor I was, and sought for riches,

Something that would satisfy,

But the dust I gathered round me,

Only mocked my soul's sad cry.

Feeding on the filth around me,

Til my strength was almost gone,

Longed my soul for something better,

Only still to hunger on.

All my life, I had panted

for the drink of some cool spring,

That I hoped would quench the burning

Of the thrist I felt within.

 ***

Halelujah! He has found me! 

The One my soul so long has craved!

Jesus satifies my souls longings,

Through His blood I am now saved.

 ***

Well of water, ever springing,

Bread of life so rich and free,

Untold wealth that never faileth,

My Redeemer is to me.

Clara Tear Williams 1875, Peterson 2004