Joy + digging

There's a joy in my heart that the world can't give, For it comes from God alone.

I have given my life as a sacrifice To the One to whom all I owe. All my burdens and chains have been lifted, And my spirit has been set free From the things of the earth By a heav'nly birth. What a glorious liberty! O the joy in a life of reality! Such a work of love divine. "None of self; all of Him" is my cry within- Trusting, serving Him all the time. Not a care nor a fear can alarm me, For my anchor is firm in Him. From all sin turned away, Pleasing Him each day- What a glorious victory! What a joy to be called to eternal life, To become His spotless bride- Dead to sin, raised with Him, Now to reign with Him, Ever walking close by His side. O I praise God for such a salvation- From this body to be set free. Faithful be, ready be; Soon our Lord we'll see. What a glorious liberty! wotl #447 It's been busy as usual around here. Fall is rapidly turning into WINTER! It's been below freezing several days and most nights and there was ice on the waterfall several times. We are slowly, but surely, getting the kitchen spruced up with new shelves in the storage area, new decorations and lamp for the office, the last of the steel work tables are up and we are loving them! There was ice behind the fan in the walk-in freezer (again) so defrosting the freezer is on the list of things to do next week. Oh the joy! I am procrastinating packing for the weekend in England (50th birthday feast for Julie Browne) and goofing off on here instead! And I'm digging. Really hard. When I was at home last month, I decided to get rid of my pesky wisteria that was a living, growing octopus with tentacles that covered the stairs and deck literally overnight! I had no idea what I was getting into when I planted it and it was just too much to prune and keep under control. My mom (she rocks!) and I dug it up and the root system that thing had was crazy! We would clip a tentacle only to find ten more, and then ten more, growing thick in every direction... But we finally got that bugger out of there and are treating it with strong acid to try and kill all the new shoots. That's kind of what it feels like for me too, trying to leave Brunstad, but the joy and peace are stronger than all the other stuff and I know it's all going to work out better than I can even imagine. Three cheers for sharp pruning shears!