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“How Deep the Father’s Love for Us” – Reflecting on Easter

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Words and music by Stuart Townend

How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Happy Easter!

♥Miriam

A St. Patrick’s Day Sunday Drive

For Valentine’s Day this year, I gave Dave a jar of “cheap dates”.  I got the idea from Pinterest, and he loved it! In the pint jar, there are over a year’s worth of dates for either the two of us to do together, or for us to do as a family. Last week, we took the first of these dates and went to Rita’s for Italian ice. This week’s date simply said, “Go for a drive.” Dave knew what I meant by that, but Katie didn’t have a clue. They both looked at me a bit sceptical of what was to happen. But I was happy! I knew what this could turn into!

At the end of the driveway, Dave says, “So which way do you want to go?” not sounding at all thrilled.

“Go right. Katie, you get to pick which direction we go at the next stop sign,” I said.

I was excited. Katie had no idea what she was about to experience. I thought back to my childhood days when it was a common occurance to jump in the car on a Sunday afternoon and just drive around and look at scenery and other areas you don’t see every day. My Pappy Wingert was a master at the Sunday drive. We’d jump in the car with him and drive for hours. We’d end up miles from home and get home after dark! But we saw places that were interesting and fun! Those Sunday drives were part of my favorite childhood memories. I only hoped that we would come across something interesting today!

We each took turns at stop signs and stop lights choosing which direction we’d go next. I soon realized that I had an advantage when we reached Cove Gap. “Turn right here!” I yelled.

Dave turned the wheel and we started the beginning of an afternoon long history lesson. We were in Buchanan’s Birthplace State Park.

We learned a few things:  1.  Katie learned that Buchanan was our 15th president, that he was never married, and that the school that Mommy graduated from was named for him. 2. Dave learned that Buchanan attended Dickinson College in Carlisle, PA, that Buchanan’s Birthplace was the first State Park in Pennsylvania, and that the monument was built in 1907. 3. I learned that Harriet Lane, his niece, purchased the land that became the state park and that this really was the area where Buchanan was born, and that James Buchanan’s mother put a bell on him to hear him in the woods around their cabin!

I told Katie that there used to be a sign at the beginning of the trail to the monument that simply said, “Monument”.  I shared with her that my cousins and I once went there for a picnic and decided it would be fun to “be” monuments next to that sign. Well, the sign is gone, but the rock that was there remains. So, Katie decided we should do the same thing. The results are below!

We got back in the car and I whispered to Dave some directions. We were headed to another historical place…Fort Loudon, PA. It was close to supper time, so we stopped for supper at a favorite spot, Milky Way. Mmmmm, was it good!

We finished supper and headed down the road. I was now driving. We drove to the site of Fort Loudon. Katie had no idea about how Fort Loudon got its name or that there was actually a fort there many years ago.

“Mommy, can we go see James Buchanan’s log cabin before we go home?” asked Katie.

“Sure! It’s still daylight!” I said. Then we headed toward Mercersburg Academy. It took me a few minutes to remember what part of the campus the cabin sat on, but we soon found it.

“Cool!” said Katie (and I think she really meant it!).

The sun was setting, and so we decided to head for home.

“This was really fun,” said Katie smiling contentedly. “I hope Daddy pulls this ‘date’ out of the jar again soon.”

Me too, Katie, me too!

♥Miriam

♫♪Baby it’s Cold Outside!♪♫

I can’t believe that every year we put all our hopes on the prediction of a rodent. I mean really, who started this idea that if a groundhog sees or doesn’t see his shadow it predicts how the rest of winter will go? Well, I was curious, so I did a little reasearch.

It seems that Groundhog Day orginated from German settlers who settled in Pennsylvania. It is based on their celebration of Candlemas (or Candle Mass) Day. Candlemas Day was to commemorate the day that Jesus was presented in the temple as a child. Now, I’m not sure how the Pennsylvania Germans decided that this was a good day to see if the neighborhood groundhog was going to come out and see it’s shadow. After all, in the bible, there is no mention of a groundhog at the presentation in the temple. So, who and why this tradition was actually started, remains a mystery to me. Here’s an article from Wikipedia that talks about Groundhog Day and Candlemas Day. (Which wasn’t extremely helpful in giving me an actual person to blame for this silly holiday!) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog_Day

Punxsutawney Phil and his handler.

Punxsutawney Phil and his handler.

I have not, nor ever will rely on the predictions of an obese squirrel-like rodent, especially since many of his relatives like to make giant holes in my backyard. Spring will come when it wants to. In the meantime, I’ll start looking at the seed catalogs I get (even though I don’t have a garden) and dream about warmer weather as I snuggle up with a hot cup of tea and try to stay warm.

Smile away, little strange man holding a groundhog. You know very well you don’t really believe Phil’s prediction either! (Honestly, I don’t really know of anyone who does believe it!)

Keep warm!

♥Miriam