When the Day of Toil is Done ~ Hymn

When the Day of Toil is Done

When the day of toil is done,
When the race of life is run,
Father, grant Thy wearied one
Rest forevermore.

When the strife of sin is stilled,
When the foe within is killed,
Be Thy gracious Word fulfilled:
Peace forevermore.

When the darkness melts away
At the breaking of the day,
Bid us hail the cheering ray:
Light forevermore.

When the heart by sorrow tried,
Feels at length its throbs subside,
Bring us, where all tears are dried,
Joy forevermore.

When for vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Teach us in Thy love to learn
Love forevermore.

When the breath of life is flown,
When the grave must claim its own,
Lord of life, be ours Thy crown,
Life forevermore.

Words: John Ellerton, 1870.

There is More to Come…

Moisi’s kids at his funeral, oldest to youngest, Kathy, Vera, Ellen, Tim, Steve, Lana and Leonard.

The next generation. Moisi’s grandchildren and great grandchildren with spouses.

It was an exceptional day of mourning and rejoicing for the life God gave to our dear old Pop.

When I get back to a place of quiet in my brain I’ll post a complete recap of our laments and our rejoicing.

California Here I Come…

…right back where I started from.

Thank you so much for all your kind thoughts, prayers and wishes for me and my family as we bury our dear old Pop and as we work on our big move across the state. I appreciate all of you and your compassion to me. This verse from the New Testament will be read at the end of our Pop’s eulogy.

James 1:12

¹²Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

Gettin Better All the Time…

On Saturday the troops arrived to help us fill our 2nd Container.

We were so pleased and thankful that the container got filled by 3pm. Our helpers worked hard and efficiently and we were grateful for the excellent help. The filling of this second container worked better than our first and we are hoping the next one will be easier still. On Monday another container will be dropped off and this filled container will go back to the yard.

We took Sunday off from our mad packing schedule to recuperate and relax. After making blueberry pancakes for breakfast, using the fresh picked blueberries from our bush, I joined in online to a church service at Parkside church where Alistair Begg preaches. At eight I watched the World Cup Final match seeing France win over Croatia. Late in the morning I shopped for a few more bins and then we ate out for linner (lunch/dinner). Our kitchen is getting down to the bare necessities. I’m now watching some Seattle Sounders Soccer, too. It feels good to have a down day here.

When we were in Colville we took some photos of hay being rolled on July 7th.

Make Hay While the Sun Shines!

Shine On Us

Our Pop requested this song be played at his funeral. This one was his only request. We’ll sing other hymns, too.

Box Me In…

We are ready for our strong armed helpers to arrive tomorrow to fill our second container to be stored at a yard while we wait to find a home to move into. The third container will be dropped off on Monday and the full 2nd container will be on it’s way. We will work on filling the third container when we get home from my pop’s funeral in Southern California.