"How deep the fathers love for us!
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son,
To make a wretch His treasure!
How can I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer,
These wounds born by the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory!"
- Stuart Townend
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Sunday we made the long drive down to Grandma W.'s home.
The frost is really making a mess of out gravel road. It makes driving an adventure!
Waiting for lunch...and Uncle Rob, who was bringing the ham. :)
After eating, visiting and cleaning up we all went for a walk.
John helping Aunt Shelly with her shoes. :)
(She sliced her fingers when making the scalloped potatoes and couldn't tie her shoes with one hand.)
Uncle David, Dad, and Uncle Rob.
We walked up to the apartment building that Grandma is thinking of moving to.
Smile!
It was a beautiful day for a walk! Uncle Chuck said we went 2.3 miles.