As you notice in the above picture we have old doors and knobs in our home. Since our daughter and family were visiting us we had shut our bedroom door. When we got up in the morning we were unable to open it!! We yelled and our son-in-law tried to open it from his side----no go. We were locked in our own bedroom!! HA! My husband had a jack-knife and was able to pry it open. He later took the unit apart and it was unlike anything we had seen before--there was a box about 1/2 inch in thickness and 4 by 4 inches square. He managed to improvise a part from Lowes. If this had happened to me when I was home alone I would have had to crawl out the window and call the fire depot to get me off of the roof!"All glory be to thee, Almighty God, our heavenly Father, for that thou, of thy tender mercy, didst give thine only Son Jesus Christ to suffer death upon the cross for our redemption; who made there by his one oblation of himself once offered, a full, perfect, and sufficient sacrifice, oblation, and satisfaction, for the sins of the whole world; and did institute, and in his holy gospel command us to continue, a perpetual memory of that his precious death and sacrifice, until his coming again."
Sundays are full of coffee and talks; thankful to have times to talk with my kids by phone and webcam
And to sit out on the rockers with my hubby and talk about the hymns, the word, our kids, our dreams, etc.
Sounds like a wonderful Sunday ((hugs)) Rosie
ReplyDeleteNice post. I love the tradition of church and Sundays.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful Sunday..
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Love your glimpse into slices of your life. There is little that comes close to the satisfaction of being in God's presence. He just fills you up. The world has nothing that can compare.
ReplyDeleteI had to chuckle about being locked in your 'own' bedroom. Reminds me of the time for being locked 'out' of my bedroom. My purse and keys were inside while I, who was outside in the hall, had to get my son to a job interview. I took the hammer to that lock and pounded the bejeebers out it until the whole metal knob came loose. My husband just shook his head and replaced it without saying much. He was just thankful I didn't put a hole through the door. Bless God I had good aim. Your knobs remind me of the ones in my grandmother's old house.
Glad you escaped from your bedroom!!
ReplyDeleteI love your thoughts it sounds like a very restful Sunday.
Hugs
Sarah x