Well it is official that we will be heading to Thailand. We are going Jan. 17th - 24th. All 5 of us are going. It may sound insane to bring 3 little boys all the way to Thailand but we will have some help. Our dear friend Maggie is coming with!
So we will be there for a week for what MTW calls a "vision trip." We will stay with the team we are hoping to join. While with them they will give us a vision of what God's ministry involves in Bangkok Thailand. We will be able to join them in their various activities of evangelism and mercy. I have included their team website under fav. links if you are interested in more information.
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About Us
- Heidi Arkema
- I haven't used this blog in quite a while but perhaps I will try and keep up. We have 3 busy boys so between their schedules and ours it may be impossible!
The School
We are scholars, nothing but scholars,
Little children at school,
Learning our daily lessons,
Subject to law and rule.
Life is the school, and the Master
is the Man Jesus Christ,
We are His charity scholars,
His the teaching unpriced.
Slowly we learn, all His patience
Is hourly put to the test;
But often the slowest and dullest
He pities and loves the best.
Still, we sit at the feet of our Master,
Very low at His feet.
Study the lessons He sets us,
Sometimes lessons repeat.
Some of the lessons are pleasant,
Pleasant, and easy to learn;
The page of our task-book simple,
Simple and easy to turn.
But anon the reading is painful,
Studied mid sighing and tears;
We stammer and falter over it,
Do not learn it for years.
Yet that is no fault of the Master;
All His lessons are good;
Only our childish folly
Leaves them misunderstood.
And still we go on, learning,
And learning to love our school;
Learning to love our Master,
Learning to love His rule.
And by and by, we children
Shall grow into perfect men,
And the loving, patient Master
From school will dismiss us then.
No more tedious lessons,
No more sighing and tears,
But a bound into home immortal,
And blessed, blessed years!
-Elizabeth Prentiss
Little children at school,
Learning our daily lessons,
Subject to law and rule.
Life is the school, and the Master
is the Man Jesus Christ,
We are His charity scholars,
His the teaching unpriced.
Slowly we learn, all His patience
Is hourly put to the test;
But often the slowest and dullest
He pities and loves the best.
Still, we sit at the feet of our Master,
Very low at His feet.
Study the lessons He sets us,
Sometimes lessons repeat.
Some of the lessons are pleasant,
Pleasant, and easy to learn;
The page of our task-book simple,
Simple and easy to turn.
But anon the reading is painful,
Studied mid sighing and tears;
We stammer and falter over it,
Do not learn it for years.
Yet that is no fault of the Master;
All His lessons are good;
Only our childish folly
Leaves them misunderstood.
And still we go on, learning,
And learning to love our school;
Learning to love our Master,
Learning to love His rule.
And by and by, we children
Shall grow into perfect men,
And the loving, patient Master
From school will dismiss us then.
No more tedious lessons,
No more sighing and tears,
But a bound into home immortal,
And blessed, blessed years!
-Elizabeth Prentiss
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