Sorry I have not had much time to write. We have been very busy and when we do have a minute we are so exhausted!
Yesterday we went to Thai church and to the market for lunch. Maggie and I participated with the Sunday school.
Today we went touring in Bangkok. We saw the reclining Buddha and the Temple of Dawn. We rode on a train, taxi, and river boat. I hope I can upload some of the pictures later.
The boys are doing well. Jadon has been up in the middle of the night, every night, and not able to go back to sleep for a couple of hours. He keeps the rest of us awake as we are all sharing a room.
Tonight we eat at the Veldhorst's. Tomorrow we will be visiting the christian school among other things.
I am too tired to proof this.
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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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