In Case You Were Wondering

A year ago in August, on Megan's first day of 9th grade, I took a picture of her getting ready for school.  When I downloaded the picture from the camera and looked at it, I got smacked right between the eyes with a realization!  A very ugly realization!

I didn't write about it here, but I did say something on Facebook about it.  It was one of those things that you just become oblivious to.  I'd looked at it every day, for 10 YEARS, and no longer saw it.

That towel over the back door's window.

Ugh. That thing needed to go!

I was determined that another 10 years would not pass with that towel being used as a curtain.  Originally, we put it up when we moved into the house, and intended to use it only until I could find a curtain I liked.  Yep, that plan didn't work out so well.

So, I went shopping.  I didn't find any window curtains I liked.  They were either all way too big, or were the type that wouldn't cover the entire window.  I was faced with a choice...either buy a big one and alter it, or start from scratch and make my own.  After looking around for a few weeks, in town, out of town, and on the internet, I just didn't find anything I was crazy about.

I wasn't excited about any of the fabric I saw, but decided on some and bought it.  But I just wasn't into it that much, and, you guessed it, the curtain didn't get made.  A couple of months later, we were in a town with a Hobby Lobby store, and I looked through their fabrics.  I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I knew I just wasn't really seeing it.  I found some that I kind of liked and thought would work, so I bought it.  Again, got it home, just not crazy about it, and no curtain got made.

Every so often over the next year, I'd look at that towel, think some grumpy thoughts, and then go back to ignoring it.

Then, a wonderful thing finally happened!  In November 2012, a Jo-Ann Fabrics and Crafts store opened in my town!  Hooray!  One of the first things I did was go through their fabrics.  Rats.  Didn't find any I liked.  But about a week later, I checked again.  And, Yes!  In the sale pile, I found just what I was looking for!  I bought this wonderful fabric, took it home, and within a couple of days, I had time to make my curtain.

Ah, what a relief it was to finally say goodbye to that old towel!  Never fear, I didn't throw it away, or have a special sacrificial ceremony and burn it, as tempting as that was.  It got added to the "car towel" pile, and it is happily right at home there.

I know some of you saw and commented on that original Facebook post, so there you go.  As Paul Harvey would say, "And now you know the rest of the story".  Just in case you were wondering...and even if you weren't!  ;o)

Lesson Learned

Jesus used parables to teach, and one such story actually came into play at our house recently. 

Do you remember the parable of the talants (from Matthew 25)?  A man was going on a journey, so he gave each of his servants some talents of money to take care of for him.  He gave one servant five talants, another servant two talents, and the last servant got one talent.  Then the man went on his journey.

While he was gone, the servants with the five and two talents put the money to work and doubled what they were originally given.  But the third servant only hid the money and so he didn't gain anything.  When the man came back from his long journey and went to settle up with the servants, he was pleased with the first two, because they doubled his money.  But the third servant was scolded, the talent taken away from him and given to the first servant, and he was cast out, because he did nothing but bury the money for safe keeping.

So, what does this have to do with my family? Late last week, we got a bank statement in the mail.  Megan has a savings account in South Dakota, at the credit union on Ellsworth Air Force Base.  She's had that account since she was a baby, and there's not a ton of money in it, but we have left it there knowing that at some point, it will come in handy.  She has an account here, too, and we have talked about transferring the money from the South Dakota account, but never have done it.  We just didn't bother, because we knew it was in the bank, earning interest.

Until now. 

Here's the part of the parable that applies:  "Well then, you should have put my money on deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have received it back with interest." (Matthew 25:27).

Every so often we get bank statements, and it shows the interest earned on Megan's account.  This time, there was no interest added.  So I looked for an explanation, and down at the bottom of the page, there was a note from the bank, saying the account is now "dormant".  Apparently after a certain amount of time with no deposit, the bank has decided it can keep and use Megan's money for free.  I don't think so!

We will be making a trip to the bank here to set up the transfer.  In doing so, we will be taking the talent away from the servant who only hid it in the ground, and will give it to the servant who will put it to work and make more money.  How annoying, and bold, that a bank will do what they've done. I know they don't have Megan's money set aside gathering dust.  They are using it, and making money off of it, and not passing Megan's share of that profit on to her.  They are stealing from her! 

Even though I know Jesus wasn't really talking about money with the Parable of the Talents, that's exactly how it applies here. 

Lesson learned!

Who Rides on the Clouds

One day last week, we had a breathtaking sunrise, and in the evening, we had a fiery sunset that made everything glow.  We often have one or the other, but to have both in the same day was a treat.

The rest of the day was the middle of this beautiful sandwich.

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the Lord is to be praised. Psalm 113:3 NIV

 

 

Sing to God, sing praise to his name,

 extol him who rides on the clouds-

his name is the Lord-

 and rejoice before him. Psalm 68:4 NIV

 

Amen!

 

 

 



My New Career

Lately, I have a new career. Doggy nurse! It's pretty much a full-time job. Too bad it doesn't pay well. Actually, it doesn't pay at all. Sadly, the vet clinic is getting paid plenty! In the last couple of months, four out of our five dogs have made trips, some of them multiple trips, to the vet. I'll start with Teddie's story.

Teddie is 17 1/2 years old. We've actually been seriously doctoring her for the past year. Due to her age, her liver and kidneys are failing, with the liver being most advanced. Because of this, she has no appetite on her own, and requires a daily pill so she will eat, which still isn't much. She's not in pain, she's still a happy girl, but with the medication, we don't have to watch her starve to death. Her heart is strong as can be.

Also due to her age, she has eye problems.  One eye has glaucoma, the other eye has an ulcer on the cornea that will not heal.  We are told the ulcer is because of her age, her immune system doesn't work well, and her cells don't regenerate.  Her eye looks terrible, but it doesn't seem to be bothering her at all.  Even though the eye will probably never heal, medication keeps it from getting worse.  She has two different eye drops that she gets several times a day, and an antibiotic pill twice a day for her eye.

Also due to her age, she has developed a cough, which is not due to anything like congestive heart failure, but it's sort of a permanent bronchitis, also due to her immune system not working well.  As long as she's on a certain antibiotic, the cough is mostly gone.  The minute we stop the medication, the cough immediately comes back, and it is very croupy. 

Poor Teddie.  She gets three pills in the morning, one type of eye drops two or three times per day, and the other eye drops every three to four hours!  At night, she gets another pill.  Poor dog!  I feel terrible for her.  I'm always having to do something to her, but she's a pretty good sport and endures.  Believe me, this is all to keep her comfy.  I know we are getting closer to the end of her life, and if the time comes that she starts to suffer, we will let her go.  I won't allow her to be in pain or so sick that she can't enjoy life.  Until that time, I will do whatever I can to make her comfortable.  As long as she's happy, I'm happy.

You can see the ring on the eye from the ulcer, and the other eye bulges from the glaucoma. Getting old just stinks!

The next patient was Sweet Pea.  She developed a rather large, squishy lump covering her chest and running down her belly.  Thankfully, it is a benign lipoma.  It slowly grows, but the vet doesn't want to remove it unless it starts to cause her problems.  The surgery would be so extensive and painful for her, that it's just not worth it.  Sweet Pea doesn't have any pain or discomfort with this, it just looks and feels icky.  I'm so glad there's no medication or treatment she has to go through.  It is a strictly "keep an eye on it" type of thing.

Sweet Pea with her chest tumor.  Not easy to see here, it bulges out in front, and you can kind of see how it's starting to look kind of lumpy next to her leg.

Next up is Pip.  Thursday night, Pip crawled under the couch and threw up.  It was weird and random, so I thought, but that's what she did.  When we pulled the couch out to clean it up, there were at least eight other old barf spots under there.  Chad commented that now we knew what she was doing when we weren't home.  Ugh!  No food in any of the "puddles", just liquid.  So, off to the vet we went yesterday.  After a thorough exam and a couple of tests, the vet is confident that Pip is making too much stomach acid, and before mealtimes (morning and evening), the excess acid is upsetting her tummy.  Thankfully, there's a very easy fix for this problem.  Pip now takes Zantac twice a day, and hopefully we won't have anymore vomit surprises!

Hopefully Zantac will have Pip's tummy feeling all better.

And last, but certainly not least, is Jack.  He was really going to town last night with licking his foot.  Poor guy, he's got a split nail on one of his front paws.  There was a ridge down that nail, and it split open, clear down to the quick, and was bleeding.  Ouch!  So after a call to the vet (they know me so well now!), it was time to doctor that toe.  Jack HATES having his feet messed with, and gets snappy if you mess with his nails (claw clipping is NOT fun), and he really didn't want me messing with this sore nail.  The vet said to clean the toe and claw with betadine (That had to sting!),  and fill in the fissure with cornstarch to help stop the bleeding.  Next, I had to smear anti-biotic ointment on the toe and around the nail, then bandage the toe and nail.  Then we were instructed to put a sock on him and tape it to his leg.  Since it's wet outside from melting snow, Jack also gets a bread sack "boot".  It will take a few days for the quick to harden and not start to bleed, so this will be how we take care of his toe and nail for awhile.

Oh, the indignities!

Jack was not at all happy with any of this operation, and he's a very big and strong boy.  To keep him still while I worked on him, Chad had to literally straddle his back (wasn't easy getting Jack to lay down for this), and sit on him to keep an escape from happening.  After the Jack rodeo, I thought he'd be trying to get the sock off and be working on the bandage in nothing flat.  But that isn't happening!  He's leaving everything alone, and didn't even mind wearing his "boot" outside.  It's pretty funny though; walking with the sack on his foot, he sounds like he has a flat tire!

Bet you wish you had such fancy footwear!

So, if anyone needs me, just look for me at my doggy hospital!










Roy G Biv

This winter, we've had a visitor every sunny day.  His name is Roy G Biv.  Every time Roy visits, he leaves something on the carpet, and sometimes on the furniture.  But I really don't mind. 

Would you?

Jack Antics

Jack is quite a fireball.  He is perfectly coiled energy, poised for action.  At any moment, he will spring and take the world by force!

Here, see for yourself...

The view from where I was sitting.

The view from where Megan was sitting.

Ready to spring into action!

Total holiday excitement, right here!

Oh, I love this dog!

Happy New Year, 2013!

I am so glad 2013 is here!  2012 had it's good times and blessings, but it also had some very hard and definitely not fun times for my family, and I am ready to be out with the old, and in with the new.  We are counting our blessings, hoping and praying for good health and peace, and we are thankful for God's mercy and grace.

Last night, we stayed home to celebrate, and just went upstairs to mom's.  Gwen, a good friend, part of the family really, came over, and we had an interesting combination of yummy things to eat.  A mixture of tacos, nachos, fresh guacamole, a selection of meats and cheeses, fresh veggies, crackers, dips, pie and watergate salad!  We all sampled a bit of everything, and the beauty of it all is leftovers!  I will not have to cook at all today!

After eating, we played a rollicking game of "Dumb Ass" (a trivia game).  I know some of you may be wondering why we were playing a game with a name like that; it is an inside family joke, and despite the name, it is a fun game!  The only problem with it is, you can only play it once, because you'll already know all the answers if you play it again, and that would be no fun.  We were able to play several noisy rounds before we ran out of cards (first person to shout out the correct answer wins the card).

Next, we played Monopoly.  We had a few hours to wait for 2013 to arrive, so we got busy making each other go bankrupt.  It was a lot of fun; there were many houses and hotels bought, sold back, bought again, sold back again, lots of properties mortgaged, and wow, the jail was a very busy place!  Actually, when the houses and hotels started showing up around three sides of the board, jail was the safest place to be!  It was a lot of fun, and in the end, Gwen cleaned us all out, owned everything, and the game ended with just a few minutes left of 2012.  Interestingly enough, Megan was the last one to avoid losing it all to Gwen.  That's my baby; Megan, the railroad magnate!

We spent those last minutes cleaning up the game and the kitchen, then as 2013 made its debut, we opened the sparkling grape juice, wished a Happy New Year to all, and ended our little gathering.

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year, and may God's blessings be abundant in 2013!

Chad's Idea of Fun

The 'ol Buick has been needing a bit of work done, so Chad decided today was the day!  The car needed new bearings and struts, so he got busy taking things apart.  He's like a kid in a candy store when he gets to do things like this, and considers it a very successful project if he knocks the skin off of at least one knuckle.  So, I was not surprised when he happily showed me a very dirty and bleeding knuckle about an hour into the project!

There were a lot more parts spread around earlier, but he got them put back on before I got the picture taken.  He's actually finishing up here.

I am glad he's mechanically inclined.  It's all like a giant tinker toy to him.  There isn't much he can't fix on our vehicles, and I'm sure it saves us a ton of money, as well as gives him an afternoon of what he considers fun.

Drive Safe 'n Sanitary

My family has a tradition that goes back to my great-grandfather Mackey; when leaving on a trip, we say "Drive (or sometimes travel) safe and sanitary!"  This often leads to very interesting and funny discussions about all the ways one could try to be unsanitary while traveling!

This sign is around either
Basin or Greybull, Wyoming

Yesterday was Christmas, and we went upstairs to my mom's (she has a very nice apartment attached to our house), to open gifts and have brunch after.  One of the gifts my mom gave to my husband, Chad, was a book titled The Jumbo Duct Tape Book.  On the cover, it says, "The Gigantic, Exhaustive, Really Thick, Ultra Informative, Mother-of-em-all Book by Jim and Tim, The Duct Tape Guys". It also says, "wacky and tacky".  And it is a very thick book!

Chad was kind of randomly flipping through it and reading the interesting tidbits about duct tape (who knew there were so many!), and he quickly came across this little gem:

Travel Toilet Hygiene

Are you going to trust your hygiene to those flimsy tissue toilet-seat covers? Heck no! Do what we do: before you travel anywhere, cover your entire backside with duct tape! You'll be safe and sanitary for the whole trip.

Hmmm, perfectly logical, of course!  So, there you go.  One more way to travel safe and sanitary!

This sign was for sale in an antique store in Cody, Wyoming

 

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to one and all!  I pray that you will all be richly blessed today, and in the coming year.

Luke 2 (KJV)

⁸ And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

⁹ And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

¹⁰ And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

¹¹ For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

Thank you, Lord, for sending us your Son, our Savior; a gift none of us deserves, thank you for your love, mercy and grace.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for coming to earth, born a sweet babe that would grow into the man who gave his life on the cross for MY sins, so that I may live with you in eternity!  A debt I can never repay, a gift I humbly accept.  I love you!  As we celebrate your holy birth, I thank you for your many, many blessings, and for forgiving my sins. 

Thank you, Holy Spirit, for dwelling within me; for being my guide, counselor and comforter.

Come, Lord Jesus!  Amen.

Christmas Eve



I don't know who to credit for this beautiful picture, but I love it. I found it in Google Images.

Christmas Eve is here, and I am continuing to heal after my surgery.  The recovery has taken longer than I'd anticipated, and I had more pain than I was ready for, but I am feeling so much better without my gallbladder. 



Due to having three incisions right on my waistline, including a fairly large one, I have yet to wear anything other than sweats. I haven't been able to leave the house much. Sitting in the car is still uncomfortable, but I was determined to ride around last night with my husband and daughter to see the Christmas lights.  I was more than ready to get out of the car when we'd finished, but the quick tour was well worth the discomfort I felt. We saw so many beautiful displays!



Today, I am looking forward to doing some preparing for our Christmas Eve plans this evening, and getting things ready for Christmas Morning! Lots of gifts to wrap, and a couple of quick recipes to throw together. We will be having a fairly simple meal tonight, as I am not up to a ton of cooking yet.  My mom will be handling most of it, but I think I will put together a "Watergate Salad" from my Grandma Rose's recipe. 

I don't know if I will feel well enough to attend the Christmas Eve service at church, but I am looking forward to one of my very favorite family traditions; listening to my mother read the story of Jesus' birth from Luke chapter 2, in the King James version.  Normally I read NIV or NLT, but for the Christmas story, I love the poetic KJV, and no other version sounds right.  It wouldn't be Christmas Eve without hearing mom read the story!



I hope you have some wonderful family traditions that you will be enjoying tonight.

May your Christmas Eve be blessed!

So Long! Buh Bye!

Yesterday was surgery day, and now I am minus one gallbladder!  Hopefully after recovery, I will be feeling much better without my stony friend.

Let the adventure begin!

Before I went in, I was told my surgery would take about an hour, and I'd probably spend about another hour in recovery, then I would be able to go home.  I was wheeled into the operating room right at 8 a.m., so imagine my surprise when I woke up in the recovery room at 10:15 a.m.!

Chad was in the room with me, he'd just gotten there after speaking to the doctor, and I asked him why was I so long in surgery.  He said we'd talk about it later. Talk about making my heart jump! I said,  "No, we'll talk about it now!"

I'd had a minor complication.  As the doctor was doing the internal sutures, way down inside, the suture needle broke.  The doctor said he knew there was a problem when only half the needle came back out when he went to complete that stitch.  He had to open up a much larger incision in order to find it and get it out, so instead of four small punctures, I have three small puncturs and one 3" to 4" inch incision; this is what I was told, it's under a dressing I've been ordered not to remove, so I haven't been able to see it for myself (the little ones all look good).  Hunting for the "needle in a haystack"-AKA-my innards, took some time and then the extra large hole had to be closed up, so that's why I was so long in the operating room.

Whew! That's all it was!  I was really worried there for a minute!  Turns out Chad wasn't really trying to soften the blow, he just didn't think I was awake enough to remember anything yet, and he didn't want to have to tell me over and over again.  Turns out, I was plenty awake!

Poor Chad!  During my extended surgery, he was out in the waiting room, really wondering what was going on and why it was taking so long.  After awhile, he started hearing the receptionist calling the other surgical patients on the schedule to tell them to come about 45 minutes later than they were originally told.  Finally, the doctor came out and got Chad, and explained the delay. 

My doctor is a wonderful Christian man, and I know he felt terrible about what happened.  He told Chad he wasn't sure why the needle broke, must have twisted it just right or something, and he was very apologetic about the whole thing.  We could tell he felt badly about it, but I'm not upset in the least.  Of all the possible complications he told me about before my surgery, this was by far preferable to any of those!  Yes, I will have a longer recovery time, and my belly will be more swollen and sore for awhile (I definitely will NOT be doing any sit-ups in the near future, and getting out of bed is not very fun), but all's well that ends well!

I Need More Time!

Long time, no blog!  I have not dropped off the face of the earth, I've just been crazy busy!  Christmas is fast approaching, and I am not ready!  I sort of have an early deadline this year to get gifts I'm making finished, especially the ones that need to go in the mail.  They need to go out tomorrow, or they won't make it to their destinations until after Christmas. I found out a little over a week ago that I'd be having surgery this coming Monday, and I don't exactly know how quickly I will recover from that.  I hope it will be fast, but I will just have to wait and see.  I'm not counting on feeling much like working on Christmas gifts while I recover, so trying my best to get everything done by this weekend.

So far, I've gotten quite a lot accomplished, but I have two more things to finish making before the Post Office closes tomorrow.  A couple of other gifts that will be staying in town I can finish over the weekend.  One thing that I am glad to have all done on time is a project Chad and I worked on together this year.  There is an angel tree in town for veterans living at the VA home in Buffalo, and also at the VA hospital in Sheridan.  This is the first time I have heard of this particular angel tree, but I guess they've been doing it for several years.  Chad being an Air Force veteran, and getting most of his medical work done through the VA, makes this something we both jumped at when we heard about it.  It's kind of funny, I think maybe the Spirit was moving, because we both heard about the tree on the same day.  Chad heard about it on the radio, and I saw a small blurb in the newspaper.  So that evening, almost at the same time, we were telling each other about this tree! 

We happily went and plucked two cards off that tree.  I always pray that God will put the card in my hand belonging to the person needing me most in situations like this.  I chose a veteran with quite an extensive list.  Nothing too expensive, mostly things like some clothing, personal items, puzzle books and Christmas treats.  The other one Chad chose had quite a small list, mostly personal items, clothing and towels.  It was so humbling for both of us to see that of all the things they could have asked for, these men chose such simple things that everyone needs on a daily basis, and to think that they don't have these things, breaks my heart a little bit.  We had a wonderful time shopping for both of these men, and then packaging up their gifts and wrapped rather large boxes for them both.  Before the boxes were sealed, I enclosed a Christmas card for each with just our first names.  I hope they feel the love that we enclosed in the packages with their gifts.  I don't know the names of these two men, but God does, and what their needs are.  They are in our prayers.

So, now back to work with me!  I have a lot to get done today!

Breakfast, Please

Our dogs have a morning routine.  When Chad gets up in the morning, he takes them out to do their business.  By the time they come back in, I'm making Chad's lunch, and I get some doggie help.  You know, in case some of those nasty crumbs fall to the floor or something, I have a furry cleanup crew.

After Chad and Megan get out the door for work and school, the dogs all put themselves back to bed.  It's really pretty funny to watch them wander to their favorite napping spots around the house as soon as the door closes.  They go snooze for another couple of hours, then they will start getting up and asking for breakfast.  Jack is usually the first one, then the rest follow.  His method of asking is to come find me wherever I am, sit in front of me, and grunt.  Not whine, not bark, not growl.  Grunt.  He sounds like a disgruntled old man, and it cracks me up every time!

Yesterday, I was at the computer blogging away, when Jack decided it was time for breakfast.  Jack grunted.  I continued to type.  Jack grunted more loudly.  I said, "Just a minute, buddy, I'm almost done."  Jack didn't feel like waiting, so he grunted, then reached up with a paw and tapped my elbow.  By now, Pip has joined in the breakfast request club, and is sitting beside me doing her squeaky version of begging.  Now I'm giggling as I continue to type.  Finally, Jack decided he needed to take drastic action.  With much bumping and thumping, he shoved his way under the computer desk, which was not easy; he's a big guy.  He then managed to wiggle his head in between my knees, looked up at me, and grunted.  Loudly! 

"Helloooooooo! Starving dog here!"

So glad the camera was right next to me on the desk!  After my fit of giggles, I put poor Jack out of his misery and fed the dogs their breakfast.  Funny, after he gets his food, I never hear a thank you...

A Hymn With My Father

I always have music running through my mind.  It can be anything from bad 80's music (yes, just because it's bad, that doesn't stop my brain from playing it over and over and over...), to something more recent and harder rock, to hymns.  It's pure torture if it happens to be a country song.  Not a fan of country music, unless it's George Strait, but that's another story.  Sometimes it's just a snippet of a song if that's all I know of it, sometimes it's only a verse or maybe just the chorus, but there is always something running through the soundtrack of my mind.  This morning, it was the hymn "I Surrender All".

Written in 1896, this is a hymn that I have heard and sung many times through the years.  I only know the first verse and chorus by heart, for the rest, I would need a hymnal, or in this case, Google.  Anyway, this was running through my head this morning.  I wasn't singing or even humming out loud, but as I listened to it in my mind for who knows how long, it hit me that my dad was singing harmony!

So, I listened more closely.  Yep, definitely Dad.  Countless times I had been next to him in church as we sang this hymn, and he would always sing the harmony part.  There have been other times since my dad died that I have "heard" him singing something, but for some reason, it really hit me today. Usually it happens in church with a familiar hymn or praise song, and I will stop singing myself and just listen to Dad.  He was a much better singer anyway, and I'd rather hear him than me any day.  Today, I decided to experiment a little.  If I quietly hummed, could I still hear him singing his part?  Yes!  If I upped the volume on my humming could I still hear him?  Yes!  If I sang out loud, could I still hear him?  Yes!  It is no small thing for me to hear him singing harmony, when this is something I cannot do myself.  I've always wanted to be able to harmonize, but it is not a talent I was given.

None of this is really earth-shattering, but when I stop to think about it, it blows my mind!  How awesome is our God as creator, that this soft, squishy stuff, so fragile that it is encased in our skulls for protection, can be so powerful as to allow me to share a hymn with my father over seven years after his death, and I can really hear his voice?

Amazing!  And I am so very thankful for this gift.


I Surrender All

All to Jesus, I surrender;
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

Refrain:  I surrender all, I surrender all,
All to Thee, my blessèd Savior,
I surrender all.

 

All to Jesus I surrender;
Humbly at His feet I bow,
Worldly pleasures all forsaken;
Take me, Jesus, take me now.

Refrain

 

All to Jesus, I surrender;
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
Let me feel the Holy Spirit,
Truly know that Thou art mine.

Refrain

 

All to Jesus, I surrender;
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power;
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

Refrain

 

All to Jesus I surrender;
Now I feel the sacred flame.
O the joy of full salvation!
Glory, glory, to His Name!

Refrain