Gathering when John was home

Still Alive

Hello everyone! Blog Mistress here, just letting you know that the Sauve family is still live and we haven't totally forgotten this blog! :) My schedule has become quite busy lately with several photo shoots and hundreds of pictures to edit the blogs have been put on the back burner for a while. The lack of posts though doesn't mean that we haven't been doing things and have no pictures to share.
This last week has been filled with spending time with John while he is home for a little while before heading back to S. Korea for the next 3 months! Visiting with friends, going on a hike with the fam, having a get together at our house and making memories with siblings are just a few things that he has done while home. I would love to share some pictures, but Blogger has been very troublesome lately and making it difficult to post numerous images without a lot of work but I will try to get some up here soon to give you a glimpse of what we have been doing!

God bless!

~Grace

Put it to My Account

Philemon 18 "But if he has wronged you or
owes anything, put it to my account."

“Put it to My account,” He cries

And wraps His loving arm around

The filthy, wretched sinners at His side.

“The wrongs they’ve done, the debts they owe,

I’ll pay it all, I love them so.

Forgive them, Father, put it to My account.

“Put it to My account,” He says,

“The thorns, the scourge, the bloody death,

I bore it all that justice might be paid.”

“My perfect, spotless righteousness,

Obedient life, the blood I shed

For them, O Father; put it to My account.”

“Put it to My account,” He pleads
“Impute to them My holy life

And when You look at them, You will see Me.”

“Send Your Spirit to be there guide

And give them grace for daily trials;

Their sin, My Father, put it to My account.”

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Put to His account! My life

No longer lived for self but for

The One Who loved enough to die for sinful men.

The Shepherd dies for sheep that stray,

All servants’ debts the Master pays,

My sinful life was put to His account!

Put to His account! What love

To send an only Son that

While I was a sinner, still, He died!

He came, died, rose - atonement made!

It was a price I could not pay,

Praise God! My debt was put to Christ’s account!

~ FAS

Joshua turns 19!

Last Saturday was our #5, resident comedian, and hunting and fishing enthusiast's 19th birthday! Joshua is such a blessing to our family in so many ways and we had a great time celebrating his birthday as a family.


For a birthday present I gave him my 35mm camera.


Guns of the Lion by Douglas Bond


Christianna made this really neat blanket out of canvas/denim and pieces of camouflage fabric.


An Illinois license plate from Mr. Reiche (hunters dream country), Stand Fast in the way of the Truth by Douglas Bond, his own complete tool set and his favorite drink...sparkling cider. ;-)


Mom worked her charm again by crafting a cake that looked like the sword Josh has.


The word of God is powerful and sharper than any sword!

Happy Birthday Josh! May God bless, lead and direct you steps through this next year as you strive to know His will for you and serve Him with your life!

~Grace

Hiking the hills of Hadley

This past Friday found Dad, Grace, Faith, Josiah and I (Josh), once again hiking the rolling hills of the Ortonville Recreation Area with our good friend Mr. Reiche and the men of the Bryson family. God blessed us with a beautiful day full of warm sunshine and cool breezes and we all greatly enjoyed our 5+ mile hike. Now keep in mind that the 5+ miles would be if we were on flat ground. This area however is anything but flat. It seems like every square foot of these trails is either uphill or downhill. Despite sore feet and tired muscles, we were able to appreciate the wonders of God's Creation so I thought I'd share a few pictures from our adventures in the beautiful "Hills of Hadley."

Off we go!

Our guide, Mr. Reiche, consulting his handmade map.


"Beaver" Lake.
(At least thats what we call it.)


Dad and Mr. Reiche on the trail.


Round-Lobed Hepatica. (As the girls pronounced it: "AAAWWWW, how cute!)


The first animal life encountered.
(As you'll see in some of the other pics, I love snakes) :-)


Cute li'l fella. He liked the camera.


A babbling brook.


Our intrepid friend Mr. Bryson.


Me with a gorgeous Blue Racer.
This guy/gal decided to hide in a patch of brambles along with 3 other Racers, and the thorns took their toll on Josiah's and mine arms before I was able to get my hands on him/her.


Isn't He handsome?
(The snake I mean) ;)


U F BD IS
(answer at the bottom of the post)


You can see its beautiful blue stripes in this picture.


A good 4 1/2 to 5 feet long.


A-Hiking we go.


Pausing at the crest of a hill.


At the base of Pinnacle Point looking up...


...on the way up...
(Notice Faith's bent-over, "I'm almost dead" posture.)


...almost there...


...we made it!


At the top. This used to be a cottage resort, owned by a Mr. William Neer.
Check out this link for more info.


Daniel, Timothy and I resting on Pinnacle Point.


The photographer, (Grace) Matthew and Mr. Reiche.


Twacy and I among the rubble.
(No she's not actually taller than me.)


Looking down one of the trails. Kinda steep huh?


Rest stop.


Sore feet Dewey? :)


Discussing our route with Mr. Reiche.


New spring growth.


Off we go again.


An old stone well.



Two sisters on the steps of an old ruined cottage.


Consulting the map.


Find the animal in the picture. Pretty well camouflaged isn't he?


Cute little guy.


Another garter snake.


A pretty little pond in the hills.


Theres something about boys and throwing rocks in ponds.


Sploosh!

Drop a pebble in the water:
just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center,
flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling
where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water:
in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing
to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river
just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading
from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them,
once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart
a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy
ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume
of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling,
and there's joy circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort
whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water
just by dropping one kind word.

~By James W. Foley~

U F BD IS= You have beady eyes. Same as CDC=See the sea?

Adios for now!