This blog is a catalogue of the stuff going on in my life. Some stuff is on here just for educational purposes. Some is just posted to keep my family updated. It's an alternative to Facebook.
Since the last post I have been trying to lose weight. I think I may have lost two pounds - but I can't be sure. My weight can vary by a few pounds in a day - so I am trying to weigh myself at the same time each day.
Just in case you were interested, here is a picture of my Gut:
I can get a flat stomach! (hopefully I will post a slimmer me in a few months...)
I am going to try and cut back on carbs and other high GI stuff. It is more difficult that you think.
Bacon and egg every day should help (rather than that high GI cereal).
Set to a Finland Patriotic Song - this hymn is a favourite of many.
Lyrics are in the video.
It was actually written by a German lutheran lady called Katharina Amalia Dorothea von Schlegel and translated into English 100 years after she penned it.
Sadly I know little about the writer Henry F. Lyte - only what is on Wikipedia. Great Hymn though.
As Solomon of old said:
"It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth. It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools."
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out lifes little day;
Earths joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempters power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Words: Henry F. Lyte, 1847.
Two further verses in the full version are:
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.