Sunday nights at our house; our house usually looks like this on Sunday nights- we have anywhere from 6 to 10 bible college students plus a family or two for dinner and fellowship. On the menu last night was Chicken Tortilla soup, (made in the crockpot, very easy) corn bread, salad and mud pie. Our bible college (called The Full time training) is a strict environment and the students live in a dorm situation with lots of rules. They like to come over to our house and just hang out. We love having them over, they are alot of fun, we get to hear what they are learning, and they are such a good example for our kids of young people who love the lord and are running after Him. Last night Jonah and Andrew shared a song out of our hymn book, but with a different melody. The words really touched me, and specially after Jonah told us it was written by Madame Guyon while she was in prison. I don't know anything about her, I guess I have more reading to do after the Fall reading challenge, but I wanted to share the words:

A little bird I am.
Shut from the fields of air, And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there; Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, My God, it pleaseth Thee.

Nought have I else to do,
I sing the whole day long; And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song; He caught and bound my wandering wing;
But still He bends to hear me sing.

Thou hast an ear to hear
A heart to love and bless; And though my notes were e'er so rude,
Thou wouldst not hear the less; Because Thou knowest as they fall,
That love, sweet love, inspires them all.

My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly; But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty; for prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.

O it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above! To Him whose purpose I adore,
Whose providence I love; And in Thy mighty will to find
The joy, the freedom of the mind.

A really sweet song, I wish I could share the melody-it made it all the better. The really great part of the evening was later, after everyone left- we were able to talk to the girls about Paul being in prison and writing to the believers about rejoicing. We enjoy Sunday nights so much, we get to feed the brothers and are in our turn fed by them.