Sunday was such a beautiful day in Lower Brule. The river was myriad shades of crisp blue, ribboned with light brown threads of sand. Much of the highway that winds between Lower Brule and Fort Thompson follows the ridgeline, and we were treated to a slightly arial view a
s we commuted from morning service to the picnic area at the dam to cook our dinner and pick up the van for gathering children for the afternoon children's service and back to Fort Thompson to return the van and drop in on their evening service. We couldn't resist stopping to snap a picture or two. It was a perfect day to cook our Sunday dinner, and it was a nice respite from the day. I am sure that God gives us beautiful days and beautiful scenery especially for our enjoyment, and I don't want to miss what He sends to us 
We were encouraged when a gentleman stopped in to talk to us during the time we were there at the church. He expressed an interest in the church, and I believe that he will sometimes attend there. He told of his alcoholism, and how his wife led him to God. Since he gave his life to God, he has been changed. His heart is heavy for two of his daughters who are following the alcohol road, and he asked prayer for them. We will be making contact with him again very soon.
Children's church was lively , but fun. We fall in love with the Sioux children so easil
y. They steal our hearts. Four little children came in for service as it was finishing and the children were boarding the bus, and they seemed so disappointed to have missed it. I was staying behind; and so we talked about the story of Noah (our lesson for yesterday), and they put our Betty Luken's pictures up on the board. We colored and talked for awhile. The two littlest girls slipped into calling me "grandma, " and it stuck. I am very pleased and recognize the honor of being addressed in this way. The one girl wanted to take a picture of me, and one of the little ones wanted to be on "grandma's" lap. Suits me fine!! 
s we commuted from morning service to the picnic area at the dam to cook our dinner and pick up the van for gathering children for the afternoon children's service and back to Fort Thompson to return the van and drop in on their evening service. We couldn't resist stopping to snap a picture or two. It was a perfect day to cook our Sunday dinner, and it was a nice respite from the day. I am sure that God gives us beautiful days and beautiful scenery especially for our enjoyment, and I don't want to miss what He sends to us We were encouraged when a gentleman stopped in to talk to us during the time we were there at the church. He expressed an interest in the church, and I believe that he will sometimes attend there. He told of his alcoholism, and how his wife led him to God. Since he gave his life to God, he has been changed. His heart is heavy for two of his daughters who are following the alcohol road, and he asked prayer for them. We will be making contact with him again very soon.Children's church was lively , but fun. We fall in love with the Sioux children so easil
y. They steal our hearts. Four little children came in for service as it was finishing and the children were boarding the bus, and they seemed so disappointed to have missed it. I was staying behind; and so we talked about the story of Noah (our lesson for yesterday), and they put our Betty Luken's pictures up on the board. We colored and talked for awhile. The two littlest girls slipped into calling me "grandma, " and it stuck. I am very pleased and recognize the honor of being addressed in this way. The one girl wanted to take a picture of me, and one of the little ones wanted to be on "grandma's" lap. Suits me fine!! 
Natasha showed some unbecoming behavior at first in the services, but we tried to give her a little extra attention; and she has responded. She carefully colored her picture, and then she brought it to me and said that she would like to donate it to the church. It is beautiful. We took a picture of her holding the gift, and it will be hung up in the church. Please pray for Natasha.
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