Nature Study and Time

I am working on lesson plans this morning. I noticed this addition to the AO Year 5 book list. I love it:

Supplies for Nature Study:

*Nature notebook and pencils or paint for each student

*Begin to build a library of regional field guides

* Plenty of time to allow Nature Study to be a fun learning experience for both parent and child.

Plenty of time. We have to specially set it aside so we will have it for the best uses...

"Nowadays we are all in too much of a hurry." --Eve Anderson

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed,
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains can reach
The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gate of death--
He enters heav'n with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, in deed, and mind,
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

No prayer is made by man alone;
The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus on th'eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

O Thou by Whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray.

--James Montgomery 1771-1854

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'll sit, forever viewing
Mercy streaming in His blood:
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

Truly blessed is this station
Low before His cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Floating in His gracious eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much-- I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life reviving from His death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go,
Prove His wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more deeply know.

--James Allen (1734-1804)