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Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
I saw a Christmas tag on my friend Laney's blog, and it looked really fun!! So, I am going to try it! :)
1. Do you believe Jesus is the reason for the season? Yes!! Jesus is the REAL reason for the season! :)
I tag...anyone that has read all of this! lol :)
Today we are going to my Grandma C's and Grandpa T's house to celebrate Christmas with them! Uncle Eric, Aunt Lisa and my cousins Erica, Matthew, Christina, Simon, and Timothy will be there too! I am really excited! :D
Have a great day, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas! :)
Love, Liz
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Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
Wow, it has been quite a while since I last posted. I have a some updates for you, so keep reading on! :)
On Tuesday we had our first snow!! It was just a dusting, but it was still snow! lol :) It looked beautiful!!
Here is what our backyard looked like! :)
And here is our front yard, from my room's window view.
On Wednesday, it was my Mom's Birthday! My dad bought her a cake and for her gift we got her lots of pretty yarn, because she knits now. :) The cake was so beautiful and yummy!
It is also beginning to look a lot like Christmas, because I have made my Christmas Cards for family and friends! I got a Christmas stamp set at a yardsale this summer for $5, and it probably was the best $5 dollars I have spent! The cards turned out great!
Here is the card's design! I think the stamp on it is so cute! After I stamped the stamp onto the paper, I used colored pencils and colored in the stamp. :) The inside of the card has a stamp also, that is Luke 2:11.:)
Here I am making cards! I always make a mess while making them. It helps me to have all my materials in front of me. lol :)
Tonight my sister and I are going Christmas shopping with my Grandma and Aunt. We are buying gifts for my parents! Hope and I have some ideas...:)
Also, do you like my new template? I needed to make it wintery. :) I have been wanting a little more room for pictures, so I stretched this template a little bit. Do you like it? :)
Have a Wonderful day, thanks for reading!
Love, Liz
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Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
This week is our Thanksgiving Break! We didn't get a fall break, so my mom is letting us take a week off for Thanksgiving! :)
During the break, we are painting my room! I am really excited! We painted it yesterday, and today we are touching up the paint, and putting my furniture in my room! This is the color we painted it...
The color is really pretty, I think. I am aiming for an Old-fashion Victorian looking room. :) I will be sure to post pictures when my room is done!
Also, on Thanksgiving we are going to my Grandma's house! I can't wait to eat the yummy food! :)
What are you all doing for Thanksgiving?
Have a great day!
Love, Liz
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Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
A few weeks ago we went to a friend's football game, and near the football field was a park. The leaves were so beautiful there, and my dad has his camera with him! We just had to take a some pictures! :)
Here Hope and I are together. :)
Me standing by the beautiful leaves! :)
I loved the yellow leaves! God is so amazing! :)
They had a little bench, the pefect spot for photo-taking! :)
Ahhh, playing with leaves! ;)
Leaving a beautiful fall day....:)
Love, Liz
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Posted By Ivy Leigh in Stories
This is a work of fiction. I was listening to Moonlight Sonata and it just....came. So I hope you enjoy it.
I don’t know what brought me to visit the old burned out shell of a warehouse that day, but it changed my life more than I can even begin to tell you. But when I reached the deteriorating structure, I only vaguely remembered getting there. For a moment I puzzled over why I was there, however, the moment I heard strains of the most heartbreakingly beautiful music drifting from one of the back rooms, I knew. I began to shake and fear urged me to run, but the soft melody pulled me in closer and closer as if the notes themselves were animating my body. When I saw him, something inside me broke, and tears began sliding down my face. Though I had never seen him before in my life, he was dear to me; the exotic refrain resonating from the oddly preserved grand piano he sat at washed through my being, making me feel as if I’d known him my whole life; that beautiful street urchin. I stood there in complete silence as the last measure dissolved into the dusty air, tears dried on my face, watching him in hushed, sorrowful awe. Suddenly, he looked up and noticed me, shock and embarrassment frozen on his face. He cautiously moved towards me, one hand reaching up to my face, as if he were about to brush my tears away. He looked to be about nine years old, ash and dried blood caked on his face and matted in his hair. But his hands were clean, as if he hated the thought of dirtying those beautiful white keys he had been lovingly caressing just moments before. I also noticed his eyes; shockingly green with flecks of gold and royal blue. “What is your name?” I whispered huskily. “I don’t have one,” he answered listlessly, casting his eyes downward. Without another word, I kneeled and wrapped my arms around his tiny body, letting my tears flow silently again. “Hush,” he breathed, stroking my hair, “it will be all right.” We stayed like that for a very long time, and when the sun began sinking behind the crumbling buildings, turning the sky scarlet, we spoke again. “Where did you learn to play?” “Nowhere. I can’t read music,” he said simply, in a tone befitting a much older person. “How do you get your songs?” “From my head….they’re there. Always playing.” “You mean you made up that song?” “Yes. In a way. You see, I AM my songs. They’re all I know.” I couldn’t answer. There wasn’t anything I could say. It was if all my words, my entire self, was gone. Absorbed by his aura. I pulled away from him, staring deeply into his vast enveloping eyes when he began to evaporate. Somehow I knew it would happen and I could tell he always had. He smiled sadly and placed his tiny warm hand on my face, closing his eyes. A pain shot through me for a moment before it numbed and eventually faded, but I could tell there was something different. There was music drifting through my head, echoing off everything; his songs. Even now I hear them; all of them, ceaselessly. Sometimes there are new ones. He’s there somewhere, in my head. I dream about him occasionally. But he never sees me. He just sits there at his piano, playing away. And I always wake up crying. Every time I wander the streets I can’t help but check the faces of all the little boys that pass, even though I know he’s not in the world anymore. When I asked him, he didn’t know who he was, but now I do. He was every unwritten song since the beginning of time. |