He Will Never Leave You
• March 19, 2010 - Today. What else? Oh yes....snow.
And we have lots. It's snowing right now as I look out the dining room window, and it supposed to until nightfall--my dad took a sleeping bag and food to work in case he had to spend the night. Relatively common occurence here in CO.
Yes, I will post about those cookies eventually...sorry...I have to go dig out the pictures and cookbook, and I don't have time to do that right now...
Yesterday we went to see Phantom of the Opera done by a small kids' theatre group close by. They had actually done their own version (put together pieces from the play, the movie, the opera, and had taken out the songs *sadly*), but we were quite impressed. Now I want to go watch the movie and maybe read the book...although the story is a little too dark for my complete comfort. It was slightly disturbing when the Phantom hung one of the characters (of course, we didn't see it, only heard, but still, everyone had liked Joseph, poor fellow). Even more disturbing was when Christine was going to marry the Phantom *bleah* (THANKFULLY she didn't), and when the Phantom hung himself. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see the noose around his neck (I know, morbid subject, but just hear me out), and I thought that he had just died from the grief of losing Christine. But then everyone else told me that he had hung himself...*shudders*....but it was still a great story.
Last night I wrote my first official fanfiction, also. About the Phantom and Christine, of course, but I made it more interesting with the fact that the Phantom was rescuing Christine from a 9-foot-tall killer bunny w/ red eyes and fangs. :D It was probably the worst writing I've ever done, so I shan't let any of you read any of it. :P
Gotta go do school. Post to ya later....
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• Mar. 18, 2010 - CODE RED
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Uh-oh! This is bad news- Obamacare is going to be worse than welfare and social (in)security! Not only becasue it's destined to flop, but because it Subjects you to governemt health officials barging into your home, will use YOUR tax dollars to kill unborn childen, rasies your taxes, makes private healthcare expensive, and will cause long waits for care. Just look at Canada. It's bad. This is worse. As of today, yes-no votes are nearly tied. Contact your represantative asn senators TODAY and tell them what you want- vote "no". Pray that this will nto pass! God is bigger than all the democrats in the senate and the house combined! Visit the "code red" link above to find out how to contact yoru senators and representatives and to find updates on the issue. Time is running out! The vote is this weekend- you can't afford (literally) to put this off! |
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• Mar. 18, 2010 - A Poem I Found Online, Very Inspiring!
EVERYTHING
As I awoke to the beginning of a brand new day,
It seemed like waves of trials kept coming my way.
Problem after problem was all I could see,
I cried out, "Lord, what is it you want from me?"
The answer that came from the One Most High,
Was nothing but a very simple reply,
It was one unexpected, but yet rang so true,
It's something He desires from me and from you.
He said, "EVERYTHING"
I want you to know Me as your Savior and Guide,
The One who will always be right there at your side.
I want you to serve Me through the good times and bad,
To sing praises to My Name whether you're happy or sad.
I want your faith to grow stronger as each day goes by,
To trust Me when there's no answers to your questions of "Why?"
To learn of My love and to feel My embrace,
When you're called to endure the hardships you face.
I want no one or nothing to take My place in your heart,
In whatever you should do, I want to take part.
Stand on My promises, let nothing cause you doubt,
In the end you will see that all things will work out.
So you see, My dear child, I want to be your all in all,
To depend on My presence when you stand or when you fall,
When you question just what is it that I want from thee?
My answer is EVERYTHING, as you are EVERYTHING to Me.
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• Mar. 17, 2010 - A happy Saint Patrick's Day to you AND THE WINNER TO MY SCAVENGER HUNT!!!
Posted By Kaylee
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to everybody! Just wanted to let you know that my Scavenger Hunt has come to an end. It is officially over. I have a winner, and if he wants to tell you who he is, he can do so himself.  I will not be announcing the prize to everybody, ONLY the winner will know. He can't tell you what the prize is! (I obviously can't force him not to tell you,,,, but I would really prefer it if he didn't  . In a couple months, I will be doing another hunt. I only had about eleven people doing this hunt, so spread the word, and hopefully more will do it next time! (And if you win next time, you will get to find out what the prize is!!!) Thanks to my participants:
Coolbreeze
Michaelslife
Preacherskid
"K" ( You know who you are!!! lol)
SammyJo
Truthfulone
Nathana tBJU
GameKid
BooBooBecca (who didn't really participate, but spread the word for me!!)
"Anonymous person" -who never let me know who he/she was....
I hope you had fun! And....remember to visit my photography blog
www.homeschoolblogger.com/sunnysphotography
One last thing.....
*chews out the following of my friends who have been online and not responded or done my scavenger hunt*
kent
Pinkrosewhitedove (*sarcastically glares especially at her* JK JK I love ya)
Baylor
BubbaScotster96 (Where the heck are you?! Your blogs are gone and I cant view ur profile?! )
JUST KIDDING! BUT I HAD TO CHEW YOU OUT FOR FUN!!!!! ANYWAY....
Have a happy St. Pattie's Day and don't forget to look at my cartoon meez (at the top right hand corner of my blog) ! I will have some insightful entries coming soon, so do stop by again! Any comments are appreciated~!
Zyri/Kaylee
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• Mar. 17, 2010 - Another Update on Servanthood
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Serve the LORD with Gladness
A few days ago, it was a beautiful day out where I live. My mom and I took a mile-and-a-half walk and I had the windows open while dusting the house. It was absolutely glorious! So what’s the problem? That comes along later on in the evening. After dinner and near dark my mom made a split minute decision to go and rake up small sticks from under a willow tree across the road. Well I was really tired and I really don’t like picking up sticks so instead of serving with gladness, I served with sourness. I knew it was wrong but I really didn’t want to do it. God understand after all right?
Perhaps the excuse the Israelites used when they complained that serving God and following His will involved hunger pains and parched throats. “Surely, He understands of all people” they thought. But instead their complaining cost them a 40 year unnecessary trip in the wilderness. God still took care of them but they weren’t able to enter the promise land for quite some time. Their immediate blessing was delayed because of their ungrateful and distrustful hearts.
Why would God call us to a journey or walk a path that He will not sustain us for? We must trust that no matter the pain, the discomfort, or even the downright agony, that our Father knows exactly what He is doing. Let us not delay the immediate blessings of serving by doing so with a sour attitude. Let’s push through the discomfort and we will find God there. He is the most blessing our lives are ever going to get.
After I realized what I had done (and during servant’s month no less) my heart was grieved and I knew that not only did I make myself miserable by picking up sticks, I also saddened the heart of my Father. I acted just like the Israelites, petty and selfish. If God calls me to do hard things, there will be great rewards!
Make no mistake, serving God is usually the opposite of easy, but it’s worth it. The same applies for what our Master asks us to do. Taking up our cross, dying to the flesh, setting our minds on things above, putting His will and plans before our own, none of it is easy but we can still do it with a glad heart. Joy-what this world needs to see. Joy is not happiness. Joy is not dependant on someone’s circumstances. Joy is in our hearts because He puts it there. Joy is like happiness on steroids. It is ten times better because it can’t be lost. (The joy of the LORD is our strength … Nehemiah 8:10) Joy literally means- to rejoice. Instead of complaining about our circumstances or the hard things God has put into our lives, we need to serve Him with joy! What a testimony to serve through the tough stuff with a joyful heart.
I picture what a different scenario it could have been if I wouldn’t have complained at and during what mom asked me to do. I picture me, singing a praise song and while not necessarily loving getting dirty I would have been inwardly rejoicing in the blessing I’d been given.
I also need to remember that when I complain against human authority or just others in general, I am complaining against God Himself! “Whatever you do, do your work heartily (note says, from the soul), as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that it is form the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve.” Colossians 3:23-24
Not only did I bring myself down by complaining, I also planted a discontentment seed in my Mom’s heart. Negativity produces negativity. Complaining, spurs on more complaining. Someone has to break the vicious circle. I am supposed to be building up and spurring on my brothers and sisters in Christ, the Body of Believers, to righteousness. I cannot do that by complaining, but I can do that by serving with joy and gladness!
Life as a servant is not easy, but the trials just give us a better opportunity to show forth more of His power. We can be the example, we are the example! What kind of example are we setting?
“Serve the LORD with gladness; come before with joyful singing.” Psalm 100:2
Living My Life for the Master,
Kneeling At His Feet
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• Mar. 16, 2010 - Our first story- from Kent!
Posted By Sheilla Kiwi
Chapter 1
I wake to the sound of water passing over rocks. I also hear little birds starting their day singing and flying about. I sit up and look around; I see trees all around and a little stream that runs around me. I notice that I am sitting on a little island in the middle of a small river. My name is Blake, I am 18 and I live in the woods, eat what I can ,and sleep if I must.
I stand and jump over the river to the other side. I start to walk through the woods toward the little village of Murphy. Leaves crunch under my my feet as I walk. All the leaves have fallen from the trees and everything is brown. A crunch from my left startles me, I stop and listen.
“Crunch, Crunch, Crunch,” the noise comes closer.
I jump behind a large oak tree and look around it. I wait for a glimpse of the one that is walking in my woods. I see a huge hairy black mass walking my direction. Two huge yellow eyes that are set back in that giant head seem to be searching for something. They look my way and then suddenly it spots me. I turn and run, I hear loud footfalls right behind me. A huge arm grabs me from behind, I hit the dirt hard. I struggle for a foot hold. I push away that giant arm and start running again. This time the foot falls are more distant. I sprint over a hill and I see Murphy at the bottom of the valley. I turn and look up to see the monster. A four armed bear with a big horn sticking out of the middle of its head. I run as fast as my legs can carry me. As I approach the closest hut, I decide to jump in the window. As the window gets close enough I dive through it. I land on a hard wooden table with 6 men eating at it.
I yell “ get out” and I head for the door. As I exit, I hear a loud crash behind me. I turn to see, and the bear thing has busted through the wall and is charging my way. I sprint through the street and to the village square. I pull out my small ax and turn to face the thing. As it nears it lowers its head and points its horn at me. Right at the last second I fall chest down on the ground. The monster's foot hits me in the side, and the monster and I both go tumbling across the street.
By this time all the villagers have come out to see what is going on.
I swing my ax and it hits the monster's side, it lets out a loud roar and then turns and swipes me in the face. I slide on my side and I slide into a wall. I hear the monster approaching, so I reach for a nearby sword. I pull it up and the monster runs right into it, and lets out anther louder roar. The roar turns into a cry and it fades into a gargle. It lets out one last breath then it falls on top of me. I push the monster off of me and stand. The people begin to clap. I raise a hand and it all is quiet.
“Go back to your business,” I say. The crowd hesitates but then leaves. I turn and walk to the nearby tavern. I enter the room. It is empty, except for the bartender and a older man. I walk over and sit across the table from the man.
“What do you want from me?” He asks.
“I want your son” I reply.
“You have a slash across your face”
I reach up and touch my face I pull it back and blood covers my hand. I must have went numb after I slayed that beast, I think.
“Why do you want my son?”
I think to myself What do I want with his son?. Ah, yes, I remember. “He kidnapped my sister, stole my house and left me to die in the cave of the Dragon”
The man pauses and then speaks, “so be it, but I will tell you nothing.”
I rise and walk over to the bartender. “Do you have an empty room?”
“Yep, but it's 4 shillings”
I toss him the money and walk up the stairs to the room.
As I wake up I think. Where am I, oh, yes, Murphy. I rise and walk to the window. As I gaze out over the village a memory comes to mind.
“Where are you going mommy?” I asked.
“I'm going to town I might not be back for awhile, so be good”
“I will”
That was the last I ever saw of Mother.
I open the window and climb out. The people below didn't even notice me they just go about their lives. As I walk on the roof looking for a way to cross the street unnoticed. I get to the peak of the roof and face the street. I take a couple of steps back. I sprint toward the street and with all my might I push off the roof and I fly through the air. I put my feet out for the landing, my feet hit the small buildings roof and I flip straight over.
I lay on my back looking at the clouds pass over, one looks just like jelly fish. I stand. “Focus ,Blake” I say to myself. “Where would I go if I had kidnapped somebody”. I remember and I start to run. I jump off a house at the edge of the village. I run and I run straight toward the forest; I am going to “Kidnapper Cove”.
Author- Kent
Alright everyone! What do you think?
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• March 15, 2010 - Vanity, thy name is woman
| I spent the early years of my life in the sunny climes of Arizona, happily sunscreen-less for years. I was a poster child for the desert life—bleached blonde hair, brown, glowing skin.
Alas, I’ve paid a bit of a price in later life. My fair skin has developed age spots that no amount of cover-up covers up. So I was intrigued when our family doctor’s practice sent a brochure announcing their services for all kinds of skin care, including age spots treated by laser.
Now I admit I’m really naïve when it comes to stuff other than wash-n-go skin care. I was thrilled in the consultation to hear of a 20-minute treatment where I might feel a sensation of a snapping rubber band on my skin, then voila! Permanently fixed. I studiously counted the main spots at home in the mirror and figured on six or seven big snaps. Piece of cake. Small price for my return to the flawless glow of youth.
I settled back in the comfy chair and gave myself up to the nurse’s pre-treatment facial. Ah, bliss. Some things are just worth the price you pay. Next came a cooling gel to help the laser do its job. Then some special protective goggles to protect my eyes. Nice, I thought.
A twinge passed through my brain when she said she’d start with the most sensitive area, my forehead. I couldn’t remember one of the spots being up there that high, so of course I asked. “Oh,” she said. “We don’t do just the spots, we do your whole face. There’s all kinds of spots under the skin you can see, so this takes care of them all.”
Now my brain was really twinging. My whole face? How had I missed that little item? I was trying to picture what a rubber-band snap on my whole face would feel like.
Then deep concern settled into the pit of my stomach when she handed me a rolled-up towel. You know, the stick-between-your-teeth kind of thing. WHY would I need this?! I clutched it, suddenly dry-mouthed, with alarm bells sounding in my brain. What have I gotten myself into?
Well, I was soon to find out. Lights off, machine whirring, a cold metal thing pressed to one side of my forehead, a blinding flash of light (yes, through the goggles), then a searing pain. My whole body jumped like a defibrillator had just been let loose on me. Rubber band, my foot. Before I could react, she went to the next incremental spot on my forehead and shot me again, proceeding across that vast expanse a millimeter at a time.
Before she was one quarter of the way through the first quadrant, I was panicking. Pain, we’re talking pain. You know what it feels like to burn your skin with your electric curler? This was more like laying your regular iron on your face. Not that I’ve actually done that but you get the idea. All I could think was how much face we had left. By the middle of my forehead, I was thinking, Okay, I’ve done childbirth. This is much shorter. I’ve just got to get a grip. Pain. Blistering pain.
Groaning and teary-eyed, I nodded a frantic yes to her suggestion for a little break. I didn’t want to let her know what a wimp I was, but she might have figured it out by my convulsive bodily response to each shot, the death-grip on my towel, or the sound effects.
I tried deep-breathing, but that didn’t work. My mind went to some of the WWII stories we’re reading in school, the ones about torture in the prison camps. I prayed. A machine malfunction gave me a merciful break halfway through. I, of course, couldn’t bolt as I wished, for what would I do with half of my face swollen and red (after-effects she warned me of), or half speckled and spotted like Jacob’s goats?
She comforted me with the announcement that she’d turned the machine down and that it would be better on the rest of my face. She was right; we were now just a hair over the line from intolerable. Somehow, we came into the home stretch, when she saved the worst for last. Apparently the dip between your upper lip and your nose is really the most sensitive part of your face in this procedure, to which I instructed her forget it. Never in my life had I had an age spot there and didn’t intend to ever grow one.
We were done. I was exhausted. She applied cooling gel that takes your surface skin temperature down ten degrees in three minutes. Then lotion. Then make-up to minimize the red so I wouldn’t scare my daughter who had patiently waited out front for an hour. Instructions on how to use the ice pack and take ibuprofen to deal with the “sunburn sensation.” Comforting words that in a week to ten days I would be radiant and youthful once again.
Well, I’m happy to say that God got the last word. I didn’t get red, I didn’t swell up. I didn’t need ice or pain-reliever. The spots aren’t gone yet, in fact they are quite brown now in their death throes. But I’ve paid the price and the worst is over. And if any of them ever dare to come back, I just might never do this again.
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• Mar. 15, 2010 - Welcome!
Posted By Sheilla Kiwi
Hello,
This was previously a blog for me to make templates, and I still can make them, but I don't get
requests much anymore (which might be best) so I thought I would start a writers blog.
Here, you can send in some of your work and I will post any work that I have. Lyrics, poems, chapters...anything! If you send me a message with what you would like to post, I will check it, and then
if it is okay I will post it. :)
Then you can get feedback from other writers that come by. Feedback can help us all a lot and it can make
your writing better...even if you're just doing it for fun.
Just a couple things to keep in mind-
.Keep your work clean (no language or too descriptive of certain things)
. Be prepared to take criticism
. Be kind and considerate of others as you are critiquing their work
So come along and check out what we've got and enjoy!
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• Monday, March 15, 2010 - The Pastor's Widow and that is all :-P
Posted By Heather Nicole
This is short and to the point. The Pastor's Widow is now on chapter two, and here is an excerpt. Aren't I a good girl?
The night wore past, seeming to take years for it to go by. Some of the men had to return to their families but two stayed to help Daniel until there was nothing more for them to do, then they went out and sat down on the porch and waited. Meanwhile, Daniel – having done all he could for Andy – sat beside his bed and watched over him like a hawk.
It was nearing dawn before Daniel was feeling the effects of the all night watch and felt his eyes drooping against his will. He had just fallen into a light doze when a hand on his arm yanked him out of it. He leaped to his feet, knocked his chair back, and stared wildly about. The candle was burning low and it was hard to make anything out, but when Daniel looked down he was able to see Andy's face and his opened eyes watching him.
“You're awake!” Daniel exclaimed with relief as he knelt beside the bed and grabbed Andy's hand. “How are you feeling? You took a nasty fall.”
Andy forced a smile. “Something spooked my horse,” he whispered, his breathing still heavy.
“Well, you can rest here as long as you need. We can even send for Emily if you like-”
“She won't be able to reach me in time,” Andy interrupted, his tone sending chills through Daniel.
“What are you talking about?” Daniel tried to keep his voice light. “She can come take care of you. You will not be well enough to travel soon.”
Andy shook his head. “Danny, you know about as much of doctoring as I do – which is enough to know I will not be traveling again, except for the last journey I have to take.”
Daniel grasped his hand tighter and fought back the sorrow that was trying to choke him. “Don't talk like that!” he rebuked. “You have a wife you have to take care of now. You have to look after me, remember, you said you wouldn't leave me out here. We are going to work side by side until we cannot work anymore. we-” A sob caught in his throat and he stopped.
“Danny,” Andy whispered, squeezing his hand, “this is all in God's hands – we cannot question it. Don't let this discourage you from continuing on in the task He has called you to – and, Danny, will you do something for me?” His voice grew softer as he spoke.
“Anything,” Daniel managed to get out. He looked Andy in the eyes, fearful to see they were dull and clouding over.
Andy closed his eyes, his breathing slowing and Daniel clung to his hand as if to hold him back from where he knew he was going. “Take care of Em for me,” the dying man whispered, “don't let anything happen to her.”
“I will,” Daniel whispered before he was aware of what he was saying, “I will, Andy.”
“I knew you would,” Andy replied smiling again, “I know I can always trust you.” |
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• Monday 15 March 2010 - Come to the darkside, we have cookies!
Posted By Heather Nicole
Today is a memorial day. In two months to this time I shall be seventeen - ignore those who claim it is twenty-three. I am rather excited - it is my birthday after all, wouldn't you be?However, more so, I am excited to go home if God wills it, to go walking up the farm road again, see the plane, slid on the snow, and fence the board Miraz.
Well, my writing is going nowhere fast, unless you count my stand alone title, The Pastor's Widow. The Marshalls are on hold till I get home and can get my hands on some helpful information, not these websites. I am debating what to do with book eight, or is it nine. Nine. There we go, book nine. it is rather up in the air and I need a butter fly net to nab it.
But, though I am still writing, everyone will be pleased to know I have a real hobby that does not consist of reading encycopedias! I have taken up knitting and am making a blanket - and surprisingly enjoying it. Aren't ye proud of me?
Now, what else can I ramble about so I can pass this off as a good update? The weather? Naw, I want you all to stay awake. Hm, I am not in the least bit sure. I am, somewhat, debating doing a second Hemlock book, only because I have a nice plot for it. However, that is up as well. My good news is I had a plot break though for The Broken Blade which solved the major trouble I was having that was stopping me from writing it. Now all I need is the mountains and wind and I can get to work on it.
Okay, now I should go. I have a pastor waiting, a blanket to make, book to read, and a poor girl who is ready to eat :-D.
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