Tuesday, June 28, 2016

A Question and the Verse of the Week #59


Hello friends, I have a question for you.
Is there any kind of posts that you would like me to write? Any topics?
Please comment below if so.

Here is the verse of the week:
"He who forms the mountains, creates the wind, and reveals his thoughts to man, he who turns dawn to darkness, and treads the high places of the earth—the Lord God Almighty is his name."
Amos 4:13 (NIV)


I encourage you to read Amos 4. I opened to it today in an NIV, and I read it...it's a powerful chapter.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Crystal Doorknob...Faith's Story Entry

I am sorry it has been so long getting Faith's entry posted, as well as my Mom's.
NOT MY PICTURE, CLICK FOR SOURCE.

"The door handle was pure crystal glass. Did she dare touch it? Did she even know what might be beyond that simple door, with a knob of crystal glass? She did not know. Her hand reached out again, this was her moment. But...she once again drew back her hand. She didn't really want to know what was beyond the door. Would there be joy? Hardships? But yet, the girl did want to know and continued. This time, summoning all her willpower, she turned the knob slowly. Then it came to pass. She opened the door, and a crowd erupted with applause.This girl was a princess, dressed in a modern yellow dress. And this was her moment to change the world. For the better. She took a deep breath, smiled her wide, cheerful smile, and waved like she had been taught so many times before. Even so, this was her first day of putting it into practice."

*~*~*~*


  "I jolt from my daze with a start. Moving across the room, I scold my heart for beating so furiously. 

  It's only someone bringing my lunch. I take the plate and listen to the door being locked behind the middle–aged servant. 

  Plopping down on the narrow, springy bed, I set the plate on my lap and pick at the food. 

  As I eat my meager meal, my thoughts return to my reminiscing. If only things had gone as expected when I stepped through that door… But they hadn't. 

  So much for making things better for the people of Mayslia. Can't make things better when I'm not even there. 

  That's going to change tonight though and I quickly remind myself of that fact, of the escape plans arranged by a young guard here at the castle. He's a quiet, almost intimidating young man with a strange scar on his cheek. My circumstances couldn't get much worse so I agreed to go with him. 

  Now I just have to wait. And hope this Leon fellow shows up. 


*~*~*~* 


  It's been dark for hours when a tapping comes to my door. 

  I wait without speaking and the door swings open. Leon stands there in the shadows, motioning to me. 

  I'm already wearing my cloak, so I soundlessly slip out. Leon locks the door to the room where I've been held and starts down the dark hallway. I closely follow.  

  A slamming is heard elsewhere in the palace. Leon grabs my arm as I struggle to keep up with his long strides. 

  We rush through countless doors and halls before sliding through a narrow crevice and finding ourselves outdoors. 

  I don't have time to get my bearings before Leon is again pulling me off through the darkness. 

  We duck under some trees and I hear him mumbling. 

  “What?” 

  “They must've found the horses I hid. One of them is gone.” 

  I can feel his eyes on me. 

  “We’ll have to ride double. You can't weigh much.” 

  I frown, thinking it improper of him to say such a thing to a princess, but take his hand when its offered and mount the horse behind him. 

  None too happy about these arrangements, I wrap my arms around the stranger’s waist. 

  And we’re gone – galloping away into the night. Imprisonment far behind us. 


*~*~*~* 


  We’ve been journeying for two days before Leon allows a campfire when we stop for the night. 

  As he reaches across the fire to hand me my supper, his other sleeve catches afire. 

  I gasp. “Leon, your hand!” 

  He let out a yelp and dropped to extinguish the flames in the dewy grasses. 

  I hurry over to where he's kneeling. “Did it burn you? Let me see.” 

  “I'm fine.” 

  “Stubborn.” 

  With a sigh, he allows me to inspect and bandage his scorched wrist. 

  This is the first time I’ve got a good look at his face. He's definitely young – about ten years older than my own fourteen years, I would guess. 

  He catches me studying him and I look to my feet, blushing. 

  We eat supper, rations snagged by Leon, and enjoy the warmth and light the fire provides. 

  “Mara Lynn…” 

  He says my name so tenderly that I quickly look back up to meet his gaze. He's always called me princess until now; I didn't think he knew my name. 

  Across the dying embers, Leon looks so serious. A lock of dark, curly hair has fallen over his forehead, nearly hiding his eyes. The jagged scar stands out in dark contrast to his tanned face.  

  “Yes?” 

  “I need to tell you something.” He speaks so softly I wonder if I heard him right. “Before we get home.” 

  We? I lean forward and wait for him to continue. 

  Instead of speaking, he peels the bandage away from his wrist and rolls up his sleeve. 

  “What are you doing?” The words fly out of my mouth with more sharpness than I intended. 

  He doesn’t seem to notice, only motions me over. 

  I skirt around the bed of coals and sit on the log with him. 

  He turns his arm over, palm up, and my gaze goes to the singed skin. 

  I wince. “That looks painful.” 

  “Not that.” He chuckles, easing the tension, and points to a spot near his elbow. 

  I just...stare. It can't be. I slowly look up to his face, then back to his arm. 

  The familiar face, the scar, the birthmark… The birthmark – simply a small ring of discolored skin.Just like… 

  No. I squeeze my eyes shut. That's impossible… Isn't it? 

  “Brett?” I whisper. 

  He nods, still watching me. “Hey, little sister.” 

  The next thing I know I'm in his arms. Brett, my brother, who's been away for years, his fate unknown. 

  I sniff and wipe my face. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?” 

  He kisses my cheek. “The truth?” 

  “Of course.” 

  Brett sighs, long and deep. “I wasn’t sure if I should. I didn't know what you had...been told of me.” 

  “Only good things,” I assure him. “Before she died, Mama knew about your work to protect Mayslia.” 

  He smiles sadly. “I'm glad.” 


*~*~*~*


  We reach our palace home the next evening with dusk...and with the enemy king who kidnapped me trailing us. s

  We dismount behind the stables and abandon the horse. The king’s men have the palace grounds surrounded. 

  “We’re gonna get killed,” Brett pants as we duck behind some shrubbery. “If not by them, then by Papa’s own guards.” 

  “No, we’re not,” I mutter, memories flitting by. “Come on.” 

  Leaving the safety of our hiding spot, I run across the lawn toward the palace, Brett’s heavy footsteps following me. 

  Locating the door, I push back the vines hiding it and behold the crystal doorknob. 

  At Brett’s nudging, I grasp it and carefully turn. It gives way and we step into safety. 

  We’re home. "


Thank you, Faith, for entering the writing challenge! Great job on your story!

You can read more of Faith's writing at Stories by Firefly.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Verse of the Week #58--Many Different Hats

I know my dad has "put on many different hats" for me, and my family, and so I want to say thank you, Dad, we appreciate you.

And I want to thank dads for being there, supporting their families, and loving all of us, even when we can be a handful. God bless you all, and be with you.

I also want to give a shout out to veterans, or current servicemen, who are fathers. I want to say thank you, for being dads. Even though you may not always get to be around for your family, you love them, and sacrifice that time to serve our country. And so for that sacrifice, we thank you.

Now for the verse of the week.

Psalm 103:13
"As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him".

And as you go on your way, today, and this week, (and for all your life) remember this...
"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong." That verse was 1 Corinthians 16:13.

And if you are open to suggestions, Courageous is a good movie about fathers! The link to the movie website, and the commercial is below.
http://www.courageousthemovie.com/
Have a great day, week, month, year, and life!

Thursday, June 16, 2016

A whole bunch of questions I was nominated for!

  1. Name: Amy
  2. Age: 14, going on 15
  3. Role model: Jesus, Mary in the Bible, Harriet Tubman, Clara Barton, Mrs. Black, Sonya, and some other people for certain things.
  4. Hobbies: Writing, dancing, art stuff, playing group games, photography, and stuff.
  5. Favorite actor: I don't have one, and while I do like when I can recognize a character, as Rebekah Morris said, "I watch movies as stories, not as people playing a part."
  6. Favorite actress: Yet again, I don't really have one. I do like some, but I don't have a favorite.
  7. Best friend: Julia, and then Devenni.
  8. Favorite band: My top is Casting Crowns.
  9. Favorite song:  I like to listen to music, and sing too, but I don't have a favorite.
  10. Favorite movie: I don't have a set favorite movie, but I really  like Beyond the Mask, Alone Yet Not Alone, The Narnia movies, National Treasure (1st one),  and the Love Comes Softly, and When Calls the Heart series. I have a lot of movies I like, really.
  11. Favorite animal: Cheetah.
  12. Favorite subject: In school? I guess History, if I am learning something I am interested in.
  13. Pens or pencils? Pens. They write smoother. But, a downside to them is that you can't erase, so you have to scribble out your mistakes---:(---otherwise, I like pens most of the time. Except when I am drawing, of course.
  14. Summer or winter? Summer. I don't mind heat, kinda like it actually, but I can't stand humidity! And in Missouri, guess what we seem to get a lot of! Humidity. But also, I like winter too. BUT I HAVE TO HAVE SNOW TO LIKE IT!
  15. Tea or coffee? Hot tea!
  16. Good day or bad day? GOOD DAY!
  17. Birthday: August. Around the time public school starts.
  18. Something that makes you happy: Getting things done, and seeing the finished product.
  19. Something you're looking forward to: Going swimming in our creek this summer, though a flood changed it completely, so I am a little uneasy about parts of it, but I guess I'll get used to it.
  20. Tell a story in one sentence: A royal princess got caught up in her family's arguments, and fled to live in the woods until it was safe to come back and rule happily ever after.
  1. Nominate any number of people: I AM GOING TO JUST NAME THE BLOGS. Chosen Vessels, A Great God and Good Cocoa, Teen For the Lord, Harvest Lane Cottage, The Enchanting Rose, Lowell Lane, Harvest Lane Cottage, Princess Diary, Fresh Modesty, and Briana Thomas.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Crystal Door Knob...Laura's Story Entry

This is my mom, Laura's, story entry for The Crystal Door Knob Writing Challenge. We will begin with the prompt, and then her story will follow.

Not my picture, click for source.
Wendilyn paused, overwhelmed at the joyous eruption from the crowd, and then stepped through the door to her future. Are far as she could see, there were balloons and laughing, happy people. Her father had told her what to expect, but still she was surprised.

It was the bicentennial of her family's reign. The celebration was in full swing with musicians, artists, jugglers, and cameras flashing everywhere. Wendilyn was to lead a parade of the citizens from the palace to the fairgrounds at the edge of the city. Everyone in the county and seemingly the country had come for the parade. Even as she watched, the crowd began to form a rather untidy formation in the narrow street just at the edge of the courtyard.

Wendilyn descended and marched to the head of the line with her head high and her smile gleeming. At the sound of the church bells, everyone bowed their head in silence. Only the horse's stamping hooves could be heard in the quiet. Until she spoke.

“Father God, we thank you for the peace and prosperity with which you have blessed our country. We pledge ourselves to your service for now and always. In Jesus' Name.” A chorus of amens and hallelujahs exploded around her.

“Your highness, it is time to commence the journey,” her advisor whispered.

“Yes. Will you please help me mount my horse?”

“Of course.”

As she mounted, the crowd cheered. The trumpets blew, the choir sang, the crowd clapped, jigged, and began to press forward. She lead the crowd through the streets, her horse high stepping to the beat of the drummers. Suddenly there was cry from an alley ahead. EEEEEEOOOOWWWW!

The soldiers rushed ahead and found the source of the scream. It was a big grey and white tabby cat with a black tipped tail. He crashed through the crowd with a big dachshund hot on his tracks. Boys yelled, girls screamed, ladies fainted and men caught them mid-air.

Holding tightly to the reins, Wendolyn calmed her horse and suppressed a sigh of relief and a giggle. After all, it wouldn't be proper to laugh at the calamity and chaos that ensued. After a bit, the dog was caught, and the cat escaped to safety in a nearby tree. A little shaken, the crowd resumed their cheerful journey.

Up ahead, she could see her father and mother waiting at the city gate with her little sister and the biggest picnic basket she had ever seen. They were eagerly waiting to join her. The crowd surged through the gate after the royal family and into the countryside. Birds sang, the sun shone, clouds drifted lazily across an azure sky. The grass was green and freshly trimmed. Honeysuckle blossomed, and the soft hum of honey bees could be heard faintly. It was a perfect day for a celebration.

Everyone found a place to spread a blanket and opened their baskets and bags and enjoyed a delicious picnic. Then the King Rutherford rose to the podium to speak followed by singers and dancers and performers of all kinds. Finally, the games began. There were watermelon seed spitting contests, jump rope contests, a quilting bee, arm wrestling, obstacle courses, races, and face painting. As the sun fell low in the sky, the king announced, “Blue Bell ice cream for everyone!” The crowd roared with approval and fell in line.

Just as the last fellow received his ice cream, the band struck a patriotic tune, the crowd reclined on their blankets, and watched a beautiful fireworks show that surpassed any they had ever seen. After the show, they just lay there, quietly, everyone just gazing at the beauty of the night sky as the smoke cleared. Then a lone voice began, “Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me....” Soon all were gazing at the beauty of the heavens and singing or humming along. With the final verse, “Praise God, praise God”, the crowd applauded the Lord God who had given their country such grace and peace and prosperity.


Wendilyn listened with rapt attention to the harmonies of worship. She thanked the Lord to be part of a people who loved and praised their creator. She knew there would be many opportunities to lead in the future. She knew that God would be with her in each circumstance, but none would compare with this, her first chance to turn the crystal doorknob.  

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Verse of the Week #57--Guidance

Psalm 25:4-5 (NASB)
"Make me know Your ways, O LORD; teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; for You I wait all the day."

This is a good verse. Let's wait on the Lord. Let's give Him our attention, and obedience. Let's let Him guide us through our lives, and work through our work, school, time with others, and our hobbies. I know I need to do this, and I you probably need to, too.



Monday, June 6, 2016

Verse of the Week #56--Strengthen my hands....

"...O God, strengthen my hands."
Nehemiah 6:9

No, that was not the full verse, and you can look it up if you want to. I just like it, and our pastor preached with this part of the verse today at church. It is definitely a powerful thing to pray.
"...O God, strengthen my hands."
As my pastor pointed out (these weren't his exact words, but it's the point that counts), when you are saying this, you are not just asking God to strengthen you, to strengthen your hands, you are also surrendering to God.

"...O God, strengthen my hands."
Nehemiah 6:9

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