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The Friendship

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Hey ya'll! Today's post is different from anything else I've ever done. First though, I'll tell you a bit about why the title has two meanings.
I have an awesome, amazing, incredible new old friend. Why new old? Weeellll... you see, I met her several years ago but then lost contact. Imagine my surprise and delight when I found her three years later... on Stuffie Adventures! If you don't already know who I mean, I'm speaking of Rebekah (a.k.a. Rebcake)! We started commenting chatting, and then we both agreed to have a real WORD WAR! :D :D #supercompetitivepeeps
So yeah. We decided to *ahem* write a 5K word story and post it on our blogs. Mwhahaha. :) Wanna see hers first? That'd probably be best so that you can save the boredom for last. Personally, I love hers way better than mine. :) Read it right here!
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Cho-Cho darted in front of me and danced across the rough terrain of the Hen…

Think of a Fire

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Pray for Ana Harris Day!

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Tomorrow, Monday, May 15, 2017, is Pray for Ana Harris Day! Started in the Young Writer's Workshop Community, we have asked everyone to please pray for the amazing Ana Harris - please visit her blog to read her story! She has persevered through so many hard times, suffering with extreme mold allergies, Lyme's disease, and a whole biotoxin thing that I still am not sure I completely understand! Please, spread the word! Send it out to all social media and reblog please! It's super easy, just click the reblog or share button on the right side - it will only take a minute! ~ Light4theLord

Memorize with Me!

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Come and memorize the 89 verses of 1 Thessalonians with me! Join ScriptureTyper first, and then join the special group by clicking on the Scripture Typer box on the left sidebar! 

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A Blogging Secret Everyone Should Know

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Actually, not everyone should know, but.... You're probably thinking I'll say something about writing or photography, because those are my 'things'. But it's not about either of those things - it's something that will hopefully help improve your blog and it's super duper easy! Ready to get started? First of all, look around ALIML. If you hover over a photo, you'll see little buttons pop up over the picture (as seen in above photo) with three options to share: Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. If your attention happens to drift to the right, you'll see a blue sidebar with even more options to share, with a verse reference at the top. With a click of a button, you can share what you're reading on Facebook, Twitter, GooglePlus, Pinterest, Wordpress, Blogger, or email it to a friend. And if that's not enough, you can click on the bottom one to choose from even more sharing options! Cool, huh? If you scroll and read a while, you'll see a li…

The Skater's Waltz

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Hey ya'll! I decided that I wanted to record one of my favorite piano pieces, 'The Skater's Waltz' and so I did. :D It took three tries (the first time I horribly botched it up because I forgot to warm up, and the second time I was halfway down the last page when the phone rang. *facepalm*) but I did it! :) I hope to have it up sometime soon. Oh, and uh.... those are my miracle skates in the picture above. I had been praying and praying for ice skates (and I have to admit I prayed for the pretty white ones. :D ) for several months (almost a year) and we found them in the perfect size for an amazing price at Goodwill (I love that place!)! ~ Light4theLord

Why Are We Here?

Why are we here? It's a question that many people ask themselves. Why do we exist? Who created us? Did we really evolve from a microscopic being? The answer to this question is a parcel of truth that many people search after. It is the reason for our entire beings. Often times, if no other answer can be found, people believe that we were randomly created by an explosion and millions of years of evolution. They believe that we have no purpose in life other than to enjoy ourselves and have fun. They believe that we're here to get rich and be successful. They believe we're here to do whatever we want to so as to make ourselves feel 'good'. They turn to whatever makes them even the slightest bit 'happy'. Food, friends, shopping, fame, the internet. But still, even if they're unwilling to admit it, there's a longing. A deeper meaning to life.... it's a search, a search for truth. Somewhere inside them longs for purpose, and longs for a meaning to a…

VOTD: Ephesians 3:20-21

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Truly That Was Grace

This piece that I wrote is just a rather crude telling of the point of view of the centurion. ************************* I was a skeptic An unbeliever My heart was hardened My life was broken. I witnessed death Like no other I led my men In killing another  I found it my duty To serve my country No matter what No matter the bounty I had power I had riches Yet I had emptiness And I was held by chains. I had control I had the best But my conscience Wouldn't let me rest.  I had status I had knowledge But I had no freedom From my guilt and shame. At the first I balked and shied But now not a flinch As the victims bled. This was my life I knew no other I wish I could But who would bother? My life was wrenched My heart was twisted There was an empty trench No one could fill. Yet another crucifixion I thought nothing of it Until the man

Mary, the Mother of Jesus

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Continuing the series of stories written in the POV of characters from the gospels' accounts of Easter, I present to you, 'Mary, the Mother of Jesus'. This story is collectively written from all four accounts of the crucifixion and resurrection, but the ending is taken from Mark 16. ******************************************* Nothing I had ever dreamed could’ve prepared me for this day. My wails were loud and forlorn. I refused to be comforted. I watched the Savior of the world be nailed to a crude wooden frame, nails being pounded into His wrists. I remembered everything that I had pondered in my heart up until this day. I remembered the night of His birth, and the animals that were the welcoming committee for His entry into this world. I remembered the gifts of the magi who had traveled so far to reach us. I remembered the nights we had to flee from those who wished to kill Him because of the prophesies. I remembered singing to Him before night fell. I remembered watching…