My Book

   It's a new year, and I'm back! As y'all know, I write and am working on my second book. Today I'm giving y'all a sneak-peak. If you have some advice on how to improve it, please leave a comment with it.

    The girl glared at me over its shaggy shoulder," Would it be too much trouble for you to help?" Then it hit me; I held a knife which could hurt the beast. In front of me,its neck was exposed. Carefully, I prepared to plunge the knife into its neck.

     At that moment the beast disarmed the girl and turned to face me. Terrified, I faced it alone. It loomed over me, ax at the ready.  The ax swung towards me. I barely managed to it, but in the process I had moved in front of an oak..There seemed to be no way out of this.

      "Roll!"

        Instinctively, I obeyed. I rolled out of the way just before the beast's ax buried itself in the oak's trunk.With a powerful tug, the beast freed it. The momentum spun it around.

      Out of nowhere, a ball of blue energy whizzed by and stunned it.The effects lasted for only a few seconds.I moved towards the beast; it raised its ax. Before it swung, I darted 

forward and pushed my knife into its chest area.

       As the beast fell to the ground, a voice from behind me said,"Well done, Miss Prisscila,"    

       I turned to find Mr. Debleu, leaning on an iron staff and standing next to the girl. Confused and out of breath, I asked,"What just happened?"

   Keep reading for a post covering the middle part of my blog's title!

   

Rejoice!

   It's the Christmas season again, and everyone has plenty of things to do. There's holiday baking, Christmas shopping, secrets to keep, parties,celebrating, and wrapping to be done. And that's just the beginning! It seems each year is busier than the last.It's go,go,go! from morning til night.
   The rushing of the Christmas season didn't start in the 21st century or even in America at all. It all started outside of Bethlehem  when the birth of our Savior began.Picture it:
   Young Mary, nine months pregnant, slumps on a donkey Joesph leads.Bethlehem's in sight, but they are tired and move slowly. When the pains of labor started,however, they  hurried. Disappoint-ment after disappointment meets them at inn doorways.Soon they aren't hurrying anymore; they're   rushing! At last they are able to stop. Mary delivers Him, and all rejoice.The surroundings of this rejoicing were not perfect. They were dirty messy, and flawed.
    So,when you stop rushing at last, rejoice.Your surroundings, including the people, won't be perfect. They'll probably be dirty, messy, and flawed,but rejoice! Whether your rushing has ended, ends tomorrow, or ends at 11:59 p.m. on Christmas Eve, rejoice!

For to us a child is born,

to us a son is given;

and the government shall be upon his

shoulder,

and his name shall be called

Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, 

Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

~ Isaiah 9:6

REJOICE! 

         
 

An Idea for Publishing my Book

  As most of you know, I hope to publish my first book soon. My main problem is funds,but I've had an idea! One of my hobbies is creating jewelry. So,in exchange for donations, I'll send you the jewelry piece of your choice. The donations will then be used to publish my book. Just leave a comment with your promise of a donation, how much it is, which piece(s) you'd like; and we'll go from there. 

Snow-flower

Autumn Blossom

 The Spring Set

Velvet Brown

River Mist

Mountain Summer

Mountain Spring

Stacked Stripes

Ancient Blacks

Topsy-turvy Hearts

Christmas Trees

A special thanks to 2 Sisters Photography , the most amazing photographers on Earth! Y'all did an amazing job with the pictures!

A Day in My Life

   As part of a household of eleven (something some people can't even imagine), my day is a little different from most 15 year olds. Here's what a typical school-day  should look like.

7:00 A.M.~  The alarm goes off.I brace myself and get out of bed.I open the blinds and turn on the light. Then I climb back into bed and begin my quiet-time.

7;30-40 A.M.~  I end my quiet-time with prayer. Depending on the day I either make breakfast or spend this time reading or writing after chores are done (and sometimes before as well).

8:30 A.M.~  Breakfast time; again, depending on the day, I'm either getting it on the table or waiting for it.

9:30 A.M.~  Time for family devotions. By now, hopefully, breakfast has been cleaned up, and the dining room's been swept.

10:00 ish A.M.~  School begins about now.

12:30 P.M.~  Lunch. Depending on the day, I may clean up as well.

1:00 P.M.~  At this time, I finish any schoolwork not completed.Afterward,it's free-time! I might post something on my blog (like now), read, write, and possibly get on the Wii or computer.

5:30 P.M.~  Help with dinner prep.

6:00 -7:00 P.M.~  Supper with my family. Next comes clean up, and everyone pitches in to help get it done.

8:00 P.M.~  Family prayers. Dad reads from Jesus Calling, and we say our memory verses.Carter on down goes to bed. The rest of us read, talk, and/or play games.

9:00 P.M.~  My bedtime unless we're doing something.

Note: This is what an ideal day,but it rarely actually happens. Each day holds an untold numbers of surprises, but this is our guideline. Changes are part of life in a family.
 

Broken Beauty

     Imagine a soap dispenser made of yellow glass with a diamond pattern.Its pear-shaped frame is trimmed in brown.This dispenser not only did its function; it was beautiful until the day it was broken. When it was fixed, there was a noticeable crack. I like it better that way for some reason. My sister thought I was crazy.

      Later I wandered if I was weird to like it better that way. God's answer to that was no. Then He asked if I thought The Cross was weird. I told Him no, I thought The Cross was beautiful beyond compare.

      "But My Son was broken,"God said to me.

      "But He was broken in love," I argued back.

      "Moriah,it's good to see the beauty others miss,"God told me gently.

      Beauty, an interesting topic. But broken beauty is an even more interesting topic. The ultimate example is The Cross.

       Jesus was broken. His physical body was beaten, whipped, and humiliated. His soul was turmoil. Then, to top it off, they push thorns onto His head. That whipping? The soldiers were probably surprised to see Him moving.Why? Because most didn't come out able to breathe.Next they took crude nails and hammered them into His hands and feet. He was left hanging (literally), waiting for His lungs to collapse. The entertainment was watching men gamble for His clothing.

       It was a gruesome,beautiful sight. There was blood all over Jesus,but right then He was most beautiful.Jesus broken but beauty.

       All His physical pain was nothing compared to what was to come.'And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying,"Eli,Eli,lema sabachthani?" that is "My God,My God,why have you forsaken me?" (Matt.27:46,ESV)

       Since before the beginning of time,Jesus had always been with God the Father.Then,suddenly, their fellowship was broken.

        When I can't connect with God it's hard; it hurts my soul.Think how much harder it was for Jesus who had never been separated for a second. To Him,it was the worst pain ever,far worse than His physical pain.Not only was Jesus' body broken,His heart was broken.Yet it was  beautiful.His brokenness was beautiful.

          Yes, there is broken beauty.To me, it's the most beautiful kind of beauty.

Book Update

    So I finished my first book earlier this year. I hope to get it published by this time next year. Here's a preview.

  

       When my biology field trip gets interrupted by a minortaur, my life changed dramatically.

         Hi,my name is Priss Chancing, and I know something you'll never believe. I live a life most people don't think possible. I am an Inkling.

         My days are spent with elves and wizards.My past-time is fighting to save the world you live in. I risk my life regularly so the Dur Ones won't murder you.

         No, I'm not crazy; I am perfectly sane.I do not belong in an asylum.I am Priss Chancing, and I am an Inkling.

       Note: There should be an upside down /v/ over the /u/ in Dur.