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I randomly sat down the other day to draw a picture. I decided to draw a chess piece. I've no idea why. I have always been intrigued by the quote from The Count of Monte Cristo where Edmond says, "King's to you, Fernand" so I guess this is another reason why I ended up drawing it.
The perspective didn't turn out quite right, but I left it. Also, the cross's shadow isn't correct either, but I wasn't game enough to change it.
I ended up finding a Bible verse that suited, so I was very pleased about that! Credit to the shadow and the drawing medium goes to Jacob for his help and the loan of his graphite pencils. :D
Can also be viewed here.
The perspective didn't turn out quite right, but I left it. Also, the cross's shadow isn't correct either, but I wasn't game enough to change it.
I ended up finding a Bible verse that suited, so I was very pleased about that! Credit to the shadow and the drawing medium goes to Jacob for his help and the loan of his graphite pencils. :D
Can also be viewed here.
Celebrating -
ten fun-filled months of blogging,
twenty-eight awesome followers,
three hundred and ninety-four pages of comments,
first writing competition,
one page's high of ninety-two views,
one hundred and sixty-five referrals from HolyWorlds,
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three thousand, two hundred and sixty-one from Windows users,
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two from Samsung users,
two thousand, seven hundred and fifty-one page views from the USA,
seven hundred and ninety-three page views from Australia,
forty-eight page views from the UK,
seven page views from Denmark,
(I don't know anyone who lives in Denmark)
and
100 blog posts.
Thankyou to all my wonderful readers! You make blogging worth it. :D
A bump in the road,
I happened to trip.
Seeming so subtle,
But it made me slip.
A difference so slight
I just didn't see -
Gigantic mistake
It happened to be.
To turn back the time!
To take the move back.
The bump did avoid,
The trip did retrack.
The tears that I shed,
Achieve not a thing.
All that I can do
Is plead to the King.
That He can make right
The wrong that I've done:
Problem against me
Somehow be won.
But trusting in Him
Is all I can do.
I cling to this hope,
And pray that it's true.
That what has been done
Can be as it should;
That all this through God
Can work out for good.
~
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Set Apart
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~
I'm different: I'm not like the rest.
I don't fit in, I'm strange at best.
A square peg forced in a round hole,
I do not fit: a lonely soul.
Though both a faith and God we share,
I can't see Him reflected there.
You love the world, and go its ways -
In how you dress, and spend your days.
At church I see your smiling face -
My friend, where's your eternal place?
You live your life like it's your own,
With weeds, your heart is overgrown.
Hypocritical double life,
You cannot see it leads to strife.
On all sides I'm surrounded by
So called "Christians" living a lie.
I want to tell you what is true -
Oh help me God! What can I do?
So friendless and alone I feel,
I know of none who share my zeal.
I stand alone, so brave and strong,
But strength grows weak as time grows long.
My searching eyes, fatigued, grow dim:
I'm desperate to see more of Him.
For someone else who feels the same!
Who wants to learn more of His name.
For some who travel the same road,
To share the journey; share the load.
Who lives the light that they have found,
Who show God's love in sight and sound.
Who more like Jesus want to grow,
Not stooping to the world so low.
To shun the tempting lusts of earth,
And reach for things of greater worth.
To flee from evil's tempting claws,
And strive to follow all God's laws.
To seek His truth and shine His light:
I wish for this with all my might.
Can it be I'm the only one,
Who wants to be more like His Son?
No, in my heart, I know there's more
Who've entered through Salvation's door;
Who strive for good along with me,
Though where they are, I cannot see.
Knowing that I'm not alone,
As I journey towards His Throne,
He walks with me; my Dearest Friend,
Who'll see me to the very end.
The Lord my God is always there -
My true Companion everywhere.
For it is He who guides my feet;
God's in control of whom I meet.
So, though alone I seem today,
My God is near me, all the way.
~
If you follow the highway up the coast of NSW Australia towards Queensland, following the chain of beach cities, and you happen to take a certain exit left at some point...
If you then travel rather aimlessly along this road you've turned onto, you will eventually come to a small inconspicuous turn-off that, if you blinked at that instant or looked out the opposite window, you would have missed it altogether.
However: if you were an observant driver, and were paying close attention to the tiny roads that suddenly veer off the main-way and disappear into thick scrub, and you happened to slow the car and move onto this unassuming road, you would find, over a rickety white bridge spanning a salt water river, and to the left hidden behind trees and bushes, a little yellow house.
And this little yellow house... is paradise.
When we go on holidays, we always go up to this little yellow house in this tiny unknown town on the coast. It's a very special house. It first belonged to my grandparents, and my Mum and Dad have been going on holidays there since they were Jacob's and my age. This little town has a very special place in our hearts, and my siblings and I consider it a second home, since we have been visiting it for our whole lives.
Upon our arriving, we usually contrive some form of bucket brigade, emptying the trailer of bags and boxes and dragging them inside the house. All the food from the esky is packed into the fridge, and all the clothing bags and luggage - quite literally - is chucked into the waiting arms of whichever sibling happens to be standing in the doorway. In this unorthodox manner of unpacking, it doesn't take long until the job is entirely finished and everything is in its rightful place.
If you then travel rather aimlessly along this road you've turned onto, you will eventually come to a small inconspicuous turn-off that, if you blinked at that instant or looked out the opposite window, you would have missed it altogether.
However: if you were an observant driver, and were paying close attention to the tiny roads that suddenly veer off the main-way and disappear into thick scrub, and you happened to slow the car and move onto this unassuming road, you would find, over a rickety white bridge spanning a salt water river, and to the left hidden behind trees and bushes, a little yellow house.
And this little yellow house... is paradise.
When we go on holidays, we always go up to this little yellow house in this tiny unknown town on the coast. It's a very special house. It first belonged to my grandparents, and my Mum and Dad have been going on holidays there since they were Jacob's and my age. This little town has a very special place in our hearts, and my siblings and I consider it a second home, since we have been visiting it for our whole lives.
Upon our arriving, we usually contrive some form of bucket brigade, emptying the trailer of bags and boxes and dragging them inside the house. All the food from the esky is packed into the fridge, and all the clothing bags and luggage - quite literally - is chucked into the waiting arms of whichever sibling happens to be standing in the doorway. In this unorthodox manner of unpacking, it doesn't take long until the job is entirely finished and everything is in its rightful place.
Ever since I have been introduced to the blogging world, I have come across the most amazing people who run the most amazing blogs. They are Godly, uplifting, inspiring, encouraging, challenging, laugh-inducing, intriguingly written, and the many articles, thoughts, and opinions they share have encouraged me greatly. So today I felt that I should do a blog post for a few of the ones that have made a great impression on me.
Here they are:
Here they are:
Sir Emeth's blog has inspired and challenged me in so many countless ways. Jay's thought-provoking articles on various aspects of Godly living, life and writing are challenging and enlightening at the same time. No matter what he writes about, I can always take something valuable away from his wisdom-filled blog posts.
My dear friend Philly's blog is the most delightful place! Her well-written, candid articles on everything from world building to common traits in Disney princesses are uplifting and inspiring in every way. Philly shares her talent in her Godly writing, and whether it is a short story, script or poem, her works are a joy to read!
Gabriel's blog is fantastic. It is a place of detailed and concise movie reviews, book reviews, and awe-inspiring music. Gabriel shares his incredible musical talent, along with his thoughts on different Scripture studies that both encourage and challenge. I thoroughly enjoy reading Gabriel's masterful posts.
Looking for a place that has honest, Godly reviews for books for the Christian reader? Look no further. When I found this blog, I was gobsmacked by it's awesomeness. Andrew has brought together an incredible team of book reviewers that put forth perfect quality in every review. If a book is recommended here, I would definitely trust the recommendation. I love this blog!
Miss Raquel's blog follows her journey through life as a daughter of the King. Her music and movie reviews, reflections, thoughts, articles, and quotes have been inspiring and encouraging to me since I have known her. Her joy in following the Lord, and His light within her, shines through every blog post. Her blog is always a joy to visit.
There are so many other blogs that I have the pleasure of following, but for now, I will end here. Thankyou to you all, for sharing such Godly quality with the world! You are bright lights for Him, and you have encouraged me very much. I appreciate your blogs, and am very grateful for the time you spend writing for them. God bless you all!
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