From the Front Line

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Here is an amazing Chinese story I read from the "Asia Harvest" magazine by Paul and Joy Hattaway that really touched me and just made me realize how important it is to 'listen to the voice of the Lord..." It's a story about a twelve year old daughter of a Chinese Pastor.




Over the years we have heard and recorded hundreds of remarkable testimonies from Chinese Christians telling of the wonderful works the Lord has done throughout their nation. Here is one of our favourites:

       In the Early 1950s as persecution swept throughout the Chinese church, a pastor named Li lived in the Guangdong Province in southern China. Li had a wife and five children, aged from twelve to a newborn baby. The authorities arrested Li for 'counter revolutionary' activities, and sentenced him to prison with hard labor in an iron mine in remote northeast China.
        Li was ordered to take a train more than 2,000 miles to Heilongjiang Province, where he was to begin his sentence of many years. Li's wife was understandably devastated. She had five children to take care of including a newborn, and now their only source of income was taken from them. They had nowhere to turn except the Lord. The Lis decided they should travel with their father all the way to Heilongjiang, hoping they would be allowed to visit him in the prison from time to time, and if a miracle happened and he was released early they would be near him. They sold most of their possessions and made enough money to purchase seven train tickets for what in those days was a week-long journey. During the trip their hearts were heavy. Pastor Li prayed for his beloved wife and children, exhorting them to follow the Lord at all costs and praying earnestly for them, hoping to somehow compensate in a short period of time for what would be years of silence to follow.
        The Li family finally arrived at their destination. Many tears flowed as Pastor Li entered the prison. His destitute family found some wooden planks, and bits of canvas, and constructed a makeshift hut on the side of the road not far from the labor camp. The icy winds and winter temperatures of minus 20 degrees cut like knives through the hut and thin clothes of the abandoned family. The children cried night after night, especially the newborn baby who could not get enough nourishment or warmth. Their existence was so miserable that words cannot adequately describe  the inner and outer pain this family went through-all because they loved and served the Lord Jesus Christ.
        Life inside the labor camp for Pastor Li was intolerable. He and other prisoners were forced to work 14 hours per day, seven days a week. The backbreaking work of hauling heavy loads like a pack animal, coupled with the putrid and meagre food rations, quickly caused his health to deteriorate. The worst pressure of all for Pastor Li was the knowledge that his beloved family were suffering in freezing conditions just outside the prison gates. Three months after entering prison, Pastor Li died.
        When the news was passed on to Mrs. Li and her children, all hope was lost. Mrs. Li could see no way out, and longed to die. The children were miserable beyond words. Mrs. Li told them she would have to find a job in order for them to survive. Her eldest child, a daughter aged twelve, said, "No Mama, you cannot work. Our little brother needs you. He cries all day for you and there is no one else to help him. I will go and look for a job." The little girl entered the prison office and requested to see the director. She said, "My father was put in this God-forsaken place because of his love for Jesus Christ. That is the only crime he ever committed. He was a good man who loved and helped people. Now he is dead. We have nothing. We have no money, no place to live and no food. We cannot even return to our home in the south. I want to know if there is any job at all in this prison that you can give me."
        The prison director knew about Pastor Li's dead, and realizing that his little orphan daughter was now speaking to him, a slight tinge of compassion welled up in his heart. He told her, "I have a job, but it is not interesting, and pays very little." She exclaimed, "I will take it!"
        The prison director took her outside to an area above where 3,000 prisoners worked below the ground in an iron mine. He said, "Do you see this red button? Your job is to stand next to this pole all day, every day, and when someone tells you to push it, you must push it straight away. This button is the emergency button and when it is pushed a siren is triggered deep below the ground that makes the men evacuate as fast as they can. This button should never be pushed by accident, or without us telling you to push." For day after day, week after week, young Sister Li stood next to the pole with the red button. When she received her first pay--just a few dollars--she and her family were overjoyed.
         One afternoon, as she was standing next to the pole, she suddenly heard a voice say, "Push the button!" She spun around to find no-one near her, and was confused. A few moments later, she heard the same voice again, this time louder, "Quick! Push the button now!" Sister Li turned but saw no-one. She thought she was losing her mind and just stood there confused. She couldn't push the button unless there was a major emergency, and nothing looked any different than normal. A few seconds later she heard the voice for the third time, but on this occasion it was with great authority: "Sister Li, push the button now!"
           This time she realized it was no less than the voice of the Lord that had been speaking to her. She didn't understand why He was telling her to push the button but she knew she had to obey. She immediately pushed the red button and the emergency alarm sounded deep underground.
           Three thousand men emerged to the surface as quickly as they could, confused and eager to learn what emergency had taken place. The prison director came running from his office and demanded to know why Sister Li had pushed the button and brought production to a halt. Then, just moments after the last man evacuated from the mine, the ground started to shake violently. A strong earthquake struck that lasted for about 20 seconds, completely collapsing the mine to such an extent that nobody has been able to enter again to this day. When the shaking stopped an eerie silence came upon the gathering mass. Every eye was fixed upon the tiny frail figure, standing next to the pole and the red button she had so jealously guarded.
            The terrified prison director asked in a stammering voice, "Comrade Li, how...how did you know that you should push the button when you did?" She was given a fruit-box to stand on so that she could be seen just above the heads of the gathering men. In the loudest voice she could muster she said, "It is the Lord Jesus Christ who told me to push the red button. He told me to do it three times and finally I did. Jesus Christ is the only way for you to know the true and living God. He loves you, as seen by the fact that He saved all your lives this day. You need to repent of your sin and give your lives to Him!"
             Immediately all three thousand men, including the prison director, knelt down and prayed with great sobs, asking Jesus to come and forgive them and live in their hearts.
         

Prayer for Purity

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Here is a poem I read from the book: "The Christian Book of Mystical Verse" compiled by A.W. Tozer about yearning for purity of heart which I found really encouraging, and a cry of my heart. 


"Prayer for Purity" 

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free!

Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the Cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean!

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

-Nicolaus Ludwig Von Zinzendorf,
1700-1760
Tr. John Wesley, 1703-1791

Busy, busy, busy....

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

I've been extremely busy this last week and actually haven't had time to reply to the accumulation of e-mails I was getting or work on blogger...!!! Last Monday, we went to am Activity day (which was pretty grand), then Tuesday we had to prepare (you know, vacuum cleaning and cooking) for a friend who was visiting us from another state. And on Thursday I had my violin lesson plus trying to catch with my trailing school work...  So, between all that, I have had very little time to sit down and write hence no new blog posts! But here I go now :)!!!!!!


A few random thoughts...
I've read through the book "Pollyanna" by Eleanor H. Porter and it's just a wonderful story!
I'm glad, glad, glad.... I read it, hahaha... I'm now 'playing the game' too I guess.
Sarah, my sister, saw the movie for it, both the 1960 Walt Disney version and the 2003 version, and she definitely likes the 2003 version best. I can't wait to actually watch the movie... the girl playing Pollyanna looks such a dear sweet child!


Okay, another thing. I've done a bit of editing on the My Movie Shelf page of my blog as well as the Music Albums so go over and check it out when you get the chance as I'm doing a mighty 'grand' job at posting pictures to supplement the movies and adding videos etc... it is still in construction so PLEASE be patient with me...


Uhm. What else is there to cover? Oh yes, my studies are going reasonably well...
Music is good...drilling away at scales and technical exercises.... and my pieces. Still praying about whether I should have my exam this year or the beginning of the next. I am looking forward to starting grade 4 I suppose... 


I haven't done a nick of real writing on my story since last Saturday... ugh... feel terrible about it, and miss it soooooooooooooooooooooo much. E-mails got the better of me and since I've got such an accumulation of them, I just didn't write. But tonight I hopefully will write some. 


Oooopsss.... I MUST go back to studying.... my Science PACE is lying on the desk and I'm waisting time here so I'll have to leave you for now. Stay tuned to the blog though, 'cause I've got some really splendid little ideas for my coming posts... only problem is time... 


God bless you and keep you in His love.
-Joy.


Praise the LORD!
         For it is good to sing praises to our God;
         For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful. 

                                                               Psalm 147: 1

Each Little Letter In Its Place

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Here is a song all ACE students (including myself) have learnt while at Primary School doing ABC with Ace and Christie; I don't know the composer, but it's really a lovely ABC song for children...

Each little letter in its place
Has a very different face
All in a row their place is set
We know them as the alphabet
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N
O, P, Q, R, S, T
U, V, W, X, Y, Z.
Letters make names as well you see
"Jesus" is best of all to me.
He is the one who died for me
So from sin I could be free.
You will want to know Him too
You will find His word is true!


A Leader of the Great Awakening

Wednesday, 6 July 2011


One of the first leaders of the Great Awakening in New England, a preacher, theologian, and missionary to the Native Americans was Jonathan Edwards, who is considered by many to be the greatest American theologian ever. Jonathon Edwards was born in October 5, 1703, into a Christian family, the only son out of 10 daughters to Reverend Timothy Edwards and his gifted wife, Esther Stoddard. His father and his grandfather, Solomon Stoddard, were both preachers and so he grew up in the atmosphere that belonged to preachers and theologians. He was educated under the watchful eyes of his father. He was a bright youngster and learned very rapidly. At the young age of six, he started to learn the Latin language, and at the age of nine, he wrote an article or paper on the issue of souls. When he was twelve, he wrote an incredibly excellent essay on the topic of revival. Such was the intensity of his studies that when he was thirteen, he was sent to Yale University.
From childhood, his mind had been full of objections against the doctrine of God’s sovereignty. It used to be like a horrible doctrine to him. But he wrote later of a change, “But I remember the time very well, when I seemed to be convinced, and fully satisfied, as to this sovereignty of God…” At his time in the University of Yale, Mr Edwards read a verse that as he wrote later on, “The first instance that I remember of that sort of inward, sweet delight in God and divine things… was on reading those words in Timothy 1:17…As I read the words, there came into my soul… a sense of the glory of the Divine Being…I thought with myself, how excellent a Being that was, and how happy I should be, if I might enjoy that God, and be rapt up to Him in heaven, and be as it were swallowed up in Him forever! I kept saying, and as it were singing over these words of Scripture to myself.”  He grasped through this verse that God was powerful and mighty and would save. God was sovereign! The verse in I Timothy 1:17 was, “Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.” Edwards knew that he was saved, because Scripture said Jesus had paid for his sins, and he believed it. He knew that God had given him great joy and wonder in his presence.
Four years after entering Yale University he graduated and taught for three years in the same institute. In around 1727 his aged grandfather, asked him to come to the church in Northampton, Massachusetts, to assist him with the responsibilities at the church there, an invitation that Jonathan accepted.
 He married that same year a godly young woman of great virtue, seventeen year old Sarah Pierpont. Sarah's spiritual devotion was without peer, and her relationship with God had long proved an inspiration to Edwards—he first remarked on her great piety when she was a mere 13 years old. She was of a bright and cheerful disposition, a practical housekeeper, a model wife and the mother of his eleven children, who included Esther Edwards.  Their home was Christ-centred and there was comfort and rest to anyone who visited them. Three years after arriving in Northampton, Solomon Stoddard died, leaving to his grandson the difficult task of the sole ministerial charge of one of the largest and wealthiest congregations in the colony, and one proud of its morality, its culture and its reputation
For about seven years he was pastor, labouring and preaching among the people, before a revival or awakening of great strength came in 1734 to 1735. Edwards preached that salvation was by grace, through faith alone and he also preached against the transgression and arrogance of men’s hearts, warning them that God dealt with sin and punished evil. On July 8, 1741, Edwards preached a sermon that has been termed as, “one of the greatest sermons of history’ the sermon was entitled, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.” After he had finished his sermon, nearly five hundred men, women and children were saved and came to Christ. In the winter of 1734 and the following spring, the revival reached such intensity that it threatened the business of the town. By 1735, the revival had also spread—and popped up independently—across the Connecticut River Valley, and perhaps as far as New Jersey. He later spoke about that great revival in his church in one of his books, “Presently upon this a great… concern about the great things of religion and eternal world become universal in all parts of the town, and among persons of all degrees and all ages… all other talk but about spiritual and eternal things was soon thrown by… Other discourse [talk] than of the things of religion would scarcely [hardly] be tolerated in any company.” 
In March 22, 1758, he died of complications from a smallpox immunization at the approximate age of fifty-five shortly after beginning the presidency at the College of New Jersey (later to be named Princeton University). Sarah Edwards, his wife, passed away on October 2 of the same year. In the six-month period during the revival, more than three hundred people were saved in his church through Mr. Edwards’ sermons, preaching, prayer and life. Edwards is often remembered for his famous sermon, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God”, however, we observe him as furthermore a minister whose emphasis was on the grace and mercy of God, and on His love as well as His Sovereignty in all things. He is considered by many to be the greatest American theologian ever.
Jonathon Edwards has passed on to us three great things: His sermons and books such as the famous, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” and “A Treatise Concerning Religious Affections” (which many Reformed Evangelicals read even today), “The End For Which God Created the World”, “The Life of David Brainerd”, (which served to inspire thousands of missionaries throughout the nineteenth century) and numerous other treasure gems that we can’t record here. He also has past down to us the rich legacy of the Great Awakening in his church through the record of his book, “A Narrative of Surprising Conversions”, and that God is able to make a revival among his people in all generations (a generation like ours) just like he did in Edwards’ church in his day. The last and perhaps the most profound legacy he left us with, is his own life and that of his family. His godly life has left an incredible legacy in American history and has inspired men and women of faith from all nationalities. Mr. Jonathon Edwards stands among the most influential theologians in all of Church History! 


(This was taken from one of my History essays at school some years back, doing my Social Studies PACE about the Great Awakening. I did a bit of editing on it today from the internet link... Wikipedia.com from where I got a lot of the information for the essay...) 
Love in Him
-Joy.

A Crucified Man

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This is one of my favourite songs by Graham Kendrick. It is called, "A Crucified Man". I hope you will be as blessed by listening to it as I was!





"I have placed all my hope in a crucified man
In the wounds in his side, his feet and his hands
I have traded my pride for a share in his shame
And the glory that one-day will burst from his pain
I’ve abandoned my trust in the wise and the proud
For this fragile, mysterious weakness of God
And I dare to believe in his scandalous claim
That his blood cleanses sin for who ever
Will call on his name
Live or die here I stand
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man
I believe as they beat on his beautiful face
He turned a torturer’s chair to an altar of grace
Where the worst we can do met the best that God does
Where unspeakable hate met the gaze
Of unstoppable love
At the crux of it all there he hangs
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified….
Man of sorrows man of grief
Will he stay beyond belief?
When the purest and best took the force of our curse
Death’s victory armada juddered into reverse…
And either we bow or we stumble and fall
For the wisdom of a suffering God
Has made fools of us all
I gladly admit that I am
But I’ve placed my hope in a crucified …
Man of sorrows man of grief
Will he stay beyond belief?
I have buried my life in the cold earth with him
Like a seed in the winter, I wait for the spring
From that garden of tombs Eden rises again
And Paradise blooms from his body
And never will end
He’ll finish all he began
Creation hopes in a crucified man
When I stand at the judgement
I have no other plan
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man
Like the thief nailed beside him
I have no other plan
I’ve placed my hope in a crucified man
"

Isobel Kuhn

Tuesday, 5 July 2011


For Isobel Miller Kuhn ‘by searching’ was a very important part in her life as it led her into a deeper life with God. Isobel’s journey of ‘searching’ started at the end of her university years. Born on the 17th of December, 1901, in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and raised in a loving, Christian family, Isobel or  "Belle", had never yet , in her own words, had "a direct confrontation with the [living] Saviour" herself. While still a freshman in university she was shaken in her faith while attending a lecture by Dr. Sedgewick, a university professor, who ridiculed her faith with a "pitying sneer". She turned from all that she had been brought up from and became an agnostic-like her peers-, giving up God and the faith of her parents, for worldly pursuits. But as graduation day approached and her engagement was broken, she questioned the decision she had made. One day, when her broken-heart found no flight from the misery, shame, and upheaval of life, she was ready to commit suicide. Instead of drinking a bottle of poison from the bathroom medicine cabinet, however, Isobel listened to the sound of her father's sleeping groans from his bedroom, and remembered that he had been a "dear, kind father..." She went back to her room, remembering the words of a Latin Poem... "In His will is our peace." She considered that if God existed, she certainly wasn't in
"His will"; perhaps, she wondered, that was why she had no peace.The young woman, at last knelt and whispered her cry to the Lord, “God, if there be a God, if you will prove to me that You are, and if You will give me peace, I will give You my whole life. I’ll do anything You ask me to do, go where You send me, obey You all my days.” That night she slept like a child, in perfect peace. She had not slept like that in many a long day. Isobel realized that God had answered her prayer!
But Isobel now, as she soon discovered, had to ‘keep her part of the bargain’. She determined to search for God through Jesus Christ. She began a life from then on of two levels: an external level of study, worldly gaiety and arrogance, and an internal level of watching, in search after God- that is if there was a God she added. Once she was at a dance when her former fiancĂ© arrived and disregarding her, danced with another girl. At that time Isobel felt such shame that she went to a secluded spot and recalling that she had been trying to prove that there was a God, she prayed-even though her heart mocked Him, “O God, if You are, please give me peace.” Immediately peace flooded her soul. Even though when she cried for God to help her she was so sardonic in her unbelief, yet God had swiftly answered. She was now convinced of God’s existence and she searched deeper in her search for God.
At that time, Isobel’s mother-who didn’t know yet of the change in Isobel begged her to go to a meeting in which she met Professor Ellis, a sophisticated, and educated Christian gentleman. Years later she said, ‘I instinctively knew that here was a man who had a personal experience with God.’ And so, even though her head was still befogged by the ‘Mist of the Flats’, God had planted Isobel’s feet on the High Way, being prepared to climb, her face steadfastly turned towards Christ. After she finished university, she took a job as a primary teacher, and yet there she found herself a failure. She was so unsure of life and was afraid of the future so she decided to see a phrenologist. But at this time of crisis in her life, Mrs Whipple, her hostess, who was a strong Christian, gave her encouragement through God’s word and showed her the way to Christ clearly. Mrs Whipple told her that God had a plan for Isobel’s life and He’d direct her in the right time.
Isobel now entered a new stage of her searchings for God. In that time as she called ‘my year in Arabia’ God dealt with her and drew her to Himself, showing her that all she desired was in Him. At that time she was lonely, living among unbelievers in a boarding house. However she soon discovered that God had a plan in that as F.B Meyer had once pointed out that it was one of the planned training schools of God- loneliness. At that time the Lord gave her grace to extinguish all worldly ‘tapers’ such as going to the dances, theatres, playing cards, and reading love stories… simply out of devotion for her Master in putting Him first in her life. After that time, God led Isobel to go to a conference called ‘The Firs’ where she received many blessings. In one conference, she met a man who became a ‘milestone’ for her as she later said in her later call as a missionary to Lisuland. That missionary by the name of J. O. Fraser was a missionary to the Lisuland tribes and it was then that Isobel knew God’s call for her life.
From that time on, Isobel followed her Master’s call to go to foreign missions. Her first step on the way was through going to the Moody Bible Institute where she met her future husband- John Kuhn- who was also preparing for the mission field. In Bible Institute, her searchings led her to a new realization of God’s care for His children. She realized that even though her search for the Master was ended, the search for a depth into the wisdom and knowledge of God never stopped. When her time for her departure to China where her fiancĂ© was waiting for her, she had told her friends, ‘Let us go on searching.’ She meant that we must search more and ‘Go on searching’ the love of God and what plan He had in plan for us. It is a word for us all to go on searching and exploring the greatness and the dearness of our wonderful God. So- Let us go on- Searching!


(This was taken from one of my Literature essays at school while reading Isobel Kuhn's autobiography... "By Searching". I did a bit of editing on it today from the internet link... Wikipedia.com) 
Love in Him
Joy.

Just A Normal Post..... or is it?

Sunday, 3 July 2011


This will just be a normal post... or will it? I really don't know what's a normal post exactly. Uhm... so what can I present to my viewers that will be of interest? Please bear with me if this post is a bit random and crazy in it's manner! I know I haven't posted anything lately, and p.l.e.a.s.e. don't expect regular posts either as I am trying to juggle a million activities in 24 hours... hahah.... (that's a bit of an exaggeration). Today is the last day of the holidays for Gracie and me, so I will be even busier later on. I'm not sure whether I'm glad or sad that the holidays are over. I really enjoyed the time off school as I got to actually start this blog and do a few other odd activities. I enjoy school though. So, I am going to look at this new term with renewed zeal and work-mindedness, hoping and determining to finish as much as I possibly can and NOT WASTE TIME!!!!!!!!! I'm going to remember a verse from Scripture: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" Philippians 4:13, when Math is screaming into my face again and feels beyond my reach, and when an enticing, unopened book beckons me to desert my PACE's in order 'to enjoy it's passing pleasure'! My duty in life at this time is to study and do my duty at home and learn, and that's what is pleasing to the Lord!

During these holidays, I didn't write as much as I wished.... yes, every day I edited a word or so, added a syllable in the sea of words on my novel.... but the blog has taken lots of my time I'm afraid. So, considering my disgusting procrastination, I shall be trying to devote as much free time as possible to my writing period, almost every evening!!!!! Hmmm.... a few random thoughts about writing, and writing a novel in particular.... One thing I can say about it is that it is dreadfully, awfully fun (makes sense, eh?... Not really, but...) You see those "Blank Page Syndromes" are just dreadful! But getting a sudden "Inspiration" is... is... is... FANTABULOUS (never heard that word? I got it from a friend who coined the word)! Writing... at least with me... is like riding on a roller-coaster! One moment I think I've got the stuff of a real writer... I think, "Mmmm, that sounds original and real... my huge fan of readers will fall in love with this!', (very puffed up and prideful I know...) the next moment I go, "Ugh! Disgusting!!!!!!!!! I'm simply not cut out to be a writer... who will care about this rubbish? Don't even start thinking of publishing... you'd get nothing but rejections all the way!!! Anyway, how will you find an agent interested even in the title? Stop dreaming away!" The fact is, I'm learning that I need to commit all this to the Lord. My duty is to do my best and WRITE. If the Lord wants my story to be published, He will open the way. If not, He'll close it. God has a plan, a wonderful plan, even if it isn't necessarily what I want or think is His will. I'm realizing that anything outside of His will, is dreadful misery, publishing or no. The Lord Jesus said, "Without Me you can do nothing"... how true that is! We can't do anything of worth without Him, everything is dross and worthless. Remember the quote by C.T. Studd? "Only one life, twill soon be passed. Only what's done for Christ will last!". Abiding in Christ--the vine--is the key. "Oh Lord, teach me to abide in You! Help me to cling to You, and You alone. Not to earthly ambitions and dreams, but to the eternal. I am Yours, save me!"

Jonathan Edwards once said, "The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music." Music is certainly a wonderful gift from God to humanity... imagine what the world would be like without music? I'm so glad that we can praise God with music, and worship Him with the song! Beautiful music, music that is God-glorifying always inspires me to worship!

When I was 11, I got a violin for my birthday. It was an exciting day... I had formally played piano... (I might tell my experiences of that another time, maybe) but the day I got that violin, it started me on a wonderful journey of violin learning, one that I have essentially enjoyed and thanked God for, and learnt a lot by, both musically and in my own walk with God (just take an exam and it makes you realize how much you need the Lord)!

My manual of study at the moment goes like this... around 8 different scales (in around 5 different variations... legato, spiccato, detache, and two types of hooked-bow)... around 7 arpeggios (in 3 different variations legato, detache and marcato)... three chromatic scales.... now let us see.... another two pages filled with weird technical exercises that include 'octaves, sixths and thirds'! All that is VITAL to becoming a virtuoso violinist one day and I believe it even if I don't like the idea. Of course I then have my 5 list pieces of music...the "Study", "Allegretto Moderato", "Humerisque" "Minuet and Trio" and "Greensleeves variation". They are all great fun, as well as challenging! I wasn't able to practice them all today. I just worked on the technical exercises/scales and on one of my 5 pieces for 45 minutes. I didn't get mad at my hooked-bows and spiccato... a rare event!

So! What else is there to talk about on this post? Oh yes, here are a two pictures I did from the 'Paint' on the P.C. which I'm putting up.... they are rather irregular and interesting; I did them while listening with my sisters to the Knights of Arrethtrae audio... a fun and enjoyable time!

Hope you enjoy...

Mountain Country...

(That's Nevalda Pool... a made up name)

Country Cottage

(That's Lady Felicity's home... a made up character)


Well, I really need to go now. Got heaps of stuff to do before the day is over. But I leave you with this verse.... "Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30

Love in Him

-Joy.