In which we speak of Happiness – a guest post by Annie Hawthorne.

Monday, 25 November 2013

(This marks the 150th post on this blog - congrats, Annie, and thank you for this lovely post ^_^.)

Since I’m fond of scribbling up blog posts (in my head) I was thrilled when Joy asked me if I could guest post on her blog whilst she’s away in the Land of NaNo. The last time I guest posted for her I had a grand time. So, I happily agreed …and then promptly forgot all about it (Blame NaNo). At any rate, this morning I realized that I still had to type up the post. I knew what Certain Subject I wanted to talk about, but I had no clue how to express it. Which means this might end up being somewhat higgledy-piggledy. Ho hum. Moving on.

The Subject I wish to discuss is Thankfulness. Yes, yes, I know it says ‘happiness’ in the title. But thankfulness and happiness go hand-in-hand. I once read a quote somewhere that said, “It isn’t happy people that are thankful, but thankful people that are happy.”

I know from personal experience that this is true. People who haven’t learned to be content and thankful with where they are in life, their circumstances, etc. will likely never be truly happy. They’re always wanting something more, something else; they don’t like their job, or where they live. And because they weren’t content or thankful for what they did have, generally when they are given what they wanted, it never ends up making them happy like they thought it would. But, if you learn to be thankful where you are and with what you have, you can be happy and contented right now.

“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” ~ 1 Thess 5:18

This is a lesson that God has been teaching me over the past few years. My family’s gone through some rough times financially and medically. Because there’s been times when--due to Daddy’s paycheck coming in late--we’ve had little food or soap in the house, or our well went out and we couldn’t afford to have a new one dug right away, or our washer stopped doing the spin cycle and we had to stir the clothes around by hand (and let me tell you, the water going to our washer is not warm), because of all that, and more, I’m learning to be thankful for what I have right now.

Several years ago my older sister, Holly, had a severe medical condition where the membrane of her throat was damaged and she could only have liquids. She was becoming malnourished, literally starving to death. There were several times we thought she was going to die. But, God was there with us all the way, guiding us, showing us what to do. Holly survived. Now she can eat most any food (save nuts), her hair has grown back (a lot of it had fallen out), she’s not as skinny as a twig anymore, and she is healthy again. Through that trial I learned to appreciate her more and be thankful for her…for every day that we have with her. I think this also helped me be more thankful for life itself. Because when you think about it just the fact that we are ALIVE is enough for us to be thankful and happy about. We have no right to be ungrateful when a loving God has chosen us to be his children. The very fact that we are washed clean by Jesus’ blood is enough and more than enough to be thankful for… to make us content with what he has given us, and with our lot in life
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“I have everything to be thankful for…everything to be happy about. And God is good. I’m alive, truly alive, and I am a child of God. I am loved by the King of Kings, and Saviour of mankind. I am loved by the Creator of the Universe. And I am in his hands.”
~ an excerpt from one of my Journals.

Sometimes when I stand outside under the night sky and tip my head back and look at the stars, with a breeze rippling my hair and the sound of wind in the pines, I am so full of gratitude and happiness that tears run down my cheeks. Sometimes all it takes is a smile on a stranger’s face, a giggle from a tiny baby, the smell of coffee, the sharp black silhouettes of trees against the deep blue of an evening sky, a bird chirping, a tight, never-let-you-go hug from my brother, a flash of vivid colour, the clink of heeled boots on a wooden floor, teardrops from the sky splashing against the glass panes, the feel of satin, or the smell of rain to make me remember again how much I have to be thankful for, how good my Saviour is, and that life truly is beautiful.

Count your blessings. Be thankful for everything. It won’t always be easy, but it will always be worth it.

"Gratitude is all-important. Everything is a gift. Every smell, every second, every ice-cream dollar. Gratitude for the whole story, from beginning to end, gratitude for the valleys and the shadows that lead us to the novel's final page. Take a step and thank God, for He holds you in His hand. Never ask to be put down. Never struggle for separation or for worth apart from His gifts. Breathe, taste His world, His words, and marvel that you are here to feel the blowing swirl of life. To be blown by it. Enjoy your ice-cream." - Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, N.D. Wilson (Disclaimer: I’ve never read this book, thus cannot recommend it. But, I’ve heard it’s quite good)

“It isn't the great big pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones--I've discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be forever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant... I'm going to enjoy every second, and I'm going to know I'm enjoying it while I'm enjoying it. Most people don't live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn't make any difference whether they've reached the goal or not.” ~ Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster.

“Happiness isn't something that depends on our surroundings...It's something we make inside ourselves.”
~ Corrie ten Boom

Annie Hawthorne is a homeschooled young lady between the ages of fifteen and twenty. She is a saved by God’s grace. Daughter of the King of Kings. Multi-genre writer. Avid Bookworm. Knitter. Seamstress. Whovian. Singer. Country girl to the core. Beauty in any form thrills the very fibres of her heart and music is the unspoken language of her soul. A writer by blood and child of God by grace she strives to live life with joy no matter the circumstances

Feeding the Soul: Balancing Busyness and Times of Rest - A Guest Post

Monday, 18 November 2013




I'm so grateful to Joy for giving me the opportunity to guest post while she hammers out her novel during NaNoWriMo. :) Wishing all success to you in your endeavor, Joy, and we look forward to hearing about it when you return!

#via Pinterest
I'm thrilled to share on today's post subject. In fact, when I asked Joy for her approval, I had rather ulterior motives. The practice of balancing work and rest is one I'm far from proficient at, so it is a blessing to discuss this with all of you while receiving a fresh reminder for my own life as well.

Overachievers don't have it easy in today's culture. Not only do we have internet available twenty-four seven, so that we're constantly connected to an inflow of new information, but in that specific sweet spot between highschool and marriage there's simply so much to do. Education (whether through college or independently), caring for family needs, pursuing money-making ventures, and taking time to grow in the Lord turn our days into a hectic spin of running from one deadline to another.

When we're at all equipped for ministry in the Church, the problem compounds exponentially. Truly 'the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few', and those of us who are able to teach and disciple others are sadly outnumbered by baby Christians who clamoring for spiritual food. Ministry leaders, on top of living their everyday lives, often feel so pressed to provide for needs in the Church that our mental refreshment is for the purpose of pouring it into someone else the minute we've swallowed it.

I'm an overachiever, and have been for years. I try to say yes to every need, meet every deadline, and go as deep as I possibly can with every assignment. Many of you are too; and in the thousand varied tasks that fill our days, we try to solve our problem of too much to do and too little time by making our first and biggest mistake. We stop taking time to feed our own souls.

There are no margins. There are no five minute breaks. There are no times to sit and rest. Bedtimes creep later and rising times get earlier to compensate for the fact that we are needed, and we only have twenty-four hours in which to fill those needs. Oh, granted, we take the obligatory food to keep our souls alive. Many of us still catch some Bible reading every day. Occasionally we'll scarf down a few pages in an inspirational book, chat with a friend, or watch a movie when we're tired. But I think if we were honest with ourselves, we would admit that a lot of us have been living on spiritual and mental protein shakes for a very long time. Fun is a hazy concept, and relaxation must have been in with the Victorian age for the rich folks who could afford it. The projects never stop. The emails never end. The needs always press.

And some days, if we could really see ourselves, a lot of us overachievers would be a bunch of weak, anorexic souls who are crying inside over the things we can't let go, too hungry ourselves to feed others much longer, and desperate for someone to tell us that they'll understand if we don't get everything done.

So what can we do to escape this trap that we've created for ourselves?

If We Can Stop
Maybe for those of us who struggle with this work balance, the greatest gift we can give to ourselves, and the people we minister to, is the gift of taking a rest.

Taking a break. All right, we'll go along with that. But somehow that never works out for us either. We work double-time before and after to make up for it, and the breaks are only long enough to relax, but never quite enough to restore. That's not a break, and it leaves our souls just as hungry and desperate as before. 

To truly take a break, we must let go of the idea that we are the only people available to save the world.

The  fact is, the stories will stay in the Word Document while we refuel. People will find another article to read if we have to break on our blogs for a (reasonable) amount of time. God is able to disciple his little children even if we aren't there. It isn't our willingness to minister and refusal to rest that keeps the world spinning.

Go read a book. You know, that one book that you've been holding off on because it doesn't fit in your reading schedule. Take a nap and don't set a timer, just for the dare. Watch a movie, and sit still until you finish all of it. Make an extra-special treat for supper, curl up and have a long phone chat with a friend, paint your nails, get out that craft you've always wanted to do but never had time for. Spend a half-hour just praying and talking to the Lord, and if you tend to create a side-commentary and analysis on how you could have prayed better (some of us do), then give it a rest and simply pour out your heart to Him.

And can I add a side note? Checking blogs is not a break. Spending ten minutes on Pinterest will only make your soul feel yucky if you needed the time to close your eyes instead. The email will be there for you later. It will. And you just checked your Blogger feed two minutes ago; let the poor thing have a break too.

The fact is, any of the above activities is not an unnecessary frivolity. Play is just as vital as rest in the Christian life. R.C. Sproul Jr., in a dynamic message about balancing work and rest, said, "Play is a tithe on work. Failure of paying a tithe is robbing God." In the words of Psalm 127:2,"It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep." Some scholars say the Hebrew should be translated "he gives to his beloved even while they sleep".

If play is a tithe on our work, I'm an overachiever who's been robbing God for a very long time, and may He forgive me for it.

Sproul Jr. continues, "Our work lasts into eternity. Our rest touches eternity."

Our work lasts into eternity. Our rest touches eternity. And too many of us workaholic Christians don't realize that in our haste to get our work done, we are living as strangers to Heaven. For we have the joy of eternity starting now, but only if we embrace our rest in Christ and realize that "Jesus did it all."

If we can stop, then we need to take appropriate times of rest to nourish our own souls so that we can be even more ready to feed the souls of others.

 If We Can't Stop
I realize that some people can't just up and take a break. There are health crises, relationship difficulties, and situations that require care every day, all day. Even for the overachievers, there are some circumstances that just don't allow us to drop what we're doing. And in this case, there is only one option. We must abide so deeply in the Lord that He pours in faster than we can pour out.

1. We must ask the Lord to help us number our days aright.

On Sunday nights I line up my sticky notes and divide up the tasks between each day for the following week. And no matter how much I have to do, whether it's manageable or not, it all gets written down, and I expect myself to get it done. Instead, I should be asking the Lord what He would have me do, and realize that the other things are not important. "Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it" (Ps. 127:1). And if I'm laboring in vain on projects that the Lord does not have for me, then I'm missing precious rest and soul-food I could be receiving.

Moses, in Psalm 90, laments the frailty of mankind, that our lives are so short and so feeble. "The years of our life are seventy; or even by reason of strength eighty." And further down, in verse 12, he says, "So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." Teach us to realize our human frailty so that we may wisely direct our days.

We may be busy and unable to rest, but we must make it our plea to our Savior that we are not busy in vain endeavors.

2. Get some really solid support partners.

If we're so busy that we can't take a break, then we need some support partners to be there for us. To remind us to take time to feed ourselves as well as others. To pray their hearts out that the Lord will strengthen and encourage and direct our paths. To help us whenever they can, just as we help people. Even the shepherds sometimes need shepherding, and the teachers sometimes need to be taught. It's the rule in all of mankind that two are better than one. Take the Lord of the Rings, which I've been reading again recently, and which all of us here are rather fond of. ;) Frodo was given the burden of the Ring, and until he died or reached the end of his mission he could not stop or rest or pass off his burden to anyone else. But he had his faithful Sam to encourage and take care of him and carry him when the going was beyond his strength.

Take a break if you can. Pray that the Lord will preserve you from tasks you should not be undertaking. And find a Samwise to help share the load.

When Jesus was on earth, he must have had the greatest pressure to achieve that any of us have ever faced. Think of it: if you had the power to heal, wouldn't you be touching people every waking second to ease their distress? If you could ease minds and forgive sins, and give the perfect advice, wouldn't you be trying to help people with every minute you had on earth? But Jesus, even though he had the power of the all-powerful God, was only given the same energy and bodily strength as the rest of us. And he chose to take his disciples aside time and again and retreat from the busyness of life. He wasn't always able to. Sometimes he tried, but the crowds followed him, and he chose to have compassion on them. Sometimes we do as well. But in spite of the amount of work he had to accomplish, he realized the necessity of ministering to himself so that he could minister with renewed richness to those around him.

If we starve our souls, my friends, then we will be forced to offer less and less to those we are trying to reach. Take time to feed your soul. Take time to rest. And leave everything else up to the One who cares more for his needy people than we ever could ourselves.


Schuyler M. is an avid bibliophile, a young ladies' ministry leader, and an aspiring novelist. Styling herself as Lady Bibliophile, she runs a book blog, My Lady Bibliophile, where she posts Tuesdays and Fridays with book reviews and Christian evaluation methods of classic literature. In her spare time, she likes to listen to Celtic music, study Lord of the Rings trivia, and day-dream about what her growing manuscript would look like on the silver screen.

Goddess Tithe Novella Review

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Well, here I am, taking a little break from NaNo to write this novella review of Anne-Elisabeth Stengl's latest book release, Goddess Tithe. I am not all as savvy with book-reviews as I should like to be but when Anne-Elisabeth sent me a digital copy of her novella to read on the condition that I review it, it was really quite hard to resist! I know a while ago two of my friends asked if I could write a review or something of the kind here on Fullness of Joy for Heartless, the first book in Stengl's Tales of Goldstone Wood fantasy/allegorical series which I got to read earlier this year. I also got to read one of the later novels in the series, Dragonwitch which I perfectly loved! So far I have not had the opportunity to review either of them, but I hope to do so soon, Lord willing, when I come back from my NaNo-break :). At any rate, here is my review of Goddess Tithe... 

P.S. I have a feeling that you'll hear me talk about The Tales of Goldstone Wood and Stengl's books a bit more in the future on Fullness of Joy!


Goddess Tithe
Anne Elisabeth Stengl

(synopsis taken from Goodreads)


THE VENGEFUL GODDESS DEMANDS HER TITHE. When a stowaway is discovered aboard the merchant ship Kulap Kanya, Munny, a cabin boy on his first voyage, knows what must be done. All stowaways are sacrificed to Risafeth, the evil goddess of the sea. Such is her right, and the Kulap Kanya's only hope to return safely home. Yet, to the horror of his crew, Captain Sunan vows to protect the stowaway, a foreigner in clown's garb. A curse falls upon the ship and all who sail with her, for Risafeth will stop at nothing to claim her tithe. Will Munny find the courage to trust his captain and to protect the strange clown who has become his friend?

"Fans of Tolkien and the darker tales of Faerie will be drawn into Stengl's effusive prose and wonderfully scary worlds." 

-USA Today

My Thoughts:
First of all, I have to admit that I am viewing this novella of The Tales of Goldstone Wood, from the perspective of having only read two books before in the series (the first and last novels only). Heartless was a enough of a 'background' for me to help me grasp the story and setting and Dragonwitch added the depth that made me connect with many elements in the tale, but I think full appreciation of it can be best acquired from reading the second book Veiled Rose first (that's my presupposition anyway since I have yet to read the full series).

But back to Goddess Tithe... 
This story is beautiful. It is touching and exciting and full of faerie-beauty and sea lore! One of the favourite things I enjoyed about this story (just as in Dragonwitch) was the cast of characters. They were very real and interesting. They were characters that endeared themselves to me and pulled me along with them into the thick of their lives and dreams: the sailor Munny with his boyish dreams of returning to his mother -- he is such a courageous little fellow! , Tu Puch who teaches him to tie his knots and made me cry (sob!), Captain Sunan--such a fascinating and heroic character, Leonard the stowaway who I have met before and makes me so curious to know his full story (he's quite funny in Goddess Tithe), and Risafeth the goddess of Vengeance; she reminded me a great deal with the Sea Serpent in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. The plot was captivating and well-written - the ending was so heart-wrenching and bittersweet, and yet it was the perfect type of ending. I loved the dialogue-- I think Anne Elisabeth Stengl excels when her characters do not understand each other's languages and try to interact and communicate!! But perhaps what I loved about Goddess Tithe the most was the themes that were woven through the story so beautifully -- ones such as courage and faithfulness, justice and grace and sacrifice. While not being explicitly 'Christian' in plot, this story is full of the transcendence and hidden beauty that poignantly reflect the authoress' Christian perspective and worldviews. One of my favourite lines in the story would be that moment when the Captain tells Munny, "Vengeance cannot abide the agony of grace."

I have to say the more I read of Stengl's writings, the more I admire her work! She's very good.  I should hate to ruin the story for you, so all I'll say is I highly recommend Goddess Tithe and that you really ought to read it! I also very much enjoyed reading Heartless and Dragonwitch and look forward to reading more of her books by and by.

Rating for this Book: five stars!
I received a free e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

The Spiritual Ellipsis - a guest post by Bree Holloway

Monday, 11 November 2013

#Branding - Bree Holloway
When Joy asked me to guest post and mentioned a devotional as an option, I knew almost immediately that was what I needed to do. It wasn't perhaps what I felt properly equipped to do, but God has a lovely way of filling in the holes when I offer all I have, dontcha know. :) 

I've always struggled to keep myself inspired. Naturally, inspiration is not a friend who sticks around for long, but I have this notion that every other writer has figured out their unique way of staying inspired even for the more dry periods and I'm over here twiddling my thumbs. This, of course, is wrong, but I'm human and my ways of thinking can be frightfully twisted at times. Either way, I still for a time had no particular method for keeping inspiration flowing. Because of this, I spent a lot of time on the internet, piddling away the hours looking at cutesy things on Pinterest and reading other peoples' tweets on Twitter. I was wasting my time and then when it came to writing, I wondered why I didn't feel "inspired."

It wasn't until recently that I truly understood the connection. More internet = less time reading, living, worshiping. There ya go. It was the worshiping that I had most neglected, and it was what was most needed, and when I noticed that, the dots began to connect. Because I was still reading for school, that aspect couldn't be drastically changed at the present. Living was debatable - I was spending so much time on the computer that I didn't get outside too much, but I was still interacting with my family and friends (face-to-face) on a regular basis. 

But it was the worshiping that I was struggling with. My actions towards my family were blunt and short; because of the time I had wasted on the internet, I would be behind in my schoolwork and moving quickly to make up with it. I was forgetting to pray - neglecting, really. It had been more than a few days since I'd last read my devotional and/or Bible. 
"But from there you will seek the Lord your God and you will find him, if you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul." -Deuteronomy 4:29
I sought God, I prayed, and I felt richly renewed; I felt blessed. This isn't to say that spiritual renewal is the "instant fix" to your problems - but it's a precious balm, and the knowledge of healing is a "fix" in itself. 
Isn't it fantastic that our God will find us where we are, and take us to where He needs us to be? (Where we need to be?) It had only been a few days that I'd been off focus, and how quickly I'd fallen! It was a reminder that we all need daily: we must be renewed each morning. We are human - fragile and petty - we must constantly seek Christ and His grace. We are lost on our own.

I don't want to say that the internet is solely sinful. We all know that it can be used for a plethora of beautiful, wonderful things. But like the heart, it can also be deceitful, and draws away from our time with our family and - more importantly - our time with our Savior. 
"Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, declares the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and all the places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile." -Jeremiah 29:12-14
Let us seek not only with our hearts, but our minds, our souls, our work. My heart may seek the Lord, but are my actions carrying that out? Does everything I say and do proclaim the life and death of Jesus? I feel like I'm constantly stressing that as bloggers, I want to be part of a community that constantly lifts and prods each other up; that points to Christ in all we do. That perhaps if another blogger drops by she'll see how we encourage and love each other, and want to know why. The Lord is our inspiration, girls. Let's be a strong, God-honoring community of writers, artists, creators of any kind, pointing to our Divine inspiration. I want to be a part of something beautiful like that--don't you? 
Bree Holloway is a young dancer, graphic designer and authoress-in-training. She'd tell you more about herself, but that's better done over a cuppa at her blog, Tea & Bree. Because let's face it - who's story is short enough to sum up in a bio?

Of Betsie Ten Boom - A Guest Post by Leah Good

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

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“If God shows us bad times ahead, it’s enough for me that he knows about them, that’s why he sometimes shows us things you know—to tell us that this too is in his hands.” ~Betsie ten Boom
            
The other day, I started thinking about Betsie ten Boom. Even now that WWII has become part of history, Corrie ten Boom remains a household name for Christian families. I bet most of you reading this have read, watched, or listened to The Hiding Place. Maybe you’ve even done all three or read some of Corrie’s other books like Tramp for the Lord. But back to Betsie. 

Because she didn’t survive the war, or write books, or have a movie made about her life, Betsie is often remembered only as “Corrie ten Boom’s sister,” but I think she deserves more recognition.

This thought came to mind while listening to a message recently. The speaker mentioned how Betsie would pray for the poor, lost souls of the Nazi guards while they beat her. Betsie often gently reminded Corrie of God’s plan when Corrie became frustrated or began to lose hope. Betsie was the one who, in faith, thanked God even for the fleas that later kept the guards away so they could hold Bible studies.

We can learn a lot from this woman who died without gaining much (if any) worldly recognition before her death. She remained faithful until she died, and she didn’t do it for other’s praise.

It’s easy for us to do the right things for the wrong reasons. Following in God’s footsteps will sometimes earn us ridicule in the US, but more likely it wins us praise. People aren’t used to hardworking, polite youth. They’re eager to compliment these traits in us.

Even if we never have the opportunity to point the praise to God, it’s important for us to always internally realize that the praise should really be attributed to the Holy Spirit working in us.

Matthew 6 stresses the importance of not doing things for others to see, saying that those who do things for men to see have already received their reward. Humble people like Betsie have their rewards stacked up in heaven instead of down below. I’m guessing she’ll be one of those people who Jesus was talking about when he said the last will be first. The time may come when following our Lord will bring us ridicule and pain instead of praise. But whatever other people’s reactions, we should follow Betsie’s example of quiet, faithful obedience when no one sees but God.

Leah Good is an eighteen year old daughter of God and homeschool graduate. She recently completed a bachelors degree in Marketing from Thomas Edison State College. She now spends her time pursuing her dream of being a writer. When she's not writing, editing, or dreaming up new stories you can find Leah blogging at Leah's Bookshelf and Teens Interceding for Orphans or writing book reviews on Goodreads.

NaNo, Here I Come!

Friday, 1 November 2013

But perhaps there is neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying.
The rest is not our business.
East Coker, T.S. Eliot


Well, the wheels of time have yet again turned to this inky scribbling mad-dash time of the year: 'tis November! And yes, I have decided to join in NaNoWriMo again. It was such a delightful experience last year, and though I was unable to finish a full novel then, I still got a lot of writing accomplished which I normally don't get a chance to do. This year I will be working pretty much from scratch on my novel, A Love that Never Fails. My aim will be to try to reach those 50,000 words - but all we can do is try our best. That's what I will do, since this November is rather chock-block full with things, including lots of end-of-year school goals and a family music concert at the end of the month that is taking a deal of work and practise beforehand. But I am really excited to finally get the chance to dig my heels into this story and simply WRITE! 

So, like last year, I will be taking an Internet break for the space of November. That includes: facebook, google+, pinterest (except for a few pins for my ALTNF storyboard), goodreads and of course blogging (posting and commenting). I have one pre-scheduled post in mind, plus a couple of wonderful sweet guest-posters who will be filling up my space on Fullness of Joy during November; I hope you will enjoy their posts just as I am/have! They're quite thought-provoking ones actually. So hang around this blog still - it won't be abandoned!

If any of you would like to contact me I will be still checking my email inbox, and occasionally replying throughout November though at a leisurely pace: fullnessofjoy16@gmail.com Oh! And if you are joining NaNoWriMo too - will you please buddy me? My user-name is Joy C. and I am buddies of Bree Holloway, Elizabeth Rose, Jennifer Freitag, Emily and Abigail Hartman if you wish to find me there :-). Lastly, I would appreciate if you could remember to pray for me that I will remain inspired and write for God's glory. Thanks... ^_^ See you in December, Lord willing!
And this is for your enjoyment since you all have been so nice in liking Ernest Gilford!

A golden touch of afternoon sunshine seeped through the black-out skylight of the room, and dust speckles floated like fairy dust about. Jane glanced about her. Even the nursery felt and looked different – upside down and out-of-place, like a crab in a forgotten forest. It was almost... lonely. 
                      A Love that Never Fails