MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

I just wanted to wish you all a very merry Christmas!!!!! :D Blessings upon you all!

As you tear open your presents tomorrow morning, and scream with delight that you got what you wanted, or try to show gratitude when you didn't, I pray that you remember that this time of year isn't about getting the gift that you want, it's about being given the gift that you needed: God's son, Jesus Christ. :)

Have a wonderful holiday, and remember to when you wake up in the morning, thank Christ for coming down to earth and being born in a humble stable, all the while with the knowledge that He would die a most horrible death. Doing all of that, just for you, so that one day, He could call you son or daughter, and take you to live with Him in the Paradise, forever. :) Amen.

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂, and merry Christmas!!!!

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

An Update On Life And The Things In It

I am sorry that it has been so long since I have even gotten on here. I'm finding with the business of the holidays, I haven't had all that much time to "waste" an hour or two of my day sitting in front of the glowing screen of the computer. I've been instead reading, making Christmas presents, and just relaxing around the fire place with my family, and it feels good! I've got to say, I've now gotten to a point that it really does feel like a "waste" to get on here! Unless of course I have a specific reason for it. Like just now, I just wondered away to help my sister with some specifics about our parent's present (and no, I will not tell you what it is, my mom DOES come on here every so often! ;) lol). But anyways, that's why I haven't written very many posts. But probably after Christmas, and all of the business has passed, I'll be able to, not only work harder on getting all of TSOT onto the computer, but also be able to post more. :)

So, to begin, I've been doing a lot of reading lately, even though I'm a pretty slow reader, I LOVE to read! So, ya, the picture above. . . that just happens to be my bedside table, and those books. . . those are the books I am reading right now (sorry about the picture being slightly blurry, my camera doesn't take the best pictures at night). It's not the most current picture, I've finished The Hobbit since I took it, and there are several more bookmarks dangling out of pages. . . but otherwise. . . it's fairly accurate! :)

Yesterday we got out Christmas tree up and decorated. It is the biggest, most beautiful tree we have had in my entire life! It looks just like a tree in a toy store would; packed up with all of the different ornaments we've been given throughout are lives. No fancy, ornamental tree for us! :) And I'm kind of glad. My grandma had this tradition that each year at Christmas she would give each of us cousins an ornament, and after she died, my parents picked it up and have continued the tradition. I loved pulling out all of my ornaments, and remembering the Christmases that I got them. . . . It makes it a whole lot more special I think, when you have memories attached to the decorations and stuff.

Well, I think I shall go pick up one of those books from my bedside table! Maybe Uglies. . . it's in a very exciting part! :)

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Announcements!!!

*clears throat* I have two grand announcements to make. First off, today, at around 10-11 o'clock, I wrote the last sentences of The Sword of Teneraz, thus, finishing the writing segment of a completed book. :D I am now currently typing it into the computer, and then I'll begin editing. And soon, very soon (for I fear I will not be able to wait until I have finished editing) I will begin writing the sequel to TSOT. (And that is the second announcement) as I promised here is the long awaited name of the sequel: (drum roll please!) The Wolves of Langoor.

Also, I've been thinking. . . and I really need to find a name for this trilogy I be writing here. (Forgive my switches between old british, scottish, others of the sort and normal writing, I am rather excited right now, and in a fantastical, dreamy, bouncy sort of mood.) I had had the thoughts of calling it the Trilogy of the King, but I think that sounds too much like The Chronicles of the Kings, by Francine Rivers, I believe, and doesn't sound all that good, besides, there is really more than one king in the series, so it would have to be Trilogy of the Kings, making it even more like that other title. What about Keys of the Kings Trilogy? That sounds sort of nice. . . besides being a tongue twister in itself. Do you have any suggestions?? I know you don't have much to go off from, but perhaps you can come up with something better than these, or do you like one of those titles? Please tell me!

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Turkey, Cranberry Sauce, and NaNo, Oh My!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! :D Enjoy your turkey (or chicken, which I just realized we are having instead of turkey. . . scratch the title, make it chicken.), pumpkin pie, pecan pie, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and whatever else you might be having! :) Today is a day to be thankful. Thank you God!! For what? You may ask: for all the blessings which He has poured out, and continues to do so! Like this day, He realized that we all needed a nice break in between our worrying and stressing out to realize all the different things which we are blessed with, and to be thankful. And that is why, many years ago when the Indians came and saved the Pilgrims from starvation, He put the thought into one of those Pilgrims heads "Hey! Let's make this into a holiday!" And so they did. (At least, that's my version of it, don't go to your history teacher and say, "Well I've heard that it happened this way, so you're wrong!" That is liable to get you to the principles office. . . . But on the upside, you would then be able to wish him a happy Thanksgiving! –Still refrain from doing that all the same, I don't want to be blamed. . . . )

Now, onto the NaNo part of the title. I am currently. . . *takes a deep breath to calm self* . . . finishing up the last chapters of TSOT!!!!!! :D :D (Ok, so that deep breath didn't help.) I don't have my current word count, because I am writing it out by hand, and I really don't want to take time away from focusing on the actual writing to put it onto the computer right now (not with a dead line so close anyways.) So I'll have to update my little word count on the side bar later. . . . . . . when it's done. . . . o_O

Well. . . anywho. I would love to hear how all of the rest of you who are participating in NaNoWriMo are doing! :) And also, do you have any special traditions for Thanksgiving?? I'd love to hear them!

Further Than I Thought!

I am excited to announce, that despite my previous belief that this week I had fallen 6 pages behind (I caught up Sunday what I had missed last week, so I was currently on schedule), I have recalculated what I have left in TSOT, and if I kept writing 4 pages a day (without having caught up what I missed this week) I would be done by around the end of next week!! :D Finished writing the book!!! Then comes all the editing and such of course, but the writing step will have been finished! Soon, I will be privileged to announce to you all the name for the next book, the sequel to TSOT. :)

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

1 down, 3 to go!

The first week of NaNoWriMo is just about finished. Tomorrow is the official beginning of the 2nd week, but I think it's close enough to give a report on how writing as been going.

So my goal has been to write 4 pages a day, and I have been able to stay fairly close to that. The first day I wrote 3 1/2, then the next day 4, the day after 3, then 4, then about 3, and yesterday was about 4 1/2. So it's been staying pretty consistently going between 3 and 4 pages. I think that I might write some more today, and see if I can catch up the loose ends.

And so it begins. . . .

Today I am beginning my NaNoWriMo commitment. I know, November actually started yesterday, but I usually take a break from writing on Sunday, unless I'm just absolutely itching to write, so today is the beginning. 50,000 words (or book finished) by midnight on November 30th. *grins nervously* I averaged out how many more chapters I have in TSOT to write, and came to about 9. So that makes around 2 and a half chapters written each week. Yup, I think I might be able to do that. I'll keep you updated during the month on my progress. I would appreciate it if all you fabulous blog readers out there would keep me and TSOT in your prayers, that God will guide what words I should write down, so that this book will bring Him glory and honor. :) Pakka pú!

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Maidens and Dresses

A few of you know that I have for quite some time now been working on sewing a medieval dress. Well, I am proud to say that I have completed it! You can see it in the picture above. I have always loved the feel and look of dresses such as this. They have a softer, more elegant touch than that of most modern dresses. Sadly, we are unable to wear dresses such as this all the time. *sigh*

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Acting, Writing, and Other Things in My Life Right Now

I am very sorry that I have given no update on the play that I am in except for saying that I got several parts in it. We only have 2 more performances left out of our ~14~ (I think that was the number. . . .). That is very sad, and I am going to REALLY miss this group of people! We have come to be like one big family. And although, like any other family we've had our ups and downs (and a ton of sickness in between!!) we've been able to encourage each other, and carry each other through the downs, while bouncing and going crazy with one another during the ups. :) I will never forget a few nights ago when someone's friend's mother had pretty much died and was in the hospital in critical condition, we all stopped what we were doing and had a prayer circle right then and there in the girls dressing room. What an awesome feeling to be able to do that!

I am continually praying that God will provide more opportunities for me to act, and He is doing just that! Just about a week ago I got a call from a lady asking if I would be able to act in this years Bethlehem Village (a reenactment of the Christmas story), so I am now going to be a friend of Elizabeth, and the understudy for Mary! But the schedule for this is a LOT less busy, and it will feel good to have a break from all the rush, although I am sure that once a few months have gone by I'll be ready to get back up and going again!! But we shall see what God has in store.

In the meantime, I have found out that November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I don't intend to join in the actual NaNoWriMo activity. But I DO plan on focusing hard on writing TSOT during the month of November, and hopefully finishing it. *lots of cheers, applauds, and patting on the back* And since I won't have any acting commitments aside from Bethlehem Village which only practices on Sunday, and even then not on every Sunday, I think that I should be able to do this easy!

So I have a new goal: Finish The Sword of Teneraz by midnight, November 30th.

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 5 the Sense of Taste

Finally, the post you have all been waiting for (drum rolls please). . . . The 5th and FINAL post of the Description series I have been doing. (Go here for the 1st post, and here for the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th.) We have gone through the senses of sight, sound, smell, and touch. And now we have come to that which (for me) is the hardest and most complicated. . . taste.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. A gust of wind swept over Patience, gently caressing a lock of hair over her cheek. An especially long piece of grass tickled her ear before springing nimbly back into place as the wind slowed. The smell of on coming rain taunted her nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all quiet.

Taste. It is easy to add taste into your stories when your characters are eating. For instance, practically everyone knows what cheese tastes like, so you can just mention that the food had a cheesy flavor, and immediately the reader's mind transfers the memory to their tongue (remember what we had said about the memory of feel? It's the same thing with taste). Even with things that you may not have eaten (such as a new food you create, or insects–ew!) you can make things up, or find something similar to the taste you want (or in the case of bugs, you could always give one a try–definitely not recommended!).

But there's much more to taste than food: when you wake up in the morning before you've quite had enough sleep, you tend to have a sour taste in your mouth; if you are thinking about something that makes you queasy you may get the taste of bile; or if you're sick then you often have a funny taste in your mouth. Those are just a few examples. I would love to sometime research all the different times you get tastes, such as when you're feeling something, and see why it happens. If any of you have any ideas why, please share! :)

Taste is probably the least used of all descriptions. But that doesn't mean that you can't use it! In fact, I encourage you to! When I was reading Eragon I was amazed to note how many times Christopher Paolini mentioned taste in his writing. I was also amazed at how much it added to the story! I suggest practice. . . . When you're out and about, or just hanging out at home, take note of the tastes you have in your mouth and when they happened, even why they might have come about. Then, when you sit down to write keep taste in the back of your mind to see if any opportunities open up to add it into your story.

Sadly in our paragraph I can find no place to add taste in without making it jerky and boring. But this is a good example, because you can't always add every sense into your sentences, in fact, if you did that (I apologize to anyone who may write this way) then you'd have a pretty boring book. So add description in only as much as is needed to paint a picture for your readers. And feel out what the perfect amount is for your style of writing–some people like to add more then others, which is absolutely fine. The only thing I'd say is use less during the action scenes, such as when someone is being chased through the woods. It's never fun for the reader when its all "ahhh! He's going to get me!" And then there's a description of every feather on an owl on a tree branch. Mentioning the owl would be perfectly fine, actually, I think it would add to the whole sense of the scene, just take in to mind that at that point the reader wants to know what's going to happen, and how things are going to turn out and not whether the owl is grey, or grey with brown spots.

And that brings our series to an end. :) I hope that you have enjoyed it, and that it has been of help to you. I love to hear from you. And I'd love to hear what your thoughts are on writing, and description!

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 4 the Sense of Touch

The next post in the series. (If you have missed the first 3 other parts, you can get to them here: Description; the 6th Sense–Part 1 the Sense of Sight; Part 2 the Sense of Sound; and Part 3 the Sense of Smell.)

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. The smell of on coming rain taunted Patience's nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Touch. . . . What a special thing it is. It's the feeling of the strong arms of someone they trust, which give's a little child the sense of security. It's the softness of a puppy's fur, or a chicks feathers that gives us the delight of holding or touching them. Touch– it is the feeling of warm earth squishing between our toes that we keep wanting to come back to; it is the kiss of a butterfly's wings, or the rush of wind upon our face. Touch. But how do we interpret that onto paper? How can we say what touch is, when you have to feel it in order to truly understand it. But not necessarily. . . . Like smell, you have a memory of things you've felt; the roundness of a ball that you have just thrown; the rough grains of the wood of the chair you have just sat in. That memory, can be harnessed and used to help your writing. Let's say that the character that you are writing about has picked up a piece of cloth. You can phrase what they feel in some way like this: "He ran his fingers over the material, it was like thin silk, smooth and soft, yet in other ways it was different. . . tougher for instance, it almost had a leathery feel to it." You see, first you get the feel of silk, then of leather, mix it together and vwalla! You have the feel of this new material.

But not all things are like that. Many you have to create your own texture for, such as darkness. You can't feel it in the literal sense. And yet, it wears on you, and seems to close in on you. Fog adds a chill to the air, and strains your eyes, so that it almost feels as if it were pressing into them. You can feel someone's stare, although they are touching you in no way. And the list goes on. Experiment, touch things, and see if you can word what it feels like and that way the next time you come to a part in your writing, where you need to describe touch, you will know what to do.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. A gust of wind swept over Patience, gently caressing a lock of hair over her cheek. An especially long piece of grass tickled her ear before springing nimbly back into place as the wind slowed. The smell of on coming rain taunted her nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all quiet.

(Thank you Hannah for your suggestion on the last sentence, I do believe it flows much better now. :) )

The 5th, and final part of the series will be coming soon. :)

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

A Path of Perfection

I would just like to direct your attention to the verse for today on the sidebar.

Psalms 18:32

It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.

How cool is that?!?! It is GOD who arms us with strength, and not only that! He makes our way PERFECT! WOW!!!

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 3 the Sense of Smell

Next we move on to the sense of smell. (If you missed that I am doing a series on description, take a look at Description; the 6th Sense–Part 2 the Sense of Sight and Description; the 6th Sense–Part 1 the Sense of Sound) The senses of sight and sound are sometimes the easiest of the senses to describe. Because when we first encounter something, first our eyes take it in, then we listen, then, once we have noticed it in those ways, we move on to smell, touch, and often lastly, taste. And because of that, often these last 3 senses can be left out when you describe things in your writing, for sake of slowing the story line down and leaving your reader uninterested. Though at times it is necessary to add them, and if you are able to discern those times, it will make your story on the whole much deeper.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. Patience turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Smell is quite interesting when you think about it. You don't even have to have a bouquet of flowers in front of you, but when you think about one your nose immediately picks up the memory, and you can smell it. But lets just focus on what IS in front of you. In a meadow, like the one that Patience is sitting in, you would most likely smell grass, earth, and flowers. With the storm coming on (I love this smell) you would catch the scent of rain in the air. If your by a fire however, the smells are altogether of a different sort. You may smell ashes, and and smoke, intermingled with the scent of the wood that is being burned. Some wood types have stronger, sweater aromas then others, so if your portraying a place of comfort, peace, and beauty, you may pull that out in your writing. Where as, if you are in some place different, such as a dungeon, or the camp of the enemy, then you might have it be wood of a more foul sort being burnt. Like I said before, the smell of things, is so small, that we often don't make ourselves conscious of it, but our bodies take it in, and it is part of our surroundings. Part of what makes us feel alert, or relaxed. It weaves through our senses, and directs the path that our emotions take.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. The smell of on coming rain taunted Patience's nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

By The Dwarf's Beard!

Calling all mythological experts!! (And any who simply enjoy reading fantasy, and wish to put in their two cents.) Ok, I'll start at the beginning, so I was happily writing along, everything was going smoothly, and I was happy. What more could a writer ask for? Perfect right? Weeeeeelllll. . . it just so happens that I all of a sudden realized, that I was treating this Dvergr (they're pretty much Dwarves, Dvergr means Dwarf in Old Norse) like he was a human, I wasn't showing any of his culture coming out–and I'm sure that we can all agree that Dwarves deserve to have they're own culture. So anyways, I decided to do some research on Dwarves and figure out some things that I could switch around and add to make them more Dvergr/Dwarfish. And that seemed to work! I found out some ways that I could change how the house is, so that it's more Dvergrish, like adding decorations that they might have, and making it be in a more cave like setting. So things were going pretty good! Then I scrolled down and came to the subject of Dwarf woman. And um, well, this Dvergr happens to have a wife, and their little girl. Um yeah. . . . If you have ever read up on Dwarf mythology, you'll understand my meaning, but for those who haven't, let me explain. Most people say that the Dwarf woman look so similar to the men (beards and all), and even sound so like them, that you can't even really tell the difference, others say that there are no woman, and (C.S. Lewis began this theory) they sprout from rocks. (At least that is what I found on Wikipedia, if any one has heard anything different, I am all ears!)

So, here is where the problem comes in. . . . So I have this Dvergr, and his wife and daughter. Do I have the wife have a beard (and then possibly even the daughter, as some of the myths say that they have their beards from birth) or do I completely take her out, and just have it be a group of men (though I was kind of wanting a homely feel). Or, do I make the Dvergr be different then the Dwarves in this area, and have the woman actually look like female beings. I'm laying it before all of you bloggers! What do you think??

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

P.S. A Description post is coming very soon, I promise! I've been sick with strep throat for a while, so haven't been able to get to it yet.

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 2 the Sense of Sound

To continue our series, we move on to the sense of sound. (For those of you who haven't read the last post I posted, I'm doing a series on description. In the series, I gave an ordinary sentence without any descriptions, and am going through all of the 5 senses and adding description to it, until it is completed, and we have developed the 6th sense; description. To read Part 1 click here.)

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. Patience turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head.

So, it now has sight. The most basic of the senses, and the one which we most often look to first, before moving deeper. Sometimes we forget to look deeper though, and just stop here (I've done this many a time). And though this does work in many situations, think of how much deeper, how much more real the seen you are laying before the reader would feel, once you get all (or at least most) of there senses participating, not just their eye. The sentence above seems complete, and I must admit, I felt that it was finished. And yet, as I thought about it, I found small ways to worm the other senses. Just small changes here and there that make not near as much difference as when we added sight to it. But once it's finished, it will feel more complete.

You're ears are probably the second thing you move to, once you've viewed everything with your eyes. You hear the thudding of boots, or the rustle of grass. When you're blindfolded, or in the dark, you can't rely on your eyesight any longer, so your ears become more open. You hear every creak, every bump or stir in the darkness. You can hear chains clinking, or voices. Let's go deeper into the voices; you can make it rough and rugged, with slurs, and/or an accent. Or you can make it proper and learnt, with long words, and saying things in a more correct way. But you can also make them demanding, or curious, simply by saying so. 'Why?' Gregory piped up again in his curiosity. You see? You don't just have to make sounds, but use words to describe it. Like if someone is nocking on a door, you don't necessarily have to type out; nock-nock, or tatt-tatt, or something like that. You can just say, he rapped his knuckles twice in quick succession against the wooden door. I'm not saying at all that you can't type out the noises, it all depends on your preference, or style of writing, whether you want to do that or not.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. Patience turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Keep a look out for Part 3, coming soon. :)

Assr lei∂r ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 1 the Sense of Sight

It seems that a lot of you are wanting tips on writing and stuff like that. So I decided to do a series on description. (Take note, that I am by no means an expert, feel free to comment, and tell me what you think, or if I have stated anything wrong–though I will ask you to please state your mind respectfully, I want to hear from you and your thoughts on the subject.) Description holds a certain wonder on me, how it magically turns plain, uninteresting sentences into ones that captivate you, never ceases to awe me. Simple words, like dark, and ominous, can make a reader shudder. While other words, like bubble, and beautiful, can make them smile with contentment.

In this series I'm going to give you a sentence, a plain, ordinary sentence, with no descriptions what-so-ever. Then, slowly, we'll add description based on the 5 senses; sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. To end with the 6th sense; description. And a much more intriguing, and satisfying sentence (or sentences, depending on how long it gets.)

Are you ready?? Alright, here is the sentence that we'll be using:

Patience sat in the meadow, when she saw a storm coming on. 

So we've go the sentence. Nothing fancy. . . like the string of a necklace, now we just need to add some beads to it. First, we'll start with sight.

So we've got Patience sitting in the meadow (btw, I named her Patience, because she must have been sitting in the meadow a very long time, and she'll be remaining there until we've added all of the senses, so she's got to be very patient. . . . ). Now close your eyes, and put yourself in the meadow, we're she is. Picture everything. You don't need to worry about touch or sound or any of that, we'll work with that in another post, just focus on the sights. Are you sitting beneath a tree? Or in the open grass?? Are there lots of flowers in the meadow? Perhaps is there a bird flying around?? Dig into the deep things (because though you don't always need to add the little things, it's good to know what they are, just in case an opportunity rises.) like the bugs. If you really think about it, bugs inhabit the grass. Most of the time you can't see them, but when you walk, they sometimes go jumping off, in order not to be squashed. So perhaps you want to add a few crickets, or grass hopers hoping about on the grasses. Is it windy?? With a storm coming on, it may just be, otherwise the clouds wouldn't be moving very fast. Are the dark clouds rearing up like a monster? Or are they spreading across the whole of the horizon, like a deadly plague? 

Alright, you can open your eyes now. Now let's add some sight to this sentence.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak.  Patience turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head. 

As you can see, sight can change a whole lot about the atmosphere of a scene.

I hope this has been helpful! :) In a few days or so, I'll continue the series with the sense of sound. 

Assr lei∂r ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Modesty Survey

I was just browsing the net, when I decided to go check out http://www.therebelution.com/blog/, a site that I had thought looked cool before, but had never really gotten a chance to check out. Well, I was so encouraged and blessed by going! For some time I've been really searching for the line between modesty and immodesty, especially with feeling called to go into the acting business, and the knowledge that I would have to stand my ground firmly and truly KNOW what I believed, and WHY I believed it. Well, I went onto the site (by the way, you should go check it out! What I've seen so far makes me believe that it's a really great site.) and found a link to this modesty survey that they had taken. And all I can say is WOW!!! It has helped me SO much! And has truly helped me to understand what makes our brothers stumble, and why. I highly encourage you to go check it out! (Click here to go to the page.) Sisters in Christ, read this with open ears, listen to our brothers pleas! I don't know how you can read this and not be changed! I was truly blessed that God lead me to this page, and I pray that it will help you as it has helped me. 

Modesty is so much more then what we wear. It's truly about the heart. For that is what our Father sees. But if we just sit around with our skimpy clothes and use that as an excuse, are we truly of pure heart? No, we must do what we know we must, and if God convicts you of more, then, by all means, do it!! But if He does not, then who can ask for more? Let us help our brothers fight this battle which we so often look over as a subtle summer storm if not just a gentle rain. When really, (as you will see in the survey) it is much, much more. (Forgive me my brothers if I am wrong to assume so much, I do not know what it is like to be a man. Though from the words of other young men, it has been so.) Again I encourage you, at least click on the link and take a look at the site. It is the least you can do.

Assr lei∂r ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethOfMena~

What Makes a Character?

I've been wondering lately about what it is that makes a character "real". You know, how some books you read you get so caught up in the characters and actually start thinking of them as a good friend whom you know well. Where as some other books you just cannot get into, you just cannot feel that connection between reader and character. What is it that makes that difference? What do you think? What is it that makes a character "real" to you?

Are you like Josh and Caleb?

This morning, during my time with God, I was reading Numbers 14 when I got thinking about this passage:

(The group has just come back from spying out the promised land.)

² All the Israelites grumbled against Moses and Aaron, and the whole assembly said to them, "If only we had died in Egypt! Or in this desert! ³ Why is the LORD bringing us to this land only to let us fall by the sword? Our wives and children will be taken as plunder. Wouldn't it be better for us to go back to Egypt?" ⁴ And they said to each other, "We should choose a leader and go back to Egypt." ⁵ Then Moses and Aaron fell facedown in front of the whole Israelite assembly gathered there. ⁶ Joshua son of Nun and Caleb son of Jephunneh, who were among those who had explored the land, tore their clothes ⁷ and said to the entire Israelite assembly, "The land we passed through and explored is exceedingly good. ⁸ If the LORD is pleased with us, he will lead us into that land, a land flowing with milk and honey, and will give it to us. ⁹ Only do not rebel against the LORD. And do not be afraid of the people of the land, because we will swallow them up. Their protection is gone, but the LORD is with us. Do not be afraid of them." ¹⁰ But the whole assembly talked about stoning them. Then the glory of the LORD appeared at the Tent of Meeting to all the Israelites. 

You see, before this, there's not much said about Joshua and Caleb; Caleb stands up and speaks when they are describing what they'd seen there, and their names are mentioned a few times, but that is pretty much it. But after this, they (at least Joshua, but also Caleb I believe) are considered bible heros. What did they do that left such a big impression? After all, they're just two members out of how many Israelites? They're just regular people up till now. But sometimes thats who has the best opportunity to act for Christ. Because we often view our leaders as far above us, but when someone from our numbers takes a stand for what's right, others are sure to follow. Like here, Moses and Aaron could only fall on their faces and plead in that way with them. Then, seeing that, Joshua and Caleb stood up and said what their leaders could not. Basically telling them to keep their cool and trust the Lord, because, since He was with them they had no reason to fear these people, no matter how big and strong they looked. Even in the face of death, they stood on the Lord's side.

    And I got thinking, would I be willing to do that? If my friends started doing something like taking drugs, or practicing wikka or something, would I have the strength to tell them that what they were doing was wrong? I doubt it! I would have to pray EXTREMELY hard for God to give me strength then close my eyes and jump right in. That's just not my personality, I'm not what you'd call a leader. 

    Last year I went to a youth conference and they were talking about leadership. One thing the speaker mentioned which has stuck with me ever since, is that you don't have to have the personality of a leader to be one. You just have to set your standards high and not compromise, and vwala! You're a spiritual leader! Of course included in there is also seeking God's direction, and being totally on fire for him, because without that, you may be a leader, but you're not going to be leading people down the right path. 

    You may be thinking "yeah, sure Josh son of Nun and Caleb son of whoever-it-was stood up, but it didn't work! The Israelites still had to spend 40 years in the dessert." And you're halfway right. Sure the Israelites didn't listen, and they did get punished for that, but neither Josh nor Caleb got punished. If you read on to verse 24 you'll read that Caleb got blessed greatly. "But My servant Caleb, because he has a different spirit in him and has followed Me fully, I will bring into the land where he went, and his descendants shall inherit it." So you see, not so useless after all! Caleb got blessed. And with Josh, he also received God's promise that he also would see the promised land. Just at this time God had different plans for him. Moses took him as his trainee and one day, he would become the leader of the Israelites, and there would serve his Lord farther. Also in verses 37-38 you can see another way which God showed his favor to them. 37 those very men who brought the evil report about the land, died by the plague before the Lord. 38 But Joshua the son of Nun and Caleb the son of Jephunneh remained alive, of the men who went to spy out the land. They were kept alive, I don't know about you, but I think that that's a pretty big blessing, don't you? 

    All that to say, serving God, and following His command to be strong and lead, does pay off. Even if it didn't, we should obey anyways, just because our God and King asks it of us, and we are at his command.

So, are you a Josh and a Caleb? Or are you more like the other spies? Think on it.

Assr lei∂r ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethOfMena~

Trust

If your King walked up to the edge of a cliff and prepared to jump off, then in the last second, He pauses, and holds a hand out to you. With a wink He asks, "Do you trust me?"

What would you say? That's been the question I've had to face these past few months, and even more during these last few days. Only it seems as if He didn't even pause to ask me, rather just snatching me up and throwing Himself over the edge. . . . I keep asking myself, why would He do this? How could He do that? He must have known and cared, yet He still did this? How could that be? Too many questions flood my mind, with too few answers. And I started to feel as if I would drown beneath them all.

But a good friend of mine told me "to turn my anxiety into praise". It seemed to make sense at first, then I realized that that can be pretty hard to do. Last night it was rainy here, I mean, REALLY rainy! I could look out the window and think of it as matching my mourning, and my confusion, then let it soak into my soul and bring me down farther. Or, I could look at it as a gift from Heaven, streaming down to earth to give us life, and exhibit the great love of our Heavenly Father.

Sadly, I went with the first. . . . It is SO hard to force yourself one direction when it would be SO much easier to just float the other! It's all part of trust, do we really trust Him? Do we REALLY have the faith that He will always come through, or that He REALLY knows what is best? 

I'm struggling, I know which way I want to go, it's the getting there that is the problem. . . . I am determined, with God's help, to look at all things today with a view of praise. So here I go. . . taking a deep breathe and plunging in, with the biggest smile I can muster upon my face.

Let the Lord reign forever! And I for one shall be at His side!! *thrusts sword to sky in determination*

Assr lei∂r ykkarr brand.

~ElizabethOfMena~