Hello readers! I am a girl with an overactive imagination and some random hyperactive bursts. I get it from my six year old brother. Writing and reading are two things I do a lot. I may offend some people without meaning to and forgive me if I do. I just want say that I want your imput. This is your blog too. Just ask and if I like it and it is reasonable, I'll put it onto my blog! I may be a little childish at times, but hey, that's how I am. Look around to see what I've made! Enjoy!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
A Greater Poison News Flash!
Hi! Okay, I'm not at my usual computer right now. Actually, I'm typing in my little bro's iPod. Anyway, I can't make another chapter since I don't have the needed files of the plot and stuff. Sorry! I'll try to get ad many chapters up as fast as I can after I come back from D.C. Thanks for understanding!
Hey! It's the Last Hymn for a Week!
I'm so sad! I'm going to miss posting this. Okay today's hymn is "Fill My Cup Lord". It goes with the part if today's verse where we are supposed to be in spirit with the gospel of Christ. We need to tell others about it. This hymn yells about what we were before then after salvation. Enjoy!
Like the woman at the well I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
"Draw from my well that never shall run dry".
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
There are millions in this world who are craving
The pleasures earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
So, my brother, if the things this world gave you
Leave hungers that won't pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you,
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray:
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
Have a wonderful day!
Like the woman at the well I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
"Draw from my well that never shall run dry".
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
There are millions in this world who are craving
The pleasures earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
So, my brother, if the things this world gave you
Leave hungers that won't pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you,
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray:
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!
Have a wonderful day!
Hello hello hello! It's the Last Verse For a Week!
Hey! I'm so sad! I'm going to Washington and I can't post anything when I'm there. The last verse that I'm going to give you before I go is Romans 1:9. "9)For God is my witness, whom I serve with my spirit in the gospel of his Son, that without ceasing I make mention of you always in my prayers;" The verse is saying that God is watching us. He will be the witness of everything we do. We'll have to answer to Him someday. It then says that we should serve God with out spirits in the gospel of His Son Christ. It means that everything we do should be fir God. And we should tell others about Christ. We should also pray for others who are in trouble. Whether it be unsaved relatives or Christians who are going through a trial. We should pray for them constantly. If it isn't to much to ask, I would like for the Christians to pray for me. I'm going to Washington at 4 am tomorrow. Pray that I'll be a good testimony and witness. Thank you for your prayers! Have a nice prayerful day!
Friday, May 27, 2011
A Greater Poison chapter 2
Here's the next chapter as promsed.This times it won't be mainly a repeat. It'll be an original that I just typed out. I hope you like it. Oh, and if I can find pics of the characters the I'll put it on the last chaper. Not this one though. Once the story is done, you can see if your imagination matched the people. I think I'm going to use anime pics though. Some of the pics of real people are NOT the best. Recap: We left off where Josh and Percy have been attacked and Percy's on his way to the hopsital and Josh just picked up the needle filled with polonuim. Okay! It the story...begin!
Chapter 2: Steely Welcome
Josh was jolted out of his thoughts by an officer. "Excuse me, Mr.Weathers. I could take that for you and analyze it." Josh nodded his thanks though he was pretty sure what was in it already. "Don't need to dust it for fingerprints. The man was wearing gloves. There won't be any fingerprints there." the officer mumbled mainly to himself. Josh shook his head. "Dust it anyway. Just to be sure you didn't miss any evidence." The officer nodded his agreement before walking away. Josh talked to the docters on the scene. After getting the name of the hospital, he sped down the highway praying the entire time. "Please Lord. Please let the dagger be a normal dagger. Please don't let it be coated in polonuim. Please Father. Percy just got saved a few days ago. He has so much to learn. He-" Josh stopped short. "I can't believe how selfish I sound. Percy would be better off in heaven. Oh, Lord forgive your selfish servant." Josh finally reached Percy's room in the hospital. Since the docters were still applying the stiches, he had to wait for a while. When waiting, he received a call from his collegue, George Biggit. "Hey, Josh. Listen. I know you want to stay here and make sure Percy's well, but we need you to go to the Steels's house just outside of Manhattan. Everyone else is busy working on something else and besides you're one of the best guys we've got. This is a serious murder you're doing. Get it done ASAP. Percy'll will come to you when he's done recuperating. You've got to get to the Steels' mansion by tomorrow morning. Alright? See ya." Josh sighed. Praying that God would heal Percy ro give him a relatively painless death, he walked out of the building.
The next morning, Josh drives quickly down the highway. Turning onto the Steels's driveway, he couldn't hold back a whistle of shock. He'd seen mansions in his lifetime but this one beat them all. Four stories, huge fountain out front, and from where he was parked, he saw the tennis courts in the backyard along with a golf course and a mini golf course. "These people know how to spend." he mumbled running his hand through his brown hair as he walked to the huge oak double doors. After ringing the doorbell, a muscular doorman opened the door. "You must be Mr. Weathers. Come in. We've been expecting you." Josh was realively tall for his age, 6 foot 2 inches. But compared to the doorman who was probably close to seven feet at least, he felt tiny. "Mr. and Mrs. Steel, the detectve has arrived." the man said pushing open an equisit door. Mrs. Steel and Mr. Steel were two, grayish brown-haired, friendly looking people. They both smiled as he came in. "Hello, Detective Weathers. I hope you can help us with our son's murder. I'm not comfortable with a murder loose on the streets." Mr. Steels said. Mrs. Steel bit back a sob. "Poor Chris. Thank goodness he's with God now." Josh smile widened at the words. "I agree. I have a friend in the hospital that I'm praying for too. God is there." Mrs. Steel smiled widely. "Thank you. The Lord has sent me a kindred spirit in my grief." Just then, a snort came from a shaded corner of the room. A girl about his age sat in a designer chair frowning. "Great, another Christ wannabe. They said that you're one of the best. I don't see how a idealist Christian is going to solve anything." she said flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. "Amy! That was uncalled for! Detective Weathers is here to help us! He's been attacked once already!" Mrs. Steel exclaimed. Mr. Steel sighed. "Please forgive my daughter. She is very much against our beliefs." Amy mumbled something that Josh decided not to make her repeat. A young man with brown hair walked into the room. His pleasent smile was a great change from Amy's scowling face. "And who might you be?" Josh asked. "I'm Kyle. I'm Amy's younger brother and Chris's twin." Josh felt symphathy for him. He would never know how hard it was to lose a twin. "Well, I'm just going to look around the house and ask some questions if you don't mind." Mr. Steel nodded quickly. "Of course! Do whatever you need. I just want my son's killer behind bars." Josh nodded and walked out. He felt Amy's hard gaze drilling holes into the back of his head. "Steel," he thought. "I see her last name fits her well. Lord work in her life." As he climbed the stairs, he didn't hear the door open and see someone leave and creep behind him.
Chapter 2: Steely Welcome
Josh was jolted out of his thoughts by an officer. "Excuse me, Mr.Weathers. I could take that for you and analyze it." Josh nodded his thanks though he was pretty sure what was in it already. "Don't need to dust it for fingerprints. The man was wearing gloves. There won't be any fingerprints there." the officer mumbled mainly to himself. Josh shook his head. "Dust it anyway. Just to be sure you didn't miss any evidence." The officer nodded his agreement before walking away. Josh talked to the docters on the scene. After getting the name of the hospital, he sped down the highway praying the entire time. "Please Lord. Please let the dagger be a normal dagger. Please don't let it be coated in polonuim. Please Father. Percy just got saved a few days ago. He has so much to learn. He-" Josh stopped short. "I can't believe how selfish I sound. Percy would be better off in heaven. Oh, Lord forgive your selfish servant." Josh finally reached Percy's room in the hospital. Since the docters were still applying the stiches, he had to wait for a while. When waiting, he received a call from his collegue, George Biggit. "Hey, Josh. Listen. I know you want to stay here and make sure Percy's well, but we need you to go to the Steels's house just outside of Manhattan. Everyone else is busy working on something else and besides you're one of the best guys we've got. This is a serious murder you're doing. Get it done ASAP. Percy'll will come to you when he's done recuperating. You've got to get to the Steels' mansion by tomorrow morning. Alright? See ya." Josh sighed. Praying that God would heal Percy ro give him a relatively painless death, he walked out of the building.
The next morning, Josh drives quickly down the highway. Turning onto the Steels's driveway, he couldn't hold back a whistle of shock. He'd seen mansions in his lifetime but this one beat them all. Four stories, huge fountain out front, and from where he was parked, he saw the tennis courts in the backyard along with a golf course and a mini golf course. "These people know how to spend." he mumbled running his hand through his brown hair as he walked to the huge oak double doors. After ringing the doorbell, a muscular doorman opened the door. "You must be Mr. Weathers. Come in. We've been expecting you." Josh was realively tall for his age, 6 foot 2 inches. But compared to the doorman who was probably close to seven feet at least, he felt tiny. "Mr. and Mrs. Steel, the detectve has arrived." the man said pushing open an equisit door. Mrs. Steel and Mr. Steel were two, grayish brown-haired, friendly looking people. They both smiled as he came in. "Hello, Detective Weathers. I hope you can help us with our son's murder. I'm not comfortable with a murder loose on the streets." Mr. Steels said. Mrs. Steel bit back a sob. "Poor Chris. Thank goodness he's with God now." Josh smile widened at the words. "I agree. I have a friend in the hospital that I'm praying for too. God is there." Mrs. Steel smiled widely. "Thank you. The Lord has sent me a kindred spirit in my grief." Just then, a snort came from a shaded corner of the room. A girl about his age sat in a designer chair frowning. "Great, another Christ wannabe. They said that you're one of the best. I don't see how a idealist Christian is going to solve anything." she said flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. "Amy! That was uncalled for! Detective Weathers is here to help us! He's been attacked once already!" Mrs. Steel exclaimed. Mr. Steel sighed. "Please forgive my daughter. She is very much against our beliefs." Amy mumbled something that Josh decided not to make her repeat. A young man with brown hair walked into the room. His pleasent smile was a great change from Amy's scowling face. "And who might you be?" Josh asked. "I'm Kyle. I'm Amy's younger brother and Chris's twin." Josh felt symphathy for him. He would never know how hard it was to lose a twin. "Well, I'm just going to look around the house and ask some questions if you don't mind." Mr. Steel nodded quickly. "Of course! Do whatever you need. I just want my son's killer behind bars." Josh nodded and walked out. He felt Amy's hard gaze drilling holes into the back of his head. "Steel," he thought. "I see her last name fits her well. Lord work in her life." As he climbed the stairs, he didn't hear the door open and see someone leave and creep behind him.
Pip Pip Cheerio! It's the Hymn for Today!
Hello hello hello! Today's hymn goes with theverse of redemption or forgiveness for those who don't know. Don'tbe embarrassed if you don't know the terms I'm using. Email me if you don't. I'll gladly explain anything you what. But remember, I am a 13 year old girl. Don't ask something a college professor will have trouble answering, unless it's about the Bible. I'll try to answer our question to the best of my ability. Alright, off the rabbit trail now. Today's hymn is, "Blessed Assurance". Told you it had something to do with the verse. Be assured that you're sins are forgiven.
- Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
- Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
- Refrain:
- Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels, descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. - Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long. - Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
What's Up! It's a New Verse1
Hiyas! Today, I'm going to show you one of my favorite verses. It is I John 1:9. "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." It is a great assurance to those wo really what to be a child of God. THe verse assures us that if we truely confess our sins and are sorry for them, God will forgive us and blot our sins away. He won't see them anymore. God will forgive the worst of sins. He is merciful, but we need to ask. Most of the time, we don't ask and then we die and it is too late. Don't wait. You don't know how long God will allow you to live.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A Greater Poison
Hey! Someone emailed me with their request so I desided to make the modern mystery first. Whoever emails me their request on the story, I'll make that one next. These are realtively short stories so there won't be many chapter's to them. This is chapter one. Oh, and to make sure there's no confusion, the post I put up a while back was a snippet or part of the story. It wasn't a summary. I will be putting parts of my religion in this story. Email me if you have suggestions. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Here We Go Again!
29 year old Joshua Weathers, better know as Josh, relaxed in his home in Manhattan. As he sipped his coffee, he scanned the newpaper. Being a PI, he rarely had any time to relax so this was a blessing. After finding nothing of interest, he pulled out his Bible and open to a marked page. He always read this verse before he let the house for work. It was an extra verse outside of his regular morning Bible study. Psalm 46:1, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Josh's life was filled with trouble. He just came home a few days ago from a mystery that sent him into the hospital with a very low body temperature and a gashed head. Yeah, lots of trouble. After being released from te hospital, he was given a few days to relax. Now, he was driving down the very busy road to HQ. He didn't even reach the office when he received a call from his assistant saying that there was a murder in an alley next to the HQ of Steel's Style. "Thanks, I'll be there in a flash." Josh replied. His assistant sighed. "Please don't get in an accident while driving to one again." Josh grinned. "The truck driver was drunk. It wasn't my fault." The man sighed again. "Just get here with both you and your car unscathed." Josh chuckled. "Sure thing." He sped down the highway, zigzagging through the amny cars, ignoring the yells and honks he received.
Once he was there, he saw officers collecting evidence and a body laying still in the snow. Blood. Lots of it. New York PI Josh Weathers glanced around the scene. "Mr. Weathers, what have you gathered?" his assistant asked.
"One, don't call me that. Josh is fine. Second, the victim was subjected to some kind of lethal injection. There was a struggle, and the attacker somehow got the needle in him. I took a blood sample. Some on the ground from the cuts, and some from the body. Check and see if Chis Steel had any medical problems prior to the accident and what that poison is."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant was about to walk away when Josh said, "Don't call me that either."
The attendent looked embarrassed. "Y-yes, um, Josh."
Josh smirked at him. "That's better. Now get going!"
After the scans were done, Josh surveyed the results. "Low blood sugar, probably a diabetic." Josh muttered. "Wow, polonium. This attacker must have been serious." Polonium is a lethal poison that can kill rather quickly. One injection could easily kill hte fittest person. "How did he get it though? Only toxicologists have this, at least that's what I thought. There's been some smuggling going around."
"Mr. W...Josh, we have Chris's information." said his assistant. Josh sighed.
"Relax, Percy. Let me see those papers." Percy handed Josh the pages. As Josh read the pages searching for any politic or other enemies, Percy sat down. "The cops didn't find a lot of evidence evidence didn't they."
Percy shook his head no. "There was barely anything to look for. Besides, the evidence lead to a man in his early fifties. I'm pretty sure a fifty-three year old man could killed a twenty year old man. We're back to square one in suspects."
Josh nodded broodingly, scowling at the false leads. "I'm going back there tomorrow and saying if there are any evidence that the cops overlooked."
Percy quickly agreed. "Good idea. It never hurts to be careful. What did you learn from the scans?"
"Polonium. The killer somehow got his hands on polonium. I suspect there is some smuggling going on."
The next day, the two men trudged through the snow. When they near the crime scene, they quickly gathered as much information as possible before the falling snow could erase the evidence. Suddenly, a hand flew out of the shadows and grabbed Percy by the arm.
"Ahh!" he yelled jerking away. Josh whirled around. He karate kicked the masked attacker hard in the gut. The attacker turned to him, holding a needle in one hand and a dangerous looking dagger in the other. Percy now pulled out his gun and shot the man in the arm forcing him to drop the needle. Josh immediately kicked the needle into a snow drift and punched the man in the face. In pain and anger, the assailant lashed out with his dagger. Percy jumped in front of Josh, and the dagger struck home.
"Ugh," Percy groaned staggering backwards. Josh grabbed his own gun and shot the man in the back of the leg, then drove the flat part of the gun into the man's temple knocking him unconscious.
By now, the cops had arrived on the scene with an ambulance. "Get my assistant to a hospital, now!" Josh yelled at the people around him. Everyone jumped into action. Josh grabbed the needle from the snow. "Polonium."
Well, this is chapter one. Sorry it was mainly a repeat, but I gotta go. Hope you liked it. Chapter two will be up tomorrow. Hopefully!
Chapter One: Here We Go Again!
29 year old Joshua Weathers, better know as Josh, relaxed in his home in Manhattan. As he sipped his coffee, he scanned the newpaper. Being a PI, he rarely had any time to relax so this was a blessing. After finding nothing of interest, he pulled out his Bible and open to a marked page. He always read this verse before he let the house for work. It was an extra verse outside of his regular morning Bible study. Psalm 46:1, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Josh's life was filled with trouble. He just came home a few days ago from a mystery that sent him into the hospital with a very low body temperature and a gashed head. Yeah, lots of trouble. After being released from te hospital, he was given a few days to relax. Now, he was driving down the very busy road to HQ. He didn't even reach the office when he received a call from his assistant saying that there was a murder in an alley next to the HQ of Steel's Style. "Thanks, I'll be there in a flash." Josh replied. His assistant sighed. "Please don't get in an accident while driving to one again." Josh grinned. "The truck driver was drunk. It wasn't my fault." The man sighed again. "Just get here with both you and your car unscathed." Josh chuckled. "Sure thing." He sped down the highway, zigzagging through the amny cars, ignoring the yells and honks he received.
Once he was there, he saw officers collecting evidence and a body laying still in the snow. Blood. Lots of it. New York PI Josh Weathers glanced around the scene. "Mr. Weathers, what have you gathered?" his assistant asked.
"One, don't call me that. Josh is fine. Second, the victim was subjected to some kind of lethal injection. There was a struggle, and the attacker somehow got the needle in him. I took a blood sample. Some on the ground from the cuts, and some from the body. Check and see if Chis Steel had any medical problems prior to the accident and what that poison is."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant was about to walk away when Josh said, "Don't call me that either."
The attendent looked embarrassed. "Y-yes, um, Josh."
Josh smirked at him. "That's better. Now get going!"
After the scans were done, Josh surveyed the results. "Low blood sugar, probably a diabetic." Josh muttered. "Wow, polonium. This attacker must have been serious." Polonium is a lethal poison that can kill rather quickly. One injection could easily kill hte fittest person. "How did he get it though? Only toxicologists have this, at least that's what I thought. There's been some smuggling going around."
"Mr. W...Josh, we have Chris's information." said his assistant. Josh sighed.
"Relax, Percy. Let me see those papers." Percy handed Josh the pages. As Josh read the pages searching for any politic or other enemies, Percy sat down. "The cops didn't find a lot of evidence evidence didn't they."
Percy shook his head no. "There was barely anything to look for. Besides, the evidence lead to a man in his early fifties. I'm pretty sure a fifty-three year old man could killed a twenty year old man. We're back to square one in suspects."
Josh nodded broodingly, scowling at the false leads. "I'm going back there tomorrow and saying if there are any evidence that the cops overlooked."
Percy quickly agreed. "Good idea. It never hurts to be careful. What did you learn from the scans?"
"Polonium. The killer somehow got his hands on polonium. I suspect there is some smuggling going on."
The next day, the two men trudged through the snow. When they near the crime scene, they quickly gathered as much information as possible before the falling snow could erase the evidence. Suddenly, a hand flew out of the shadows and grabbed Percy by the arm.
"Ahh!" he yelled jerking away. Josh whirled around. He karate kicked the masked attacker hard in the gut. The attacker turned to him, holding a needle in one hand and a dangerous looking dagger in the other. Percy now pulled out his gun and shot the man in the arm forcing him to drop the needle. Josh immediately kicked the needle into a snow drift and punched the man in the face. In pain and anger, the assailant lashed out with his dagger. Percy jumped in front of Josh, and the dagger struck home.
"Ugh," Percy groaned staggering backwards. Josh grabbed his own gun and shot the man in the back of the leg, then drove the flat part of the gun into the man's temple knocking him unconscious.
By now, the cops had arrived on the scene with an ambulance. "Get my assistant to a hospital, now!" Josh yelled at the people around him. Everyone jumped into action. Josh grabbed the needle from the snow. "Polonium."
Well, this is chapter one. Sorry it was mainly a repeat, but I gotta go. Hope you liked it. Chapter two will be up tomorrow. Hopefully!
Hey! Daily Hymn! La La La!
Alright, tying back to the daily verse today's hymn is "This Is My Father's World." Again, I would like to repeat this statement carefully. GOD MADE EVERYTHING! I would also like to add to the statement. GOD IS IN CONTROL OF EVERYTHING! Whatever you're thinking aright now whether it be, "This girl is the craziest person I've ever heard." or "What a great young Christian!" God knows what you're thinking. He's knows your biggest flaw and embarrasment. God sees all, knows all, and is everywhere. Now, answer me this simple question. Do you think you can hide from a God like that?Enjoy!
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
2. This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.
3. This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
If you want to hear the tune just go to the link below. Sorry there's no voices with it I don't think.
http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh144.sht
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
2. This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.
3. This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
If you want to hear the tune just go to the link below. Sorry there's no voices with it I don't think.
http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh144.sht
Hello! It's the Daily Verse!
Good morning peeps! I don't know why I just typed that, but I don't feel like erasing it. Anyway, today's verse is...*drumroll in the backround*...Genesis 1:1. "In the beginning, God made the heaven and the earth." This little verse has caused so much arguement it's not even funny. I believe that creation itself is pure evidence that God exists. I think that the very fact that we're breathing is a miracle. I'm going to say this, well type this, very carefully. GOD MADE EVERYTHING! I don't think that intellegent beings came from a big kaboom. Because, that it isn't happening today. We've dropped atomic bombs in Japan and nothing but destruction happened. Some would begin to say that it isn't the same thing, but it quite is. The evolutionists don't know what kind of explosion it was except that it was so big that it pushed molecules together or something like that. Well, the biggest kaboom that we know is an atomic bomb and I don't think humans/ape/something else is going to rise from the earth in Hiroshima. I think that there is a whole lot that we don't know. We all have to believe something by faith. Ibelieve that God made everything. Others believe we came from the same ancestors as apes and that it all happened with a giant BOOM! Well, both methods involve a whole lot of faith. Some mock Christians, but those people are no better. If they grew up in a Christian home, they would think our way. If I grew up in a non-Christian home, I would believe their way. Only if I wasn't exposed to the gospel. God could turn people around. There are evolutionists and tons of others who have realized the mistakes their religion has. "God made the heaven and the earth." That little phrase angers and causes arguements, but it must be said. God's word must be heard.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Hymn For the Day!
Alright! On my new page, "Sing to the Lord!" I said I'll be ding a daily hymn because some Christians aren't singing to the Lord with joy. So, today's hymn for the day is "His Way Is Perfect". It is a great hymn that reminds Christians that God is in control. All we need to do is wait on Him to do what He wants to do with our lives.
When my seems dark and drear and the future I don't know,
My heart feels so empty as the tears unending flow.
When my heart breaks with sorrow and a tempest fills my soul,
This one thing I know for sure: my God is in control.
(Chorous)
His way is perfect. His way is perfect.
Though I don't understand, His wise and loving plan,
His way is perfect. His ways is perfect.
Take my life and make, a vessel purified.
God makes no mistakes; His way is best.
(Verse 2)
When thetoild of life are come and my heart is worn care,
I faint 'neath the burden of a cross I cannot bear.
When the joy has departed rom my sorrow striken soul,
This one thing I know for sure: my God is in control.
(Chorous)
He way isperfect. His way is perfect.
Though I don't understand, His wise and loving plan.
His way is perfect. His way is perfect.
Take my life and make, a vessel purified.
God makes no mistakes; His way is best.
Have a nice day!
When my seems dark and drear and the future I don't know,
My heart feels so empty as the tears unending flow.
When my heart breaks with sorrow and a tempest fills my soul,
This one thing I know for sure: my God is in control.
(Chorous)
His way is perfect. His way is perfect.
Though I don't understand, His wise and loving plan,
His way is perfect. His ways is perfect.
Take my life and make, a vessel purified.
God makes no mistakes; His way is best.
(Verse 2)
When thetoild of life are come and my heart is worn care,
I faint 'neath the burden of a cross I cannot bear.
When the joy has departed rom my sorrow striken soul,
This one thing I know for sure: my God is in control.
(Chorous)
He way isperfect. His way is perfect.
Though I don't understand, His wise and loving plan.
His way is perfect. His way is perfect.
Take my life and make, a vessel purified.
God makes no mistakes; His way is best.
Have a nice day!
Good Day Mate! How About a New Verse?
Alriht! Today's verse comes from the book of Acts. The full name of hte book is Acts of the Apostles. This books talks about all the diferent ways the Apostles, people who saw Jesus face to face, witnessed. The verse we'll be looking at is when Peter, a leader in the witnessing and disciple of Jesus, and John, one of Jesus' closest disciples, are witnessing in the temple of the city. They are then taken to the religious leaders. They are asked how do they heal the sick. Peter told them that through the power of the Holy Ghost they could do these things. The verse we'll be looking at is Acts 4:12. "Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved." This is Peter speaking. He is talking about Christ. The Jewish leaders do not believe that Christ is the Messiah because Christ pointed out all of their sins. Jesus filled every prophesy that there was about the Messiah's coming, and there are around a hundred and over prophesies about the Messiah. Jesus fulfilled them all in His thirty-three to thirty-four years of living on earth. Peter is saying that Christ is the only one that has fulfilled all the requirments. He is the only way to heaven, not some idol or some other person. You cannot be saved through anyone else. Christ is the only way to heaven. "I am the way the truth and the life, not man cometh unto the Father but by me." Jesus himself said that in His earthly ministry. There is no man on earth given the authority to save souls other than Jesus. Jesus, the beloved Son of God, is the only one that can save. So, are you saved by His sacrifice?
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Howdy Ya'll, It's the New Verse!
Hey! I felt like bein' western this mornin'. *giggles* Alright, down to business. Today's verses are Philippians 2:5-8. "Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled himself, and became obediant unto death, even the death of the cross." This verse reminds us of the sacrifice Jesus made when coming down to earth. He came down from heaven, was born of a virgin, and died the sacrificial death on the cross. three days later He rose again. Jesus' life was filled with examples of HIm being a servant. He washed His disciples feet. A disciple was a follower. So, Jesus, the teacher, showed humility by washing His students' feet. He healed the sick. He served those who were in pain. Those people then brought glory to God through their healing. He cast out devils. He wanted the devils to stay away from those who believe. He cast them out and their healing brought glory to God as well. He brought the greatest healing of all, the healing of the soul. He brought us salvation. He served us all His earthly life, and He still serves by being a mediator between God and man. Christ is the ultimate form of servitude. Because of His service, we can have victory.
I heard and old, old story, how a savior came from glory.
How he gave his life on calvary, to save a wretch like me.
I heard about his groanings, about his precious blood atoneing.
And I repented of my sins and won the victory.
(chorus)
Oh, victory in Jesus. My savior forever.
He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood.
He loved me ere I knew him. And all my love is due him.
He plunged me to victory behind the cleansing flood.
That song is the hymn "Victory in Jesus". I have victory. Do you?
I heard and old, old story, how a savior came from glory.
How he gave his life on calvary, to save a wretch like me.
I heard about his groanings, about his precious blood atoneing.
And I repented of my sins and won the victory.
(chorus)
Oh, victory in Jesus. My savior forever.
He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood.
He loved me ere I knew him. And all my love is due him.
He plunged me to victory behind the cleansing flood.
That song is the hymn "Victory in Jesus". I have victory. Do you?
Monday, May 23, 2011
Last One!
This is the modern day mystery. Sorry if it's kinda bloody.
Blood. Lots of it. New York PI Josh Weathers glanced around the scene. "Mr. Weathers, what have you gathered?" his assistant asked.
"One, don't call me that. Josh is fine. Second, the victim was subjected to some kind of lethal injection. There was a struggle, and the attacker somehow got the needle in him. I took a blood sample. Some on the ground from the cuts, and some from the body. Check and see if Chis Steel had any medical problems prior to the accident and what that poison is."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant was about to walk away when Josh said, "Don't call me that either."
The attendent looked embarrassed. "Y-yes, um, Josh."
Josh smirked at him. "That's better. Now get going!"
After the scans were done, Josh surveyed the results. "Low blood sugar, probably a diabetic." Josh muttered. "Wow, polonium. This attacker must have been serious." Polonium is a lethal poison that can kill rather quickly. One injection could easily kill hte fittest person. "How did he get it though? Only toxicologists have this, at least that's what I thought. There's been some smuggling going around."
"Mr. W...Josh, we have Chris's information." said his assistant. Josh sighed.
"Relax, Percy. Let me see those papers." Percy handed Josh the pages. As Josh read the pages searching for any politic or other enemies, Percy sat down. "The cops didn't find a lot of evidence evidence didn't they."
Percy shook his head no. "There was barely anything to look for. Besides, the evidence lead to a man in his early fifties. I'm pretty sure a fifty-three year old man could killed a twenty year old man. We're back to square one in suspects."
Josh nodded broodingly, scowling at the false leads. "I'm going back there tomorrow and saying if there are any evidence that the cops overlooked."
Percy quickly agreed. "Good idea. It never hurts to be careful. What did you learn from the scans?"
"Polonium. The killer somehow got his hands on polonium. I suspect there is some smuggling going on."
The next day, the two men trudged through the snow. When they near the crime scene, they quickly gathered as much information as possible before the falling snow could erase the evidence. Suddenly, a hand flew out of the shadows and grabbed Percy by the arm.
"Ahh!" he yelled jerking away. Josh whirled around. He karate kicked the masked attacker hard in the gut. The attacker turned to him, holding a needle in one hand and a dangerous looking dagger in the other. Percy now pulled out his gun and shot the man in the arm forcing him to drop the needle. Josh immediately kicked the needle into a snow drift and punched the man in the face. In pain and anger, the assailant lashed out with his dagger. Percy jumped in front of Josh, and the dagger struck home.
"Ugh," Percy groaned staggering backwards. Josh grabbed his own gun and shot the man in the back of the leg, then drove the flat part of the gun into the man's temple knocking him unconscious.
By now, the cops had arrived on the scene with an ambulance. "Get my assistant to a hospital, now!" Josh yelled at the people around him. Everyone jumped into action. Josh grabbed the needle from the snow. "Polonium."
Blood. Lots of it. New York PI Josh Weathers glanced around the scene. "Mr. Weathers, what have you gathered?" his assistant asked.
"One, don't call me that. Josh is fine. Second, the victim was subjected to some kind of lethal injection. There was a struggle, and the attacker somehow got the needle in him. I took a blood sample. Some on the ground from the cuts, and some from the body. Check and see if Chis Steel had any medical problems prior to the accident and what that poison is."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant was about to walk away when Josh said, "Don't call me that either."
The attendent looked embarrassed. "Y-yes, um, Josh."
Josh smirked at him. "That's better. Now get going!"
After the scans were done, Josh surveyed the results. "Low blood sugar, probably a diabetic." Josh muttered. "Wow, polonium. This attacker must have been serious." Polonium is a lethal poison that can kill rather quickly. One injection could easily kill hte fittest person. "How did he get it though? Only toxicologists have this, at least that's what I thought. There's been some smuggling going around."
"Mr. W...Josh, we have Chris's information." said his assistant. Josh sighed.
"Relax, Percy. Let me see those papers." Percy handed Josh the pages. As Josh read the pages searching for any politic or other enemies, Percy sat down. "The cops didn't find a lot of evidence evidence didn't they."
Percy shook his head no. "There was barely anything to look for. Besides, the evidence lead to a man in his early fifties. I'm pretty sure a fifty-three year old man could killed a twenty year old man. We're back to square one in suspects."
Josh nodded broodingly, scowling at the false leads. "I'm going back there tomorrow and saying if there are any evidence that the cops overlooked."
Percy quickly agreed. "Good idea. It never hurts to be careful. What did you learn from the scans?"
"Polonium. The killer somehow got his hands on polonium. I suspect there is some smuggling going on."
The next day, the two men trudged through the snow. When they near the crime scene, they quickly gathered as much information as possible before the falling snow could erase the evidence. Suddenly, a hand flew out of the shadows and grabbed Percy by the arm.
"Ahh!" he yelled jerking away. Josh whirled around. He karate kicked the masked attacker hard in the gut. The attacker turned to him, holding a needle in one hand and a dangerous looking dagger in the other. Percy now pulled out his gun and shot the man in the arm forcing him to drop the needle. Josh immediately kicked the needle into a snow drift and punched the man in the face. In pain and anger, the assailant lashed out with his dagger. Percy jumped in front of Josh, and the dagger struck home.
"Ugh," Percy groaned staggering backwards. Josh grabbed his own gun and shot the man in the back of the leg, then drove the flat part of the gun into the man's temple knocking him unconscious.
By now, the cops had arrived on the scene with an ambulance. "Get my assistant to a hospital, now!" Josh yelled at the people around him. Everyone jumped into action. Josh grabbed the needle from the snow. "Polonium."
Hey! New Story! Lke This?
This one is the fantasy quest adventure. The words to the chants are gibberish. It's not a language so don't look it up.
There was a flicker in the dark forest floor. After a few moments, it appeared again. Right next to the fallen tree. Two twinkling specks of silver like miniture moon. The specks disappeared again then reappeared. In the silent night, a figure slowly rose from her position on the floor. The youth, a black-haired girl of 15 years, slid down the slippery bank of a river. She grunted softly and clutched her blood stained side. "Argre embleser untre." she mumbled in a strange language. The water from the river crawled up her arm and onto her side. The wound began to mend itself little by little. Who was this person? What was this person? Meet Amaya the Storm Rune.
The sunlight filtered through the thick braches of the oaks. Amaya stumbles down the dirt path. In the morning light, her marks could easily be seen. Black lines curled like waves just under her eyes. There was a thick black line around her arms just below the shoulder. From it branched smaller line like the ones on her face. The backs of her hands had the unique symbol of the Rune clan she was from, and on her forehead the lines formed a band of sorts, an intricate line across her forehead. Her shins had wavy lines like flowing water running up them stopping at the knee. All in all, she didn't look like your average person.
Amaya glanced down ather side. The spell had worked. The wound was fixed nicely. As she got closer to the human civilization, she chants a spell under her breath. "Orgeds almedres toyeriw stroems notiesa." The lines disappeared. She smirked. "Humans can't tell the difference if a rune has no marks. Now, let's see if I can persuade crazy King Ateons to release my friend." She chuckled slightly but it quickly dies in her throat. As she neared the city, she scowled. "Humans and their polution. I doubt there is a bit a pure air in here."
"Halt! Identify yourself." demanded a guard.
"I am Amaya. I have a letter for the king." The guard glanced at the seal on the letter.
"Storm Runes!" he gasped gripping his spear tightly. He glared at Amaya in suspicion. Amaya sighed.
"If you drill that spear into me, then you'll have a thousand storm runes wanting your head. And I don't think you can hold off a thousand of my kind."
The guard grunted letting her pass.
Once inside the throne room, Amaya glanced around. "Humans are too lavish. There are more important things to spend money on than pretty trinkets." At that moment, guards swarmed into the room. King Ateons strutted in like a rooster.
"Welcome! You filthy witch. I'm glad you're here. Now, I can get rid of two sub-creatures at once!" he said cackling.
Amaya growled at the name. Humans and runes have a very long history of hating each other. Calling a rune "sub-creature" is asking for a fight. All the scouts were right. The king was insane.
"Well, bring out the other one." The guards dragged out a boy with golden hair the same age as Amaya.
"Amaya," he croaked. He was in aweful condition. Covered head to toe in bruises and cuts, Amaya was surprised that he was even conscious.
"Don't say anything, Ryu. Just save your energy." she whispered.
"No talking!" a guard shouts as he drove the hilt of his sword into Amaya's back. She grunts and stumbles slightly.
King Ateons cackled again. "Kill them! Slaughter them so I can hand their heads above my fireplace!"
While he was saying that, Amaya was already chanting. "Wefedyt yoerd fewms edse." She summoned her dragon Rigal. The dragon caused havoc in the throne room. The king was now yelling for them to catch the "little lizard".
Amaya finished healing Ryu as Rigal smashed the throne to pieces. "Little lizard?" Ryu grunts. "Rigal can't fit through the doorway, tall and wide!"
Amaya shrugged. "The Mud Man's insane." she said using the more insulting name for humans. "Rigal!" The white and blue dragon turned and allowed the storm rune and magma rune to climb onto his back. Amaya pulled out a massive longbow. "Ready to fight our way out, big guy?" Rigal roared and charged into the enemies lines. "Hold on, Ryu!"
There was a flicker in the dark forest floor. After a few moments, it appeared again. Right next to the fallen tree. Two twinkling specks of silver like miniture moon. The specks disappeared again then reappeared. In the silent night, a figure slowly rose from her position on the floor. The youth, a black-haired girl of 15 years, slid down the slippery bank of a river. She grunted softly and clutched her blood stained side. "Argre embleser untre." she mumbled in a strange language. The water from the river crawled up her arm and onto her side. The wound began to mend itself little by little. Who was this person? What was this person? Meet Amaya the Storm Rune.
The sunlight filtered through the thick braches of the oaks. Amaya stumbles down the dirt path. In the morning light, her marks could easily be seen. Black lines curled like waves just under her eyes. There was a thick black line around her arms just below the shoulder. From it branched smaller line like the ones on her face. The backs of her hands had the unique symbol of the Rune clan she was from, and on her forehead the lines formed a band of sorts, an intricate line across her forehead. Her shins had wavy lines like flowing water running up them stopping at the knee. All in all, she didn't look like your average person.
Amaya glanced down ather side. The spell had worked. The wound was fixed nicely. As she got closer to the human civilization, she chants a spell under her breath. "Orgeds almedres toyeriw stroems notiesa." The lines disappeared. She smirked. "Humans can't tell the difference if a rune has no marks. Now, let's see if I can persuade crazy King Ateons to release my friend." She chuckled slightly but it quickly dies in her throat. As she neared the city, she scowled. "Humans and their polution. I doubt there is a bit a pure air in here."
"Halt! Identify yourself." demanded a guard.
"I am Amaya. I have a letter for the king." The guard glanced at the seal on the letter.
"Storm Runes!" he gasped gripping his spear tightly. He glared at Amaya in suspicion. Amaya sighed.
"If you drill that spear into me, then you'll have a thousand storm runes wanting your head. And I don't think you can hold off a thousand of my kind."
The guard grunted letting her pass.
Once inside the throne room, Amaya glanced around. "Humans are too lavish. There are more important things to spend money on than pretty trinkets." At that moment, guards swarmed into the room. King Ateons strutted in like a rooster.
"Welcome! You filthy witch. I'm glad you're here. Now, I can get rid of two sub-creatures at once!" he said cackling.
Amaya growled at the name. Humans and runes have a very long history of hating each other. Calling a rune "sub-creature" is asking for a fight. All the scouts were right. The king was insane.
"Well, bring out the other one." The guards dragged out a boy with golden hair the same age as Amaya.
"Amaya," he croaked. He was in aweful condition. Covered head to toe in bruises and cuts, Amaya was surprised that he was even conscious.
"Don't say anything, Ryu. Just save your energy." she whispered.
"No talking!" a guard shouts as he drove the hilt of his sword into Amaya's back. She grunts and stumbles slightly.
King Ateons cackled again. "Kill them! Slaughter them so I can hand their heads above my fireplace!"
While he was saying that, Amaya was already chanting. "Wefedyt yoerd fewms edse." She summoned her dragon Rigal. The dragon caused havoc in the throne room. The king was now yelling for them to catch the "little lizard".
Amaya finished healing Ryu as Rigal smashed the throne to pieces. "Little lizard?" Ryu grunts. "Rigal can't fit through the doorway, tall and wide!"
Amaya shrugged. "The Mud Man's insane." she said using the more insulting name for humans. "Rigal!" The white and blue dragon turned and allowed the storm rune and magma rune to climb onto his back. Amaya pulled out a massive longbow. "Ready to fight our way out, big guy?" Rigal roared and charged into the enemies lines. "Hold on, Ryu!"
New Stories! What About This One?
Here is the future mystery one. Oh, you're a girl in the story. Sorry guys. Don't worry. You don't really play a major part. You're just someone the main character, Cosmos, talks to. Whenever he says something without the quotation marks, it means he's talking to you. When he does something to you it'll have the word you in the sentence. Got it? Sorry it's kinda confusing. Do you like this one or the other one?
I sprint down the hall panting like a fluffy, black, dog in 100 degree weather. Who am I? Cosmos. Cosmos Strate. Why am I running? Well, don't ask so many questions! I'm being hunted if you must know. I don't have the energy to spare to explain why!
"There he is! Get him!" shouts Mr. Wilfred. I keep running. A laser whizzes passed my head. Well, I guess i won't be needing that haircut. I round the corner and jump out the wide window. Pressing the start button with foot, I fly off on my hoverboard. The tall skyscrapers loom over me.
"Cosmos Strate, get off the hoverboard with you hands up, or we will blast you out of the sky. Place the innocent girl down too." a police officers yells into his throat mic. I'll explain that later. My goodness, I don't even know why you're following me. Now, you're wanted too. I'll tell you why later!
"No thanks!" I yell back and kick my hoverboard to the fastest setting which is 100 mph. I dodge an old man in his hoverchair watering his flowers.
"Be careful you rascal!" he yells angrily. I groan. Oh, quit giggling. I spy my friend, Arch. He waves me to do escape plan Alpha. Oh, this is going to be fun. Hold on tight whoever you are.
I turn abruptly at the Feed's Mart and fly parallel to its wall. The police with hovercars are forced to stop. They shout something, but the roaring wind drows them out. I spin quickly around the water tower, nose dive towards the park, and quickly land in a secluded part of Manhatten Central Park. What? You're sick? Ha! You'd better get used to it if you're going to follow me around.
"Cosmos!" Arch lands next to me. "What were you thinking? The rescue was risky enough! Why did you pick up some random person on the way back?"
I shrug. "I don't even know you this girl."
"WHAT!" he yells. I wince. What? Oh, yes, we probably should keep our voices down. I suggest that to Arch, and he clamps his mouth shut. He grunts and leads the way the the hideout. So, who are you? Stella Maroles huh. Well, I guess you're part of the team now. What! You haven't heard of us? Where have you been the past three months, under a rock? Oh, you've lost your memory? I'm sorry I didn't realize...
"Hurry up, Cosmos!" Arch says very annoyed. I roll my eyes. He's the supposed "leader" of our group. I walk into the invisible walkway that leads to the HQ.
"Cosmos, I want you to go the make sure no one can tract us back here." I nod and we quickly leave.
As I carefully check to make sure everything is covered, a blast rings through the forest connecting to the park. "Finally found you." says Wilfred from the Global Equality Movment, GEM. I grab your arm and drag you towards base. The base actually is a giant hovership. Yes, oh. Wow, you're slow.
"Arg!" I wince as a laser finds its target, my shoulder. I continue to run as the base begins to liftoff. I blast a cable tied to a torpedo head at the base. Oh, quit screaming! We're hanging in the air while Wilfred is down on the ground yelling his head off. Arch'll slow down the ship in a few mintues so we can get in.
Then, I hear a boom. I turn to look just as a long distance laser cuts the cable half way. The cable shudders, and I begin to panic. It won't be long till the cable snaps. Don't move! What? Wait why are you letting go? Don't be ridiculous! You can't just fall to your death. Well, yes, the cable will hold if there's one person. So what if you don't have your memory? Well, that's true that you won't tell GEM much. Them might not catch you. If they don't... I couldn't finish my sentence before you let go. I watch in horror as your body cartwheels down to earth.
I sprint down the hall panting like a fluffy, black, dog in 100 degree weather. Who am I? Cosmos. Cosmos Strate. Why am I running? Well, don't ask so many questions! I'm being hunted if you must know. I don't have the energy to spare to explain why!
"There he is! Get him!" shouts Mr. Wilfred. I keep running. A laser whizzes passed my head. Well, I guess i won't be needing that haircut. I round the corner and jump out the wide window. Pressing the start button with foot, I fly off on my hoverboard. The tall skyscrapers loom over me.
"Cosmos Strate, get off the hoverboard with you hands up, or we will blast you out of the sky. Place the innocent girl down too." a police officers yells into his throat mic. I'll explain that later. My goodness, I don't even know why you're following me. Now, you're wanted too. I'll tell you why later!
"No thanks!" I yell back and kick my hoverboard to the fastest setting which is 100 mph. I dodge an old man in his hoverchair watering his flowers.
"Be careful you rascal!" he yells angrily. I groan. Oh, quit giggling. I spy my friend, Arch. He waves me to do escape plan Alpha. Oh, this is going to be fun. Hold on tight whoever you are.
I turn abruptly at the Feed's Mart and fly parallel to its wall. The police with hovercars are forced to stop. They shout something, but the roaring wind drows them out. I spin quickly around the water tower, nose dive towards the park, and quickly land in a secluded part of Manhatten Central Park. What? You're sick? Ha! You'd better get used to it if you're going to follow me around.
"Cosmos!" Arch lands next to me. "What were you thinking? The rescue was risky enough! Why did you pick up some random person on the way back?"
I shrug. "I don't even know you this girl."
"WHAT!" he yells. I wince. What? Oh, yes, we probably should keep our voices down. I suggest that to Arch, and he clamps his mouth shut. He grunts and leads the way the the hideout. So, who are you? Stella Maroles huh. Well, I guess you're part of the team now. What! You haven't heard of us? Where have you been the past three months, under a rock? Oh, you've lost your memory? I'm sorry I didn't realize...
"Hurry up, Cosmos!" Arch says very annoyed. I roll my eyes. He's the supposed "leader" of our group. I walk into the invisible walkway that leads to the HQ.
"Cosmos, I want you to go the make sure no one can tract us back here." I nod and we quickly leave.
As I carefully check to make sure everything is covered, a blast rings through the forest connecting to the park. "Finally found you." says Wilfred from the Global Equality Movment, GEM. I grab your arm and drag you towards base. The base actually is a giant hovership. Yes, oh. Wow, you're slow.
"Arg!" I wince as a laser finds its target, my shoulder. I continue to run as the base begins to liftoff. I blast a cable tied to a torpedo head at the base. Oh, quit screaming! We're hanging in the air while Wilfred is down on the ground yelling his head off. Arch'll slow down the ship in a few mintues so we can get in.
Then, I hear a boom. I turn to look just as a long distance laser cuts the cable half way. The cable shudders, and I begin to panic. It won't be long till the cable snaps. Don't move! What? Wait why are you letting go? Don't be ridiculous! You can't just fall to your death. Well, yes, the cable will hold if there's one person. So what if you don't have your memory? Well, that's true that you won't tell GEM much. Them might not catch you. If they don't... I couldn't finish my sentence before you let go. I watch in horror as your body cartwheels down to earth.
New Stories! Make Up Your Mind!
Alright! I put up the poll to see what you wanted for a story but you haven't been voting! So, I desided to write snippets for all four stories. It's a little part of the stories I'm planning. Email me which one you want first. This is the medival adventure story.
Crash! James Armont glares down at the cowering figure below him. His battlehorse, Midnight, shifts its position slightly. "Please, mercy!" the bandit begs shaking with fear. His request is met by the boy's hard glare.
James snorts. "Not so brave without your big ax and burly friends huh?" His glare softens...slightly. "Get up."
The man scrambles to his feet. "Are you letting me go?" he asks hopefully.
James grunts dismissivly. "Of course not. You're a wanted criminal in all forty fiefs of Gorwen. I'm taking you to King Adian for trial."
The man's face pales. "No! I will die if I go there!"
James sighs exasperated. "You should've thought of that when you joined those bandits. Your friends had no mercy when they slaughtered my village. You are lucky that my code of honor allows all my enemies a chance to live. I could've gutted you."
The man whimpers and slumps to the ground defeated. James feels a twang of pity for the man, but the thought of his 5 year old sister's murder stops it.
"Get up." he says gruffly. The man obeys. At that very moment, an arrow pierces the bandit's throat silencing him. James whirls around. A hooded figure stands at the edge of the tree line. "What is your business here? Why have you killed..."
He is cut off quickly. "That man is a wanted crinimal. I've been hired to kill him. Besides, his buddies killed every living family member I had and burned my home to the ground when I was seven." James is stunned. Not only was the figure someone who knew his pain, the figure sounded like a girl. A girl! Before he could question the fact, the archer disappears into the trees.
He ponders whether or not to go after her. Glancing at the black shafted arrow, he desides that it wasn't the wisest idea.
As James gently urges Midnight down the path, two blue eyes follow him. "The son of Arthur is ready. The usurper's reign is coming to an end."
If someone had watched, he would see the eyes shift and disappear.
Crash! James Armont glares down at the cowering figure below him. His battlehorse, Midnight, shifts its position slightly. "Please, mercy!" the bandit begs shaking with fear. His request is met by the boy's hard glare.
James snorts. "Not so brave without your big ax and burly friends huh?" His glare softens...slightly. "Get up."
The man scrambles to his feet. "Are you letting me go?" he asks hopefully.
James grunts dismissivly. "Of course not. You're a wanted criminal in all forty fiefs of Gorwen. I'm taking you to King Adian for trial."
The man's face pales. "No! I will die if I go there!"
James sighs exasperated. "You should've thought of that when you joined those bandits. Your friends had no mercy when they slaughtered my village. You are lucky that my code of honor allows all my enemies a chance to live. I could've gutted you."
The man whimpers and slumps to the ground defeated. James feels a twang of pity for the man, but the thought of his 5 year old sister's murder stops it.
"Get up." he says gruffly. The man obeys. At that very moment, an arrow pierces the bandit's throat silencing him. James whirls around. A hooded figure stands at the edge of the tree line. "What is your business here? Why have you killed..."
He is cut off quickly. "That man is a wanted crinimal. I've been hired to kill him. Besides, his buddies killed every living family member I had and burned my home to the ground when I was seven." James is stunned. Not only was the figure someone who knew his pain, the figure sounded like a girl. A girl! Before he could question the fact, the archer disappears into the trees.
He ponders whether or not to go after her. Glancing at the black shafted arrow, he desides that it wasn't the wisest idea.
As James gently urges Midnight down the path, two blue eyes follow him. "The son of Arthur is ready. The usurper's reign is coming to an end."
If someone had watched, he would see the eyes shift and disappear.
Hey! New Story in Fun Stuff!
I'm so sorry! I keep forgetting to put a new story on there. Well, I finally did. I hope you enjoy it! I'll try to remember topost a new story next next after I return from Washington. The story's from the wild west. Get along little doggies! *giggles* I just had to type that! Sorry!
Daily Verse!
Hi! I'm so sorry I'm posting so late! I had to go somewhere this morning so I couldn't post the verse at the usual time. Alright! To make it up to you, I'm putting a song that goes with the verse. Sound good? t is a theme we use at my school. Today's verse is Psalms 37:23-24. "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him in His hand." This verse is to the Christians who love God. Are your steps ordered by your Savior? Better check what went wrong if they're not. Do we delight in God's word? We should. Do we immediatly get discouraged at the first thing that goes wrong or do we go to God in pray? Are we playing Halo, Assassin's Creed, or whatever games boys play now more than we read God's word? Do we read God's word? Well, I'm pretty sure I do or I wouldn't be typing this. What about you girls out there? Are you too busy doing your hair, shopping, getting manicures, or looking at boys *shudder*? I don't really understand why and I'm a girl! I used to be like that when I was younger but an, um, accident happened...well, let's just move from the subject. The point is, God's word must be your priority. Not something you do when you have time. Make time, a daily time, to get in God's word. I bet that if you do, your life will show more of the "evidences of salvation". (on one of the pages on blog) The song that goes with it is, "The Steps of the Good Man." Pretty self-explanitory, right? Below are the lyrics to the verses. It's a hymn for those who haven't figured that out yet.
Though dark be the night, and long be the day,
Lord make me follow in Thy perfect way.
Though cometh sorrow, though great be my pain,
Lord make me serve Thy come sunshine or rain.
(Chorus)
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord.
And he delighteth in his way.
Though he fall he shall not, be utterly cast down,
For the Lord, for the Lord, for the Lord upholdeth him in His hand.
(verse 2)
O Thou art Almighty, I am so small,
Lord make me trust Thee whatever be-fall.
Thou art all holy, you make no mistake,
Lord make me Christ-like whatever it takes.
Then the chorus again. Have a nice day!
Though dark be the night, and long be the day,
Lord make me follow in Thy perfect way.
Though cometh sorrow, though great be my pain,
Lord make me serve Thy come sunshine or rain.
(Chorus)
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord.
And he delighteth in his way.
Though he fall he shall not, be utterly cast down,
For the Lord, for the Lord, for the Lord upholdeth him in His hand.
(verse 2)
O Thou art Almighty, I am so small,
Lord make me trust Thee whatever be-fall.
Thou art all holy, you make no mistake,
Lord make me Christ-like whatever it takes.
Then the chorus again. Have a nice day!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Hiyas! Another Verse!
I'm not sure if I've given the new verse yet, but two verses is better than one so, today's verses or second verse is Proverbs 15:5. "A fool despiseth his father's instruction: but he that regardeth reproof is prudent." How many of you like being a fool? I don't think so. Fools are often embarrassed, made fun of, etc. God doesn't like fool either. A fool will despise instruction. In one of my tracts, Alice was a fool. She didn't listen to the instruction of her teacher. A fool will ate being corrected. Are you one? A wise person though will take that reproof or correction and learn from it. Admit it. Everyone like to be praised. Everyone likes to be looked up to or admired. If someone is wise, he'll make the right choices which in turn gets people to admire him. But the wise isn't doing this for attention. He/she is doing this for God. A fool will hate his father or at least mock him. What kind of person would you be if you mocked the person who took care of you when you were defenseless, who works to provide for you, who is the person God gave to you? How could you be so cruel as to mock those people you should love more than anyone else? Those who are saved, listen. Your mother or father or both will pray every night or close to that for you. They love you and pray for you. You also have a loving Father in heaven. How could you mock God? He loves you more than you finite mind and my finite mind can imagine. Don't mock the people you should love most. That's is a trait that marks one of the greatest fools.
About the New Pages!
Alright! I finished the pages a day early, I think. There are the Revelation pages: one from the saved point of view and one for the unsaved. Don't worry. I'm going to shorten the title so it's easier to read. There are the evidences of salvation that my teacher Mr. Sowers gave me. And there are the steps to salvation that I have typed. Please feel free to email me if you have questions or just need to "confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus." I'm happy to help. Thanks you!
Top of The Morning to You! It's the Daily Verse!
Hello! I'm working on the new pages so don't you worry. Alright, today's verse is Romans 10:9. "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." This is saying that if you trust God, and you believe that He has raised His Son Jesus from the dead, and that Jesus is in heaven right now, you wil be saved. You need to believe by faith in God. You don't need to see it to believe. "By grace are ye saved through faith." is a verse that may be familiar. God does everything. You need to believe and accept that's all. You can't earn you way to heaven because no one can be good enough. No one is sinless. Jesus, the sinless lamb of God, can to earth to live, to die, and to rise again for our sins. It is a free gift that all you need to do is accept. And once you do, tell someone who is saved about your salvation. That person can help you grow. Tell others who don't know. The point is don't be silent. Once you take it into your life, give the message of Christ to others.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
New Pages Soon!
Hello! I'm just making an announcement right now. I will be making a new page for this blog, and it should be ready by the 23rd. I can't wait for you to read it. God has laid on my heart the issue of the coming of the endtimes. A lot of people think that we are looney-nutty. Well, not in those exact words, but they don't believe us. I'm going to put a page on the events of the endtimes on here so those who are curious can take a look. I'll also be putting up a "steps to salvation" and "evidences of salvation" page on Father Use Me so when I'm in Washington, you have some of God's word you can read. If you want to read more, there is a list of blogs I read that are really good, or you could get out your own Bible and study it for yourself. Maybe if I have time, i could put up a "tips to Bible studying" page too. So much to do!
Sin chao! Daily verse from the Kinh Thanh! That's Vietnamese for Bible.
Good morning, evening, or afternoon! Today's verse is John 3:16-17. "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." "For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." This is a verse that is often quoted when witnessing. Some of hte unsaved may not nderstand the wording so I plan to explain it to you. The Lord God loves you so much even though you did so many sins. He sent His firstborn Son, Him ONLY Son to die and save you. Many people say that Christians believe in a humiliated Savior that was nothing more than a criminal. You are right when you say tat we believe in a humiliated Savior. Christ had to humble Himself and suffer the humiliation to save us from our sins. You're dead wrong when you say that He was nothing more than a criminal. He was our Savior. He was a healer of sickness and wounds. He was the ultimate example for Christians to follow. He left His throne in heaven to come to a filthy sinful world and suffer humiliation and pain. Could you do that? Could you leave your great home and go to a foreign disease filled land? Then, have the people mock and scorn you after you've done so much to help them? What about teaching a group of twelve grown men to be like you? Christ did all that. God the Father had to turn away from His own son because Christ took all the sins on HImself. Fahers out there. Do you know the pain God felt when He had to turn His back on His Son? And it was all because of your sin and everyone elses in the world. Sons and daughters that are reading. Would you want your own dad to turn away from you when you're suffering and you need His help the most? Christ felt that pain. He had hever been separated from His father and now, in this strange land away from heaven, He felt His Father's back on Him. Both endured the apin willingly for your sake. to save you if you only believed. Then you would have everlasting life. God didn't send Christ to go down and say, "You're bad, and you're bad." God sent Him to save.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Hey! Peoples! Daily Verse Here!
Hey everyone! I'm glad that I have the opportunity to share what I've learned in God's word with all of you. Today's verse is Romans 2:3. It sasy, "And thinkest thou thist, O man, that judgest them that do such things, and doest the same, that thou escape the judgment of God?" Probably all of us know or maybe are those people who love to find others mistakes. Acually, all of us are to some degree. All of us get annoyed with those who correct all the time even though they are just as bad as we are. This verse is asking everyone who corrects others why? Do you honestly think that if you do this your own sins will be forgotten? It is quite the opposite, really, people notice that you do the same sins when you point out their own. Don't correct people even though they are doing wrong. Correct yourself first. A simialr verse asks how ca you help your brother get a speck of dust out of His eye when you've got a log in your own? You have major sins. Take care of them, then you have the ability to help others with their sins.
More Info About the Trip!
Hey everyone! I forgot to type yesterday when I am leaving. I'll be leaving next Sunday I think. :( I think...those words make Mom REALLY nervous. Hahaha...oh, well. I'm hoping to make the last tract right after I update this blog. I'll be putting my tracts on a serperate page so if you want them you can look at them. Thanks for the prayers, and I'll be posting hte daily page soon. See ya!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
News Flash!
Hi everyone! I'm sorry, but I'm going to Washington D.C. for a week so I won't be able to do my daily verses with you. I'm so sorry! I'll try to get back as soon as possible so I can keep sending God's Word to you. I would like to ask all the Christians who are reading this to pray. Would you pray my brothers and sisters in Christ for a safe journey and for my cousin, Kenny, to do well in the National Scripts Spelling Bee? I would be grateful. I would also like for you to pray that I would be able to witness when I am there. I have two hand made tracts that I am bringing, and I hope to return home without a tract in my hand. Thank you for your prayers.
New Story!
Hiyas! I want to hear your impute. I'm thinking about putting some short stories on here, but I need some ideas. I will take your ideas and combine them with a few of my own. I hope you'll like them. Email my or comment on the blog. I want to know what you like! What's the point of making a blog when everyone hates it? So, I'll be waiting for some ideas from you, and please, be reasonable. I don't think a cow in a pink tutu dancing on the moon is reasonable. It's justan example of what NOT to send to me.
What's Up! New Daily Verse!
Hello ladies, gentlemen, and animals who may be looking at this blog! Sorry, just had to type that. Now, back to the serious thoughts. Our verse for to day is Romans 1:16. "For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth; to hte Jew first, and also to the Greek." The verse is said by the apostle Paul. He was a great missionary long ago. He was bold in his witnessing and that's what I'm trying to do. Laugh atme, post mean comments all you want, but I will not stop. The verse also says the it is to the power of God that we are saved. You can't do ANYTHING to save yourself. God is the only one who can do it. The verse ends by sayingthe the Jews first then the Greek. That's not what the verse means. I'm Vietnamese and you don't and won't see me typing in Greek or Hebrew any time soon. It means that the gospel is for God's choosen people first and then for the Gentiles which is anyone that's not Jewish. Which includes me and a whloe lot of other people. Don't think that just because you're not a Jew doesn't mean that you can't experience the blessings of Almighty God. Have a great day. May God touch your heart with His Word.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Vietnam, My Country and People
Chao! That's the Vietnamese word for hello. I am half Northern and half Southern Vietnamese. I am happy to be a Vietnamese, and even though it can be hard to live up to the expectations that are set for me, I wouldn't want any other pair of parents. I love my family dearly, and I'm going to tell about our culture. Vietnam is a Buddist country, but since my parents moved here, they aren't Buddists. We grow much rice in our country though we hand pick it, and we use water buffalo to plow the rice paddies. Our entire country isn't like that though. There are many cities that are much like the ones in the United States. We never get snow in Southern Vietnam, but in the North there is some snow in the mountains during winter. The capital of Vietnam is Hanoi which is in the Northern part. My parents lived in Saigon, the largest city in South Vietnam, when they grew up. Saigon is what they used to call the city back when it was the capital of independent South Vietnam. Its name was changed by the Northerns when they took over and sent up a Communist government. It is now called Ho Chi Minh City. Vietnam used to be a French colony so we are SUPPOSED to be good at French. Try telling that to my cousin, Kenny. He hates French. Well, he hates spelling French. He thinks it sound pretty cool though. That boy needs to make up his mind whether to like or hate French. Sigh, anyway, Vietnam has forests that you can go through and visit, or if you're a seaman, you can go on a boat to Halong Bay. I am NOT a seaman. I got seasick on the way there. :o( In Vietnam you find a lot of scooters. I'm not sure way we prefer scooters. I need to ask my mom that. We have cars and boats and things like that, but in order to leave the counrty, you have to get permission from the government which could take a long time. My family left legally, but I've heard to some family leaving illengally by boat to HongKong and then off to other countries. Well, I won't bore you any longer. I thank you for putting up with my long posts and I also promise to keep my posts short next time. See ya! Chao!
Books, Books, and More Books!
I am obsessed with books. Ask any of my friends if I have ever gone a day without reading some kind of book and the answer will be, "Nope," "Nada," "Never happened." "No!" "Of course not!" or if you're talking to my best friend, "Beaver has never done anything like that before!" I'll tell you why she calls me beaver some other time. (Hopefully, not soon.) I'm joking. Anyway, I'm always hungry for new series to read. Right now I'm reading the Ranger's Apprentice series, the Left Behind series, and the Artemis Fowl series. I'm focusing on Ranger's Apprentice for now, but I'd like to know some books you think is cool. Maybe I'll read it or I already have! How many books do I read per week? Probably between one and three. I read a lot. I write a lot too. I'm a bookworn and happy to be one. I'm probably one of the only girls I know who will only go shopping for 30 minutes tops. I have better things to do, like read my book!
Hey! Daily Verse!
Good morning, afternoon, or evening! Today's verse is from the Psalms. Psalm 19:14, "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of mine heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer." I'm trying to make this blog be acceptable in God's sight so it will help you learn more about Him. Let you mouth be kind and gntle. Think before you speak. That saves you a lot of arguments and misunderstandings down the road. What you like is in your heart. What's in your heart comes out of your mouth. The Lord is my strength in tough times. Is He yours?
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