Weekly Topic!
Story: Your sitting in church, listening away to the Pastor on a Sunday morning, when all of a sudden... BANG! A terrible thought comes into your head. You had not meant to think it, it just came!
Q. What do you do? Take the bate, or pray it out of your head? Which easier to do? And why would you do it?
Can you answer this question?
This is a challenge for me and probably you too: having Jesus time. I think as we go through one of my favorite devotions called, "His Princess" we will both find that the plan God has for us and how He will teach us to be His daughters is the best way to live our lives; that we should give our lives up to Him! K.E.K.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Follow Me
Page 38
His Princess My Princess,
Follow Me
Your feet are beautiful when they follow me. I am the Way the Truth and the Life, My Love, and I have given you feet to walk with Me through this life. Just as Moses walked My people out of slavery, your walk with Me will be filled with My divine intervention. If you follow My lead, you will feel Me as we journey together in the same direction.
Love,
Your King and your Deliverer
Look up Isaiah 52:7
Friday, November 9, 2012
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
don't judge a book...
10 years after Lord Truban escaped:
It was a
cold, and rainy afternoon when Mercedes jumped into her Mom's car after school.
It was now the winter school break and she was very glad of that. Her Mom started to drive, as she peered out the window. Drops of water were drizzling down the cold glass, and it was hard to see, but from the familiar drive and through the droplets, she could make-out that they were at the Dome Library. It was the largest library in the state with four stories.
Her mom, Mrs. De Fount, drove into the parking lot. Mercedes would often come here when winter break began to pick out books to read over the break...well, come to think of it, she didn't exactly pick it herself.
Mr.Tubs, was an old and dear friend of the family, Mercedes' father had first met him when he used to work at the library. He would always pick at least two or three books for her to chose from at this time of the year. Although he was retired now, the manager of the library allowed him keep a spare set of keys to certain doors, as well as taking care of vintage papers and magazines, and things like that.
The manager Mr Fisher, trusted Mr Tubs, after all, he had worked there for at least 10 years and was so familiar with the Dome Library that it was a comfort to him to have him there when he was brought in as a new and rather young librarian.
Nobody knew very much about Mr Tubs, except that he had been there such a long time that he was practically part of the furniture, was very helpful to readers of all ages and made it a point to choose books to give to Mercedes. He had also become a good friend to Mr De Fount and could be seen at times sipping coffee in Mr De Fount's company at the local Alfresco Café.
Mercedes and her mother walked into the building and were greeted by the tall elderly gentleman with the thickest wavey white hair, a neatly trimmed matching moustache and the wisest of smiles, it was Mr.Tubs.
"Mrs.De Fount! Mercedes! How very nice to see you both again, how is Mr.De Fount?"
"Just fine sir,and you?" said Mercedes
"Fine fine,well..." Mr.Tubs clapped his hands together, "... if you are ready, I have the perfect book for you." he said with a twinke in his eye .
"Go Mercedes" said Mrs De Fount with a smile back at Mr Tubs "I'll wait here for you." Mercedes' mother would always pick a book as well as her daughter,so she might be a good example.
So Mercedes walked along with Mr.Tubs, all the while chatting with him about the end of school term. Finally she asked out of curiosity
"Mr.Tubs,what sort of book is it? Is it fiction, or nonfiction...?"
Mr.Tubs interrupted,"...Well you could say fiction...but you wouldn't be truthful by saying that, and you could say nonfiction..but nobody would believe you. So I suppose it's neither here nor there." he said quite mysteriously.
Mercedes giggled,"Well I can't wait to read it anyway!I trust you! You always pick out books that end up being my latest favorites"
"Oh yes you'll enjoy it..." he whispered almost to himself,"You will, you will"
While they'd been talking, they had walked through several large rooms with books stacked almost up to the ceiling and then old magazines,papers,documents,and then at the far end of another large room, specifically for dictionaries and encyclopedias, was a small, green,wooden door.Through this was a flight of steps which they ascended, then a narrow hallway without books, or shelves. Mercedes thought, I've never been up here before.
Mr.Tubs shut the door behind them both, and Mercades found herself standing in the most beautiful room she had ever seen! It was the top of the Dome!
It was a
cold, and rainy afternoon when Mercedes jumped into her Mom's car after school.
It was now the winter school break and she was very glad of that. Her Mom started to drive, as she peered out the window. Drops of water were drizzling down the cold glass, and it was hard to see, but from the familiar drive and through the droplets, she could make-out that they were at the Dome Library. It was the largest library in the state with four stories.
Her mom, Mrs. De Fount, drove into the parking lot. Mercedes would often come here when winter break began to pick out books to read over the break...well, come to think of it, she didn't exactly pick it herself.
Mr.Tubs, was an old and dear friend of the family, Mercedes' father had first met him when he used to work at the library. He would always pick at least two or three books for her to chose from at this time of the year. Although he was retired now, the manager of the library allowed him keep a spare set of keys to certain doors, as well as taking care of vintage papers and magazines, and things like that.
The manager Mr Fisher, trusted Mr Tubs, after all, he had worked there for at least 10 years and was so familiar with the Dome Library that it was a comfort to him to have him there when he was brought in as a new and rather young librarian.
Nobody knew very much about Mr Tubs, except that he had been there such a long time that he was practically part of the furniture, was very helpful to readers of all ages and made it a point to choose books to give to Mercedes. He had also become a good friend to Mr De Fount and could be seen at times sipping coffee in Mr De Fount's company at the local Alfresco Café.
Mercedes and her mother walked into the building and were greeted by the tall elderly gentleman with the thickest wavey white hair, a neatly trimmed matching moustache and the wisest of smiles, it was Mr.Tubs.
"Mrs.De Fount! Mercedes! How very nice to see you both again, how is Mr.De Fount?"
"Just fine sir,and you?" said Mercedes
"Fine fine,well..." Mr.Tubs clapped his hands together, "... if you are ready, I have the perfect book for you." he said with a twinke in his eye .
"Go Mercedes" said Mrs De Fount with a smile back at Mr Tubs "I'll wait here for you." Mercedes' mother would always pick a book as well as her daughter,so she might be a good example.
So Mercedes walked along with Mr.Tubs, all the while chatting with him about the end of school term. Finally she asked out of curiosity
"Mr.Tubs,what sort of book is it? Is it fiction, or nonfiction...?"
Mr.Tubs interrupted,"...Well you could say fiction...but you wouldn't be truthful by saying that, and you could say nonfiction..but nobody would believe you. So I suppose it's neither here nor there." he said quite mysteriously.
Mercedes giggled,"Well I can't wait to read it anyway!I trust you! You always pick out books that end up being my latest favorites"
"Oh yes you'll enjoy it..." he whispered almost to himself,"You will, you will"
While they'd been talking, they had walked through several large rooms with books stacked almost up to the ceiling and then old magazines,papers,documents,and then at the far end of another large room, specifically for dictionaries and encyclopedias, was a small, green,wooden door.Through this was a flight of steps which they ascended, then a narrow hallway without books, or shelves. Mercedes thought, I've never been up here before.
Mr.Tubs shut the door behind them both, and Mercades found herself standing in the most beautiful room she had ever seen! It was the top of the Dome!
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