Saturday, August 25, 2012

And the winner is. .  . . . . . .

Olivia S.!

Thanks to everyone who entered! And thank you to MadebyLinLin for sponsoring this giveaway!


Bible Veres: 1 John 1:9
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

Monday, August 20, 2012

GIVEAWAY! Made By LinLin

Hello, everyone! A few weeks ago I found the cutest store on Etsy. And not only are the products super cute and well made, they are very reasonably priced as well. Now the exciting part. Lindsay from Made By LinLin has offered to give away TWO pairs of her lovely Rose Stud earrings as well as TWO rose bobby pins! You even get to pick the colors! 

Lindsey makes handmade, unique, quality, and affordable jewelry from her studio in Vancouver, Canada. She opened MadeByLinLin in November of 2011 and has never been happier designing and creating products for people of all ages and styles around the world. Her Etsy store is:

Lindsay sent me some of her products to review, and I am very pleased with all of them. 

Lindsay has even thought out the packaging of her products; her careful packing helps the products to arrive in beautiful, wearable condition.

I like the simple elegance of the products and the way that they can add that little bit of pretty to an everyday outfit.

In addition to the rose products, MadebyLinLin has many other cute jewellery selections. I personally like the simplicity of her floral designs, It's super cute and easy to add on top of any outfit.

I always get a lot of compliments when I wear my MadebyLinLin jewellery, and I hope that you  win some for yourself!

The mandatory Rafflecopter entry is to like MadeByLinLin on Facebook, but don't forget to look at the ways that you can get bonus entries!

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Bible Verse: Matthew 11:28

 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."


Monday, July 23, 2012

Choral Camp 2012

* Note, I did not personally take all of the following photographs. Please accept credit for any photos that are yours.
The staff.
Choral Camp was so much fun this year! I was so blessed to have the opportunity to take part in the camp as a counselor. It was so good to see some old friends and make a lot of new ones. I was thinking over the week and honestly I can't think of one single person from camp that I wouldn't truly enjoy spending a day with. I spent five days with these people, and I still love every one of them. That's saying something about just how special these people are.

 Being a counselor is definitely a different experience than being a camper. In a way I miss the easy going days and lack of responsibility. But in another way I wouldn't go back for the world. I love this life that I am living today, grown up responsibilities and all. I love being a part of these kids' lives. And I hope they learned half as much as I did this week.
The incredible little girls that I got to spend the week with.

Some of the other counselors on my hall.
 My favorite thing every year is seeing the unapologetic praise that these kids give. It's hard for me to not be self conscious about who's looking at me or who's listening, but when I look around me I see that the only thing these kids are really thinking about is Jesus and the music.

The end program.
 Ahh, and don't forget the activities. The shaving cream fight, the soap and water slide, the carnival, Super Games, the hymn sing. Every day has something fun.
Shaving cream!
The only downside? Saying goodbye.

I think this picture sums up the whole week.

"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world." - Anne of Green Gables

(Most of) the guys.

Thank you for all the memories!


 Bible Verse: "How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!" -Psalm 133:1

L-R: Me, Zeke, Danny, and Andy.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Road trip!

My lack of posts on here is totally inexcusable, but trust me when I tell you that I've been busy. On Saturday June 23rd my family and I piled into our Ford E350 and started driving. 17 days and 5500 miles later we're home again! It was such a fun trip, and I wanted to share some of the highlights with you.

All packed and ready to go!

JoJo in the Badlands.

The (very friendly) wild donkeys at Custer State Park.

The rolling hills were so beautiful! You could see for miles.

Elias with Old Faithful. 

The Grand Tetons were incredible at this time of day.

I was super excited to personally visit one of my favorite online stores while in Utah.

Besides the pools, Las Vegas was horrid. I honestly see no attraction to that place. The pools were nice though.

We girls at The Grand Canyon.

Kids can only take so many pictures before we break down laughing.

And it doesn't take much more for the laughter to turn to tears.
(I think about 1/2 of us are crying in this picture).
We had a wonderful time at a family reunion in Oklahoma before we headed home.
(Well, all of us that didn't have a stomach bug).

We even managed to almost find all 50 US license plates on our drive. Yes, even Hiwaii. West Virginia was the only one that we missed. Odd, isn't it, that we found Hawaii but not West Virginia, one of our bordering states?

I'm so grateful that we were able to take this trip! I've made a ton of memories, and learned a lot of new things. And to think that summer's not even over yet! Sunday night I'm off to Choral Camp at Rosedale Bible College! It will be my first year to go as a counselor. Check back in to see how that goes.


Bible Verse: Psalm 104:24 (KJ21) O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! In wisdom hast Thou made them all; the earth is full of Thy riches.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Easter Dresses

Happy Easter! He is risen! I hope you all had a blessed Easter celebration yesterday. I had a wonderful time with Church family and later went to see The Lorax with my parents and siblings. Although compared to the resurrection of Christ my clothing is dreadfully insignificant I thought you might like to hear how what I wore on Easter came to be. 

A few weeks ago we were going to have a frost and Mama and Daddy went down the basement to find something to cover the blueberry bushes with. They found some old sheets and curtains and successfully covered the blueberries before the frost got them. Next day I retrieved these sheets and curtains, and while I was folding them, I had an inspiration: what if I used the top of a curtain for an elastic casing? So I hemmed the curtain up a bit, strung in some elastic, sewed up the back seam and voial! A skirt! It needed something at the waist so I sewed a wide tube of the same fabric for a belt and made a button closure. I pinned on a bow and it was finished. 
Since my skirt turned out so well I decided to try and make one of those pillow case dresses that I have seen floating around the internet. I used THIS tutorial to make my 6-year old sister a dress. This took a bit more time and thought, but over all was a very fun project. 

This is what the back closure of her dress looks like.

Thank you so much for stopping by! I hope you are enjoying the nice weather.

Bible Verse: Matthew 28:6
"He is not here; he has risen, just as he said."

Friday, March 16, 2012

I Could Have Danced All Night. . .

Maybe somebody read me one too many fairy tales. . . Maybe something snapped inside of me when I saw Cinderella dancing at the ball. . . However it happened, it happened, and I was doomed a dreamer. Well, lucky for us dreamers, not all the balls belong to the days of yore. Saturday night I went to the Delaware Celtic Ball. 

This past Saturday, Mama, Andy, a good friend, and I packed up in the car and drove out to Delaware. At 1:00 we arrived at the venue and spent the next few hours learning and practicing the dances that we would use that evening. 

Afterwards we hurried home, and out came a flurry of curling irons and bobby pins. We quickly dressed and rushed next door where our neighbor took a few pictures.

My dress was just too amazing a deal not to share. Yes, I bought my dress at Goodwill, and I paid exactly $4.99 for it! When I got home I looked up the dress online and found it for $399.00! All I had to do was take it in a few sizes and add straps/sleeves for a bit more modesty.

At 6: 20, we hopped back in the car and drove to the Delaware Celtic Ball!

In one word the night was "Wonderful." Having practiced all the dances in the morning, most of them went off without a hitch. Below you can see a video that Mama took of one of the dances. I'm wearing the pink dress, Andy's in the grey tux, and our friend is in the light blue dress.

I can't think of a thing that would have made it more fun! At about 11:00 p.m., we reluctantly piled into the car again and drove home. Finally at 2:00 in the morning we went to sleep with visions of couples flying up and down the ballroom. 


Bible Verse: Matt 11:28: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Font Of Founts--- written by Lauren

Hello! I hope you are all had a good week. I follow a wonderful blog called One Bright Corner. I personally know the authors and highly recommend that you take a look at it. The following story was written by Lauren. It is a much needed wake up call for many of us. I hope you are challenged by this story like I was. And now, Font of Founts: A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, there was a village wherein every person had one day been given a special gift.  When any inhabitant of this place spoke, their words floated through the air as letters from a book, and they could be seen as they were spoken.  You could see tongues lashing their words to the timeline of history. This gift had its benefits.  For one thing, it made the question, “What did you say?” quite archaic, as everyone’s words trailed out behind them endlessly and it was easy to read a sentence your ears missed.  But as you can imagine, there were also difficulties. 

The inhabitants of the town could watch the Times New Roman shoot from a boy's lips, all angles, and embed in his sister’s heart.  They could see feeble diplomatic truisms fade as soon as they appeared, like a double rainbow in a noon sky.  These gifted citizens could watch someone’s lips moving, but see issuing out only transparent letters faintly outlined in black: empty and hypocritical.  In this village, a person could voice whatever he wanted, but the truth would be revealed in the form taken by the letters sliding into the atmosphere.  For once, the euphemism “white lie” actually held true, for deceitful words were as colorless as hypocritical ones.  Furthermore, there would be no doubt as to whether a person was angry (red words), depressed (blue), or sarcastic (orange).

The good people of this city have a curious comprehension of the volume of their words.  The story goes that the mouth of one young miss was never quiet.  On that bewildering day when the people woke up with the gift of seeing their words pour out in front of them like warm breath on a December day, this miss was cured of her gabbiness.  Wherever she went on that day, her tongue wagging, she was spinning a mile long train of letters which grew to be such a weight that she could hardly drag them behind her.  Furthermore, the other inhabitants of the town either cackled uproariously at her embarassingly long train of words or skittered away, amply warned of her active tongue.  She soon learned listening was better than littering the ground behind her with words. 

Another vice was demolished that day as well—gossip.  The ladies of the town used to indulge in a chat about all the other people in the town like some people indulge in chocolate.  It only took a week or so before one of these ladies turned around from her chat and greeted the one she had been gossiping about—who could easily see the snarky sentences the woman had just been speaking spelled out in front of her.  If you had to drag those caustic words around behind you all day, you would think twice before speaking them, too.  The fact that they were whispered in secret only served to italicize them, not to hide them from the public eye.

But words of praise were all the more sweet and prevalent because they were displayed all the day long.  Words of repentance challenged every other person who saw them to clear up clouds in their own lives.  Words of love let everyone know who was important to each person. 

This gift simply appeared on that sunny June morning, and one gray Monday five years later, it just as suddenly disappeared.  The first early bird awoke, stretched, and whispered “Good morning” to his wife, then suddenly grabbed at his mouth.  He tried again, and the words sounded, but no words flowed from his mouth.  He shook his wife awake in desperation, and she grumbled, “What is it?” before her eyes widened and she realized that the gift was gone. 

The whole town was abuzz with the loss of their gift, and they poured out of their doors, milling around in the town square and mourning together as if their sole source of livelihood had been destroyed.  The young miss who had previously been a gabber tentatively began to gab again, now that no one could see her words dragging her down.  The gossips began to speculate about who could be to blame, and nearly everyone forgot to praise their loved ones.  The confusion was only growing, and some citizens were plotting desperate action to recover their gift. 

Suddenly, a young man leapt atop a chicken crate, filled his mouth with his fingers, and whistled ear-piercingly.  The whistle slammed against the rumbling of the townspeople, shocked silence billowed, and the young man cleared his throat. 

“Good people!  I hail from yonder village, and my grandfather here has a tale he wishes to tell you of!  Give him heed!”

The young man helped up an aged man with a silvery pointed beard, who opened his mouth and spoke with a great deep voice.  He needed no words floating in the air to communicate.

“When I was but a boy, I heard my father tell the story of a mysterious gift that had been bestowed on our village when he had been but a youngster.  This gift, I now know, was the same one you have enjoyed for the past years, and like yours, it too disappeared after five years.  Was it all just fantasy, my father said his townspeople asked?  Nay, he said, and I agree.  True, your words now do not incarnate themselves in visual form, but all the ramifications of speech embodied in visible symbols still hold true.  Do shots from our lips not pain our loved ones as truly as a bloody stab?  Do meaningless niceties not get devoured by true, courageous statements?  Does not gossip somehow spread like food poisoning at a picnic…almost as if you trailed the words behind you? 

“Hear me when I say to you that even though you may no longer be able to discern the true motive behind every word others speak to you, God still can. Furthermore, He sees our words as deeply as if we could see them flowing from our mouths, a fount of fonts.  And His sight is far more important than ours.”

The old man stepped down, and the young man grasped his grandfather's elbow as the old man hobbled away.  The townspeople were silenced, and then, in that silence, they began to look at each other and smile.  The gift was not all gone, then, and they lived that day and every day afterwards as if the gift was still in their possession.  And not a happier or more prosperous town existed in the entire land. 


Bible Verse:
Proverbs 18:21--Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit—you choose. (MSG)

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