I was able to go to a Leeland concert a few weeks back with my dear sisters and brother. Me and Hannah have both loved their music for a very long time and were overjoyed to see them in concert. (I finally got her their last album we didn't own for her Birthday.) While we were their Leeland shared one of his newest songs that is not yet out on an album called, Refresh Me. It was so inspiring!
Hello all! So sorry to not be posting this month! As you know I have been doing NaNOWRIMO, which well, makes me crazy busy! Let's just say Leann has filled my life with travel because Nathan is being dragged behind Warren who is looking for her across the country. And poor dear, Margery is still thinking Leann is her daughter Norah! Drew is getting a little annoyed with Leann as well. I am trying to snap myself back into my life.
I thought I would let you all have a peek at what I have been throwing up onto my computer this whole month! It ain't pretty, and it sure ain't edited! So this is a no judgment zone! If you are going to read this and judge then close this tab quickly!
Here is a expert from, Lost amid Losses. My 2013 November novel!
Warren had fallen asleep on the buss while they chugged along the busy streets of Kansas. Nathan read a book on his lap and struggled to keep his glasses on as he was tossed against the large man next to him and Warren sleeping on his other side. He had tried asking the man to scoot over, but after the death glare that came with it Nathan decided he would rather keep his face whole and just suffer with being squashed. His coffee had already been knocked over by a woman in the isle so that had been gone for the past hour. He couldn't imagine sleeping with the sound of the screaming baby behind them. He still couldn't believe that Warren was in fact still asleep. Although he was glad that he was. He sure needed sleep after the past two days. He tried repositioning his feet but only found that they bashed into the suitcase of the man in front of them. At last he laid his book down and tried to stuff it back in his bag while leaning over Warren's sleeping body. His glasses toppled from his head while doing so and slipped under the seat in front of him. He quickly leaned forward and tried to retrieve them but found they had slipped to far underneath. Nathan frantically tried again. He couldn't find them. He sat up and tapped the man's shoulder in front of him. The man turned around quickly, Nathan noted that his dark brown hair was a little long slightly covering his green eyes and he wore a suite and tie as though he was going to work. Nathan smiled sheepishly and waved. “Ah, my glasses fell underneath your seat, can you reach them?”
“Oh, yes, yes!” the man said, while bending over in front of his seat. He sat up with a sigh and turned around. He swiped a stray hair out of his vision and held up the pair of glass. Nathan's heart dropped at the sight of one of the lenses cracked and in pieces, the frame of the glasses bent into a 'V'. “Sorry, kid. I think I may have accidentally stepped on them while moving my feet.”
See you in December after I catch up on my lost sleep!
I sit on our back porch swing. A cool chill is in the air while I listen to Leeland, Thief in the Night. It is the night before my beautiful sisters 17th Birthday. Oh, how I love her. We have been asked if we were twins since I can remember. You now we used to think we were twins? Yeah weird I know, but we assumed because we both loved the same things and did the same things we had to be twins! We share so many things in common, yet we are so very different. One quite obvious thing about the two of us is we both just love Leeland's music, we share the same hair color, we are in love with art, we both adore the book Rora, and we say the identical words at the same time all the time. Well once Mommy finally convinced us we were actually two years apart, we had each grown our own hobbies, likes, and dislikes. Yes there are still multiple things we both love, but I could never be as gifted as she is! She is an amazing artist, despite many obstacles that have been thrown at her, she still pushes to practice and master the art of painting. Thanks to the help of a totally amazing friend, Hannah's art awestruck me from the beginning! I just adore how much she loves and cares for children. She is just so kind and patient with them! I wish I could look at somethings like she does. Her eyes are so full of mercy. I have learned a lot from her.
Thanks, Hannah, for being one of the very best big sister! I love you dearly, and have been aspiring to be like you since day one! I still remember getting my hair cut and many other things, so that I could "look like Hannah". I love you so much!!!!!! I am still shocked at the thought of you being an adult next year! I feel like I am still in front of the doll house, creating crazy stories with you! Happy Birthday, Princess, Ballerina, Ninja, Artist! ;-) And remember "Everyone has their own sound."
“I am a sanctified saint. Saved by
grace, no longer held down by sin. I am dead to sin. Alive in
Christ.” The words were still ringing in her head. She wondered how
anyone could really believe it. She walked along the leaf covered
side walk. The sun's rays peaked up above the edge of the earth,
casting her shadow far across it. A breeze blew her sweater against
her body, while she struggled inside to fully understand being pure.
“Can I really be this?” She came to sit on a dew wet bench and
pulled her knees up to her body. “Can I really be called a saint?”
she whispered. The wind seemed to whisper to her, as her loose curls
brushed her cheek. “Are you not cleansed by his blood?” She
wrapped her arms tighter around her knees, tears filled her pale
eyes. “Was Jesus' sacrifice not enough to make you pure?”
She laid her head against her
knees, the tears began to fall. “You are a sanctified
saint. Saved by grace. Dead to sin.” Her
body began to shake, sobs poured forth. “You..... are His
child.” Her knees fell, she
let her head fall into her open hands. A cool hand was laid under her
chin lifting it. She opened her eyes. The sun's rays were higher now
lighting the whole city. The wind still tossed leaves about on the
wet pavement. She sat alone on the old park bench. A smile lit her
face, “I am a Pure and Holy child of God. Sanctified by Christ.
Saved by Grace.”