Everyone has their very own writing style. But I have found that at least in my case I also tend to write like the people who's works I read. for example I read a lot of N.D.Wilson's book's. And I have noticed that a few of the things he tends to do in his writing I am also seeing in my own. You can learn how to write by just reading well written book's. That is where I have learned many thing's. But I am also home schooled and my mom is an excellent teacher. She also has helped me a lot in many different way's. Writing is very important to me and so I am always trying to learn more about it, which means that my writing style is always changing.
But that also means I'm always learning.
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
School, yes. Sigh...
Well we start school on Monday. Hmmm...I know school is important and all, but I must say I'm not that excited about it. I am happy that I'll be getting to start grammar, and spelling. But math, no way! I hate math. Probably because I am horrible at it. My mom always does a lot of prep-work for the school season. she always has all of us kids sent away for a couple of days so that she can plan set everything up for the next year. She plans our schedule and what books we are going to go through and, when we come home she is all ready to go. School here I come!
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Thursday, June 14, 2012
God's Sovereignty-My Essay
This is a paper I wrote for school, the idea's in it are taken mostly out of the book
"Desiring God Meditations of a Christian Hedonist" By John Piper. It is great book and I would really recommend it as a good resource.
“Our God is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases” (Psalm 115:3) God has the right and the power to do all that he wants to. That is what we mean when say God is sovereign. Think about it, if that is true then nothing can stop God.
If God is all powerful and can do anything, he must be the happiest person ever. John Piper wrote in his book Desiring God, “God has the right and power to do whatever makes him happy.” If nothing is stopping God from doing whatever makes him happy then why wouldn’t he be happy? The answer is that he is happy. In fact he is so happy, that he is the only being that has ever felt what it means to be happy as possible. This huge well of perfect happiness is where all true Christians come to get their life and their happiness. Piper put it like this, “What if God were frustrated and despondent and gloomy and discontent and dejected? Could we join with David and say, ‘O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water’ (Psalm 63:1)…We would relate to God like little children who have a frustrated, gloomy, dismal, discontent, father. They can’t enjoy him.”
Would you want to go and spend time with someone like that? The aim for a Christian is to be happy in God, to delight in his fellowship forever; therefore the foundation of the Christian walk is the happiness of God. And the foundation of the happiness of God is the sovereignty of God: “Our God, is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases” (Psalm 115:3) But don’t think that God is like some child who must be kept happy at all times, or else he will start to scream and throw things. That’s not what I mean; it is more that we are the dependent ones. We are the ones who will get all out of whack if we don’t get our full drink of God’s overflowing joy.
We all long for happiness but how many of us really get it? The only reason we don’t is because we choose not to. We choose not to spend time talking with God, we choose not to read our Bibles or go to church; we choose not to drink from the well of life that would give us pure joy through all of this life and into the next. How do you think the martyrs were able to sing on their way to their deaths? How were they strong enough to carry their own babies with them into the lion’s den? It was because the whole while they were drinking from God’s well of happiness and he was the one to give them the strength to go on.
For I know that the Lord is great, and that our Lord is above all gods. Whatever the Lord pleases, he does, in heaven and on earth, who makes lightning’s for the rain and brings forth the wind from the wind from his storehouse.
God’s sovereignty over men’s affairs in not compromised even when it comes to sin and evil in the world. It is not just as applies to good men or nice weather; God is still in control whether it is soothing an angry sister or starting a hurricane. It’s all in God plan. If there is a God in heaven then there is no such thing as a mere coincidence; everything that happens is under Gods control. From when the caterpillar will turn into a butterfly, to whether or not you will get that big raise you have been hoping for. “Not a sparrow will fall to the ground without your father’s will” (Matthew 10:29) “The lot is cast into the lap, but every decision comes from the Lord” (Proverbs 16:33)
It is so easy to imagine God has abandoned us. We feel that, because the washer broke or a close friend died God has nothing to do with our lives. But that is so wrong; God has a specific reason for every tiny little thing that happens to us. It is like we are on a huge stage and God is our director, every big and little thing that happens is in the script. God has written everything out we just don’t know how to read. But that is why God is God and we are not. He knows how everything is supposed to play out. He is not surprised when you get mud on your favorite shirt and trip on your way up the stairs. God is sovereign and nothing that happens is out of his plan.
Monday, May 21, 2012
First Chapter
Okay, Hi!!!! this is the first chapter of a book I'm working on. If you have any comments please tell me what
you think. this is just a first ruff draft but its a beginning.
THERANTHIA
Chapter 1
It was cold and dark out that night. The night before Kate's life seemed to end. She ran down dark allies and side streets. Will was trying to avoid main streets, streets where they would be more exposed, as much as possible. It felt like all the fear that was built up inside her was about to boil over and incapacitate her. but she had to be strong, she ha to be brave. she couldn't let her king down, now not when they were so close. They were almost to the houses that had been decided on. Surely she could make it one more day. But she would have to stop soon. "Will, Will, we have to stop, I..." Kate paused to take a breath and then went on. "I cant go on like this we have to stop and rest at least for a few hours." Will turned his head to look at her and then nodded once. He turned into a different street and then ducked into a tiny corner. By the time Kate crawled in next to him, Will had already unslung his pack and checked to make sure that the little child it contained, was still wrapped securely in soft blankets. Kate did the same and then let her head fall back against the brick wall behind her. She closed her eyes and focused on relaxing individual parts of her aching body. "Will?" She said exhaustion seeping into her voice "Hmmm...." Will's breathing was just as labored as hers. "I think you should tell me what the prophecy said." "Kate for the hundredth time, you know I'm not allowed to." Kate sighed and nodded, not opening her eyes. She had known he wouldn't tell her, but she just couldn't understand what would make Shinos send away his only children to a foreign land, totally unprotected to grow up not knowing who they were. If they were in danger, wouldn't they be safer in their own country. If their was a traitor in the court why not just banish or kill him? The questions buzzed around her head as her mind groped for unconscious.
"Up, we must fly!" an urgent voice sounded in Kate's ear. she sat up and blinked at the early morning sun streaming down through the sleeping city, to there little hideaway corner. "Hurry, hurry!" Will was pulling her to her feet. Kate looked around dazed and confused. "What, what's wrong?" Kate glanced down at the at the little packs full of soft blankets and sleeping children, and then pack up to Wills hard face. "Iwas a fool." he hissed through his teeth. "They are much closer than I had thought. And we now have no choice than to fly if we want to out run them, and we must out run them." Kate gasped "What, we cant do that. Everyone will see." "I don't think so its only four a.m. and humans need a lot of sleep. But we will have to go very high just in case." Kate started to say something but Will was already changing. His skin turned a light shade of pink, His dark hair had little tendrils of green running through it, and his eye's turned to blue fire. Huge, beautiful, wings sprouted from his back. Kate was not far behind him, her slightly darker skin was stark against her pale clothes. they both sung the small packs across the chests and took off! A tiny fist found its way out of thick blanket thumped softly against Kate collar bone the tattoo of a lion with rose vines covering his golden fur was only visible for the briefest of seconds.
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Kate turned the scream in her throat trying to claw its way out, trying to rip its self through her locked jaw. They were closer. She could see them clearly even black against black as they were. Their were twenty of them at least. And she was alone, Will could not help her. They had split up so that the creatures following them would get confused and because it would take far to long to go to both houses together. Kate felt lighter with the small pack gone, but she ached to have it back. How could she know if they had see her stop there? If they had.... She stopped she could not allow herself to go there. They would be fine, they had to be fine. Sharak had no idea where to look. She repeated that to her self as she flew, as she prepared for the fight she knew she couldn't possibly win. She looked over her shoulder again, closer. She looked down at the ground far below her. Open country met her eyes, field after rolling field, and then a stream. Kate angled down, she would meet them on the ground were there was dirt and grass and were roses could grow.
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Cloe Mulberry stepped out of her car, and smiling took her husbands arm. they walked up the short steps to their porch and then stopped, there was a small leather backpack leaning against their front door. But the bag had no cover and it seamed to be overflowing with blankets Cloe leaned down and pulled away the top blanket, and then gasped in surprise. There nestled snugly into the blankets was a tiny baby fast asleep.
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