Monday, June 18, 2012

just a thought {one}

I read this quote recently: “Don’t pray for an easy life. Pray to be a strong person.”
Ouch!! Have you ever prayed something like”…and Lord, help tomorrow be an easy day with no temptations or struggles…” I have. Imagine praying the opposite!! Think about how strong we’d be as a Christian body, if we all purposed to pray for strength to do battle against evil, instead of a life of ease!

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Don’t be troubled. Believe in God, and believe in me. My Father’s house has many rooms. If that were not true, would I have told you that I’m going to prepare a place for you? If I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again. Then I will bring you into my presence so that you will be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”
     Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going. So, how can we know the way?”
Jesus answered him, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one goes to the Father except through me.”
John 14:1-6
(^  Aren't these verses so peaceful!!)

Thursday, June 14, 2012

I love Anne!!

I love Anne. It’s totally official. I love her imagination, the scrapes she gets herself and Diana into, her guy (duh!!J). So, because I can’t really come up with interesting posts lately, I’m doing a post on Anne… J 

...As much as she hated Gilbert, however, did she love Diana, with all the love of her passionate little heart, equally intense in its likes and dislikes. One evening Marilla, coming in from the orchard with a basket of apples, found Anne sitting alone by the east window of the twilight, crying bitterly.          
          "Whatever’s the matter now, Anne?” she asked.
          “It’s about Diana,” sobbed Anne luxuriously. “I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and leave me. And of, what shall I do? I hate her husband-I just hate him furiously. I’ve been imagining it all out-the wedding and everything-Diana dressed in snowy garments, with a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress, too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then bidding Diana good-bye-e-e—“ here Anne broke down entirely and wept with increasing bitterness.
     Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face, but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter that Matthew, crossing the yard outside, halted in amazement.

“That’s Barry’s pond,” said Matthew.
     “Oh, I don’t like that name, either. I shall call it –let me see- the Lake of Shining Waters. Yes, that is the right name for it. I know because of the thrill. When I hit on a name that suits exactly it gives me a thrill. Do things ever give you a thrill?”
     Matthew ruminate.
     “Well no, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them.”

     “Oh, I don’t think that can be exactly the same kind of thrill. Do you think it can? There doesn’t seem to be much connection between grubs and lakes of shining waters, does there?”
     “What’s your name?”

     The child hesitated for a moment. “Will you please call me Cordelia?” she said eagerly.
     Call you Cordelia! I that your name?”
     “No-o-o, it’s not exactly my name, but I would love to be called Cordelia. It’s such a perfectly elegant name.
     “I don’t know what on earth you mean. If Cordelia isn’t your name, what is?”
     “Anne Shirley” reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name, “but oh, please do call me Cordelia. It can’t matter much to you what you call me if I’m only going to be here for a little while, can it? And Anne is such a unromantic name.”
     “Unromantic fiddlesticks!” said the unsympathetic Marilla. “Anne is a real good plain sensible name. You’ve no need to be ashamed of it.”
     “Oh, I’m not ashamed of it,” explained Anne, “Only I like Cordelia better. I’ve always imagined that my name was Cordelia-at least, I have of late years. When I was young I used to imagine it was Geraldine, but I like Cordelia better now. But if you call me Anne please call me Anne spelled with an e.”
     “What difference does it make how it’s spelled?” asked Marilla with another rusty smile as she picked up the teapot.
     “Oh, it makes such a difference. It looks so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can’t you always see it in you r mind, jut as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you’ll only call me Anne spelled with an e I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.”
     “Very well, then Anne spelled with an e…”






 
“Gracious Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I’m really extremely grateful for them. And that’s all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they’re so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all, so I will only mention the two most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me be good-looking when I grow up. I remain,
         “Yours respectfully,
“Anne Shirley.





 
“I've loved you ever since the day you broke your slate over my head” 
(^ How totally romantically unromantic!! :)

“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”


Anne: "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice".
Marilla: "I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones.”




“Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed!"

“Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.”

        “I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

"Red hair is my life long sorrow."

Isn’t she just so sweet and cute and awesome?!?
Who out there dreams of traveling the world and PEI is on their list of places to visit?  (Bekah already has, and I’m jealous!! lol)
So, how was your day, too long, too short, warm, cold, happy, crazy… J

xo,
Becca