Share Your World–2015 Week 4

Share Your World

Here are Cee’s questions for this week. I enjoy reading your responses, too. If you aren’t creating a post to link to Cee’s blog, please tell me how you would answer in the comments below.

Where did you live at age five?  Is it the same place or town you live now?share-your-world2
I lived in Fairmont, WV, at age five. No, it is not.

You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met.  Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?
I might, depending who invited me.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
It seemed like a big town at the time.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A mom.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful we’ve had Miss Z four years, and got to spend a day with her.
I’ve got a hankering for a new Bible translation, thinking about a New King James Version (NKJV). Does anyone else have an NKJV? Your thoughts?

Linking to Cee’s blog

Altered Book

Wednesday I attended an altered book workshop. I’ve read a lot about these in craft magazines, but didn’t quite grasp the purpose. It didn’t help that in the back of my mind was the teaching that we always take care of books, we don’t tear their pages, or write in them… 

I remember the first time someone mentioned writing notes in their Bible, highlighting text and such. I nearly fainted at the thought; but now, I underline scripture, and occasionally jot down a date when I have an AHA! moment.  I definitely wouldn’t use this altering technique on my Bible, though.

In the workshop, we smeared paint, glued, made windows and pockets, experimented with collage, all kinds of fun things. We took what looks like an ordinary book, and made it extraordinary. Well, mine isn’t there yet, but there is hope. 

Here’s a sneak peek:

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Word A Day–Originate

Where are you from? Or maybe I should ask, from where did you originate?

At some point in each life, there will arise
a longing in the heart.
We ponder from whence we came, and
and where we got our start.

It may appear as a deep homesickness
drawing us to the past.
It might possibly feel like a loss, and
it’s a feeling that will last. 

We will try to fill that void 
with every earthly means.
But nothing may be found to satisfy
until God intervenes.

He will pluck us from our pit
and save us from what mires. 

For it is Him alone Who lights the fire
and kindles our heart’s desires. 

Ecclesiastes 11:5 (NLT)–Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NLT)–Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. 




My Refuge, and My Fortress

Linking to Word A Day: North

Sorry, I decided against posting a picture, I hope you’ll understand.

It’s 1:30 a.m., Monday morning. I want to write a blog post, but I’m not sure what to write, or where to start. Psalm 91 is all I can think of.

Our Sunday morning started off like most, we attended church. Saturday, I got a call from a local shop stating that I’d won a prize in a drawing; so, after church, we headed to the store in Chesapeake to get it. We had plans to return home afterward and work on some things around the house. It was nearly 70 degrees, and hubby suggested we go to Starbucks for frappuccinos and sit outside to drink them first. Everything was so Perfect. Then, we headed home, north on Battlefield Boulevard. 

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty…

For He will deliver you…
Sunday, we were delivered.  

He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings shall you trust and find refuge…
Sunday, we found a sheltered place, there is no other explanation. 

You shall not be afraid…
Sunday, when it sounded like all hell broke loose…  

A thousand may fall at your side…
Beaten and battered cars littered the street behind and on both sides of us, six in all, several occupants taken to local hospitals.

Only a spectator shall you be…
Sunday, when the noise finally stopped, we stepped out of our vehicle, unscathed, 

Because you have made the Lord your refuge, and the Most High your dwelling place, There shall no evil befall you…
Only the rear bumper dented by flying debris.

For He will give His angels charge over you…
For quite some time now, I’ve stated this in a prayer of thanksgiving whenever I get behind the wheel of a car. 

Having been rear-ended twice when stopped in traffic previously, and still bearing the pain in my body, I needed a promise I could cling to when getting behind the wheel.  

So, are you in Good Hands? Where do you place your trust?

If you believe in the power of prayer, would you join me in seeking healing and speedy recovery for the injured ones?