31 July 2010

Beauty in the Ordinary


God doesn't speak through bright lights and fireworks. More often then not, God uses ordinary events, ordinary days, ordinary people.

 Through this ordinary croquet ball, God filled me with an amazing desire and need for prayer. I could tell you the story, but it would take away from the point. It wasn't something big.
One little girl looking for something. 
One simple prayer. 
One prayer answered.
And one person filled with an intense desire for more.
Until you have tasted something so sweet as an answered prayer, you don't realize how amazingly powerful and wonderful it is.

 A few weeks ago, we found out that my beautiful baby sibling went to sit with Jesus. Our hearts went from rejoicing to breaking. I have never in my fourteen years known such pain. 

But it was prayer that lifted us up.

 My little sibling has the privilege of being at the throne of God and communicating face-to-face with Him. And we too can have that same communication.
Through prayer. 
And it was through this ordinary way. This ordinary croquet ball, that I learned to depend or prayer.

It was years ago that the croquet ball event happened. But through that experience, that I didn't think anything of at the time, my redeemer taught me something wonderful . . . that was the only thing for me to depend on in these past few weeks. 

Prayer is a beautiful thing. Communication directly with the creator of the universe.

 And it's there for anyone. Anyone who will grasp it.

 It'll change you. In an ordinary way.

29 July 2010

Discovering Beauty in Tragedy

Elizabeth asked me to do a guest blog while she was out of town this week. I wasn't sure I'd have the time to put one together, but when she mentioned the topic she wanted me to share about ("write a post about an amazing, humbling, or God-filled experience in your life"), I couldn't resist. I believe it's God will that I share about the amazing things he's done in my life - declaring the wonderful works of God.
Some of you might already know this story, as I've shared it on my blog before, but I wanted to share it here for those of you who haven't heard, and I pray you marvel today... just a little more than yesterday...

Our daughter, Anna, died before the sun came up on November 19th, 2004. When Anna's heart stopped that morning, my husband frantically called 911 for help. The man who answered Kyle's call never came to mind after that day. He couldn't save Anna's life and we were grieving too deeply to want to pull that morning back from our memory.
Three years after Anna died, in 2007, my husband called the Harvey County office to ask about acquiring a copy of that phone call. We weren't sure we'd be able to listen to it, and we weren't exactly sure why we wanted it, but we felt a need to own a copy of that call.


Kyle spoke to the director of the 911 Center, Courtney Becker. He informed Kyle that he was the man that took the call that morning. When the tape was ready for Kyle to pick up, he went to the 911 Center and met Courtney for the first time. He had written a letter to us and given it to Kyle with the tape. While reading that letter, we were shocked to find out that while we hadn't ever thought of the man who answered our call, he had thought of us. Anna's death had affected his heart very deeply. That letter made it's way to the Afterword of my book (In Faithfulness, He Afflicted Me). 

 I was so blessed to know that God had worked in yet another way through our heartache. When my book was completed, we took Courtney a copy and I met him for the first time. I was overwhelmed with gratefulness for the part he played in Anna's last moments on earth, but was especially pleased knowing he had a soft place in his heart for my little girl. He and his wife and children were all there. We didn't know them but somehow I felt a close bond with them.

Several months later, while I was having a book signing at Barnes and Noble, Courtney and his two children showed up. I didn't recognize him at first, but when he re-introduced himself, I was very excited to see him. He began to tell me how much our lives and story had affected him and his family. He then handed me a note and said it was easier for him to write it down than to talk about it. I was so curious and couldn't wait to read it!

When we left Barnes and Noble that day, I read his note out loud to Kyle (and Abigail - our daughter who was with us). I marveled over each word and felt my heart begin to spill over with joy. I could barely read it for the emotion that overtook me. The letter so beautifully stated that Courtney had not only been affected by being a part of Anna's death that morning of November 19th, 2004, but three years later while reading my book, his life was eternally changed! Courtney had given his life to Jesus Christ! He and his family have been faithfully serving the Lord ever since!

This is one of the most fascinating events of my life! Tragedy is often blamed for all the terrible things that come out of man, but I can't help but rejoice when I remember that God can and does bring beauty from tragedy!

This story inspired me to write my second book entitled, He Heard Hannah. I would ask that you pray for me as I continue to pursue publication for this book. Here is a teaser for the book:

July 12th, 1998 a man began a career in 911 dispatch. Two weeks later a baby girl was born.

November 19th, 2004, a man took a 911 call that would change his life. That same day a little girl died.

If you've ever wondered if God is real ... this story will convince you - He is.
If you've ever wondered if God cares about you ... this story will convince you - He does.
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Kyle and I and Courtney and Jocinda - bonded forever because of Anna.






Lynnette considers herself blessed to serve and love an amazing husband, many beautiful children and an awesome God. She’s written a book, In Faithfulness, He Afflicted Me, which details her journey through the loss of three of her nine children. She’s claimed her victory over heartache and enjoys sharing hope with those who need it.

Dancing Barefoot on Weathered Ground is Lynnette's blog, where she reveals all sides of herself. She loves blogging and considers her “chums” her true friends. She lives in Sedgwick, KS on a five-acre farm and says it's a her little piece of heaven on earth.

26 July 2010

So Long, Farewell...

I regret to say this, but I will be leaving soon. :( Our family's annual trip to the beach is going to steal me away from blog world for quite a while. I will have my laptop, but I am only going to use it for writing Peril on the Sea. I want to take a break from blog world for a while during this vacation to just relax, take a deep breath, and have some personal time with my family and God. It would make the vacation so much more meaningful that way. I feel myself spending more time blogging then I should sometimes, and so I plan on pulling myself away for a while, during this trip to the beach.


I promised to do something for Awel, and I intend on keeping my promise. But other then that, no blogging. Absolutely no blogging. It will be hard, I know. But at the end of the vacation, I know that I will be glad that I chose to step back for a minute and reflect on life.

What will I be doing? Sticking my feet in the sand, dancing in the cold ocean water, reading a lot, writing, cooking meals, sketching in my art journal, writing, writing, and more reading, walking outside and breathing the cool, fresh air, playing games with my siblings, and writing more. I plan on getting a sufficient chunk of Peril on the Sea done, and I can't do that unless I wrench myself away from my lovely friends on Blogger.




(this is where I'll be - isn't it lovely?)

So, with tears in my eyes, I say farewell.

Don't worry - you will not be abandoned. :)

25 July 2010

Book Review: Anne of Windy Poplars

This review has taken way too long to get posted on my blog.  I kept putting it off when I found other "better" or "more important" things to post about, like my abortion post. Very important, but still - I promised to review the whole Anne of Green Gables series, and I intend to keep my word.

Anne of Windy Poplars
By L.M. Montgomery

Anne, now engaged to Gilbert Blythe, is about to take on a huge undertaking. As the new principle of Summerside High School, she must face the unruly Pringles and their unyielding parents. The Pringles are the "royal family" of Summerside, and they rule practically everything in the town. When the Pringles decide that they don't want Anne as the principle, that's that. And it's up to Anne to change their minds.

But the Pringles aren't the only people whom Anne meets in Summerside. Sarcastic Miss Brooke, fatherless little Elizabeth Grayson, and many other characters play a part in this epistolary* Anne novel.

*Epistolary - A novel written as a series of documents through letter writing, diary entries, and newspaper clippings.

In this book, I found Anne to be amazingly forgiving, more so then myself. When she invites prickly and sarcastic Miss Brooke home to Green Gables, I almost fell out of my chair! Really? What, are you trying to ruin your vacation, Anne? I guess I need to learn to be more forgiving! 

Another thing about this book: as previously said, it is an epistolary - a novel written as a series of documents through letter writing, diary entries, newspaper clippings, etc. Half of the book is Anne's letters to Gilbert, describing the Pringles and other characters she encounters.

The thing I found rather confusing about this book is the fact that Anne met and made friends with several new characters that you only read about for one or two chapters, and then you never hear of them again. I found it hard to wrap my brain around this at times, because all of the extra characters got a bit...  confusing. There were a few characters, like Miss Brooke, Jen Pringle, and little Elizabeth, who Anne mentions in the later books of the series. 

There are, though, many comical parts in this book that made me want to laugh out loud. I will not say it here, so as not to ruin the experience for those who have not read the book, but to all who have, you know what I mean!

And there you have it! Anne of Windy Poplars, though not my favorite book in the series, is still quite a delightful read.


A BIT O' READING FOR THE DAY


"Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" ~ Anne of Windy Poplars

19 July 2010

Peril on the Sea

I am in the process of writing a story. A tragic story. A very, very, very sad story. Does it go without saying that sometimes I tear up while writing? 

But I like tear jerkers, surprisingly. They make one feel strong emotions, even though those emotions may be sadness, and that is truly a gift on the author's part. I have decided to post the synopsis-in-the-making for my novel-in-the-making. The title is taken from the hymn that is sung in Rilla of Ingleside, in the beginning of chapter 17, titled "The Weeks Wear By." 

"Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea."

These words, supposedly sung by passengers on the RMS Titanic (this fact may or may not be true) hours before the ship sank, struck me as shockingly familiar to the plot of my story. My title, which was nonexistent up to this point, is now Peril on the Sea.

So, taking this idea from Awel,  here is my synopsis!


It's not the best synopsis I've ever written, but it works. :) What do you think?

15 July 2010

Abortion: Speak Up For Those Who Will Never Speak

I have shed many tears and worded many fears involving this topic. It is in the hopes of possibly speaking my emotions and helping others that I have decided to write this post. 

Abortion is a subject close to my heart for one specific reason: it breaks my heart to hear of woman and doctors together killing a human being. A child chosen by GOD. How can they know His plans? How can they give themselves the right to end a life? God gave women the honor of carrying children, but that is not a gift to be taken lightly or thrown away. Just think, that little baby boy or girl could have grown up and been a true example of Christ; he/she could have lead many to the Lord; he/she could have touched lives. And yet, in one foolish decision, the mother ends that life.

Of course, a good debater will consider all alternatives. I am willing to consider and debate fairly all that pro-abortionists would argue back in response to this post. Let us consider all of their excuses:

{1} It is the women's choice to do what she wants with her body

There are so many things wrong with that phrase. For one, who said it was the woman's body? Wasn't she created by the Lord? If you make something, wouldn't that item be yours? So wouldn't that make the woman's body God's?

Also, it is not just the woman's body. Abortion is not the same as having a kidney transplant. A human being is in her body, not just something to be thrown out. And who gave the woman the right to end a life out of her own "choice"?

{2} The child could have added to the over-population of the Earth

A scientific fact: the Earth is not in any danger of over-population. And I'm getting that from Dr. Jay L. Wile's Exploring Creation With General Science, which I read for science last semester. So you know it's the truth. :) And let's just say that the Earth was rapidly heading towards over-population. We still come back to this same subject: who gave them the right to choose whether the child should or should not live, even if there was danger of over-population?


{3} The miscellanies


There are, of course, all the little unrelated debates, such as "The mother may not have a husband, and so cannot care for this child adequately," or "What if the woman is not ready to have a child?" This all brings us back to the woman not having the right to choose - that's God's job. He made that child in her womb for a reason - and, often thinking nothing of it beforehand, the mother just ended that life, as if she were only making a choice, such as choosing between chicken or fish for dinner. 


Here's an interesting quote from Ronald Reagan that I found on Brianna's blog. I think is brings up another excellent point about abortion.


"I've noticed that everybody for abortion has already been born."
And here is a verse from the Bible itself...

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you." - Jeremiah 1:5
To end this post, this song by BarlowGirl had alway brought a tear to my eye. The words are so poignant and true.

TEARS FALL
"I've had this same dream many times, it haunts my mind
It starts with a life but it ends every time
And oh, so many faces that this world will never see
A reason for your life but your heart will never beat

May the tears fall down
Let them soften this ground 
May our hearts be found 
God forgive us now
 Oh, what have we lost because we chose, we'll never know
 And loving You is better than feeling alone
 And all our claims to freedom have become these heavy chains
And in the name of rights we keep filling nameless graves

May our tears fall down
Let them soften this ground      
May our hearts be found
God, forgive us now

May our tears fall down 
Let them soften this ground
May our hearts be found
God, forgive us now.

12 July 2010

Do You Love to Write? Then Read This Post!

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Over at the blog Treble Clef, a contest is going on - a short story contest. How fun! :) It lasts until the 16th of July. Click the button for more info!

I wrote this story for the contest, a revising of the classic fairy tale, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It is 1,695 words (it just barely squeezes into the 2,000 word limit!). Please let me know what you think!

   I had eaten the poisoned apple. What a fool I was. How could I not have seen that coming? The old woman who stopped by my door when the dwarfs were out mining seemed too kind, almost sickeningly so. And yet, underneath that kindness, there had been a spark of evil, of treachery. And I hadn’t seen it.
My mind ran over the previous events that had led me to this day, to this death-like state. I had been born beautiful. I was always beautiful. Raven-black hair that swished into gorgeous waves, deep blue eyes, skin white as snow, lips the color of blood. Many of my tutors and governesses always exclaimed at my beauty, marveling how one little child could posses such astonishing looks. “You’ll have the young men all crowdin’ ‘round to see you, my dear,” said my old nurse. “They’ll come from far and wide to marry such a pretty thing.”
Hearing these words from my nurse and trusted companion, I knew them to be true. And so, I grew vain. I grew more and more aware of my beauty and good looks. You could call me arrogant or “stuck-up.”
The only person whom I knew did not admire me was my stepmother, the Queen. I always found this offensive; everyone else admired me, so why couldn’t she? 
She looked very like me, although we were not related by blood. But her black hair was wicked, her blood-red lips suspicious when she murmured soothing lies. I could never trust her again after that first day…
The Queen had a mirror. It hung on a wall, and it always told which maiden in the land was the “fairest of them all.” The mirror normally answered in the favor of my stepmother, who would then preen and be content for one more day. But one day, the mirror answered “There is another that I see, one who is more fair than thee.” The Queen grew very angry, for she was jealous of my beauty. She had always had a secret fear that I would be more beautiful then she one day. And that day had come.
I could hear her screams of anger and rage, for they had lasted the better part of an hour. And then, it seemed, she grew tired. She summoned her hunter and spoke to him a deadly order: he was to take me into the part of the woods where it was dark and the shadows grew long. There, he was to draw his hunting knife and stab me through the heart. The Queen even gave him a box to put my heart in when he had followed her orders.
He was very upset. I had never seen my kind friend wear such a tortured expression as he did on that walk to the deepest part of the woods. I tried to ask him what was wrong, little knowing that I was being lead to my death. When we came to the forest’s heart, he stopped.
Holding my arm with one hand, so as to stop me from fleeing, he drew his knife and raised it over my head. Shocked, I screamed, closing my eyes and wishing death would come quickly. It wasn’t until I heard the thump of the knife hitting the ground that I realized he had plunged it into the forest floor and not me.
“Forgive me!” he pleaded. “This evil deed is not done on my own accord. Your mother, the Queen, wishes you dead. She forced me to do this to you. But I can’t! How could I kill an innocent young girl?”
My breath caught in my throat and I lifted my head. 
“But she will not rest until you are dead. So, run away! Run away into the forest! And never return. Go!”
His command shocked me, but I ran, stumbling over roots and tree stumps. My dress sleeve caught on a limb, tearing the silken fabric, but I ran on. For once, I was not worried about my clothes. Fear for my life put wings on my heels, and I stumbled and ran faster than ever before. It was not until I grew tired and weary that I dropped to the ground and wept. The fear for my life combined with the fact that I did not have a home and I knew not to where I was running, and it made the tears run freely down my face, wetting the damp ground that pillowed my head. Eventually, my tears slowed, and in my weariness, I fell asleep. I slept there through the night.
When I awoke in the morning, I wandered through the trees a bit further, coming upon a small cottage no bigger than a dolls house. The door only came to my shoulder. I knocked, but no one was there. "How rude," I thought. "They ought to answer." Finally, after peaking in a window, I concluded that the house was empty. The door was unlocked, and so, ducking my head, I stepped in.
The house was chaos in the literal sense of the word. "Disgusting," I thought. "You’d think they could take better care of their home." But suddenly, I realized that perhaps, just maybe they couldn’t. Perhaps no one had taught them. So, I resolved to give the house a tidying-up, in the hopes that the little people who lived here would let me stay. For I had no other place to go.
It took some time. The floor was matted with age-old dirty boot prints, and it took almost an hour to clean those up alone. Then came the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, the unmade beds (which were rather small, I noted), the dusty shelves… the list went on and on. But I pressed on, and soon, after a long and tiring day, the cottage was clean. "There," I thought. "That wasn’t so bad."
I had grown very tired after my cleaning day, so I stretched myself across three of the seven little beds and soon settled into an exhausted slumber.
I awoke with a start to find seven little men all crowding around me, curiously staring at this strange creature they had found in their house. I sat up quickly, embarrassed. The men were very small, explaining the small beds and the short door. They each had a long gray or white beard, and their eyes bulged out of their pudgy little faces. One was taller than the rest, and he wore spectacles. He seemed to be their leader. 
“Now then,” he said in a surprisingly deep voice. “Who might you be?”
“A princess,” I answered. “A princess, one who’s stepmother wishes to kill. I had to flee my home, helped by a kindly hunter whom my stepmother had ordered to kill me. Risking his own life, he let me flee.” I stopped there, astonished at the great sacrifice the hunter had made. "He may be killed because he saved me," I thought in surprise and disbelief. "How could one man give his life for me?"
The dwarfs, for that was what they were, interrupted my musings. “You poor girl,” they all said. “You must stay with us,” to which their leader added, “I insist upon it.”
I explained to them how I had found their cottage a mess, and how I had straightened up a bit for them, and the dwarfs looked around in shock. Their eyes bulged even more as they took in the now-tidy cottage, and they stared in wonder at me. I blushed and looked down. 
“You have done us a great favor,” spoke the leader. “On behalf of all of my fellow companions, I thank you most humbly.”
And that settled it. I was to stay with them. 
The next few days passed pleasantly enough. The dwarfs left the house every day. to mine for diamonds, and they always gave me extremely strict instructions not to ever let any strangers in the house. Never, they warned. And until yesterday, their instructions had been useless, for I never let anyone in.
I could picture the old lady’s face as she tapped upon the door lightly, her face screwed up into a smile. Yet another lie. For, unbeknownst to me, this seemingly pleasant old woman was the Queen in disguise. And I did not know that.
I had, foolishly, let her in. “Taste these apples, dear,” she said. “I insist, you must try them. After all, the men folk like apple pies, do they not?”
Lured in by the bright red hue, I agreed to taste the apple. In a moment, I knew something was wrong. The taste was off, bitter and deathly. The last thing I remembered was the old woman cackling her evil laugh, before everything went black.
The dwarfs found me, dead. They put me in a gold coffin, surrounded by flowers, and wept over me. And that was how I had come to this hopeless state. I thought about what I could have done differently. I could have not bragged about my beauty as a young girl, for then the Queen would not have grown so jealous. And even if she had still attempted to kill me and everything had continued on this path, leading me to the dwarfs’ cottage, the least I could have done was follow the dwarfs’ rules about not letting anyone in. 
But I had foolishly let in the Queen, in disguise, and for that I now would pay.
In my dead stupor, I heard a horse’s hooves approaching. And then a soft, gentle voice. 
“What is wrong? How did she die?” The voice was filled with sorrow and regret. To my surprise, I liked the sound of it. I wished he would say more so that I could hear his voice again.
The dwarfs told how I had died, whispering the sad tale in deep monotones.
“At least let me see her,” the sweet voice spoke again. I heard the click as the glass coffin unlatched under his fingers. And then he bent over me and pressed his lips to mine. I felt myself reviving; awakening. And then I slowly opened my eyes…

I need title ideas, so if you can think of any, I would be most grateful! :)

11 July 2010

My Regency Gown ~ Part I

I know, I know, you haven't heard much from me involving my regency gown, have you? For that, I apologize. And I am also going to inform you of a sad change of plans - I will no longer be making the gown that Marianne wears in the piano scene, which I said I was going to make in this post. Alas, the pattern would be too difficult for a beginner sewer such as myself. So, I am going with something a bit easier. Something along the lines of this...


Or this...




Here's another good example...




And here's a final view...






Basically, I am going to make a simple, classic regency-style dress with elbow sleeves. Not too fancy, but still very pretty.

Today we started making the chemise, which is worn under the gown and is like a slip. Here are some pictures:




 A close-up of the pins I used to attach the pattern to the fabric


The pattern for the gussets




Flat-felling the seems



The attached sleeve



The "almost finished" chemise. The neckline is all that needs to be done, and the hemming on the sleeves and hem.


Unfortunately, that is all I have for now. We will be finishing the neck and doing the hemming tomorrow, and when that happens, I will take pictures of my finished chemise to show you. :)

04 July 2010

Oh Say Can You See...


By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

I added the extra lines of our national anthem, which are so often sadly forgot as we sing only the first verse. I wanted to have my whole point across, and to do so, you need everything, not just half.

On this beautiful Independence Day evening, when many of our fellow Americans will be viewing fireworks and enjoying family picnics and parties and barbecues, I want to pause for a minute and remember how we got here

Did our Founding Fathers simply say "Hmm, wouldn't it be nice to make our own laws?" and that was that - they were free? No. For it was much, much harder than that. The British were stubborn, and it took eight years to defeat them. Eight years. Just think about that for a minute. A child who was born at the beginning of the Revolutionary War would be eight years old by the end of it. Almost a decade.

Another point: the American Revolution was not, in the literal aspect, a revolution, actually. It was more of a political separation. Did the Americans throw out all doctrine of any kind and start new at the end of the Revolution? No, they used and imitated English, Greek, and Roman law. And we have remained allies with Great Britain every since the end of the War of 1812. We are no longer their enemies, but now their friends. What kind of a revolution is that?

Once the war was won, the Founding Fathers did not simply cheer and celebrate. They got to work, forming an American government so that we would not be allowed to grow anarchic. The delegates all gathered in Philadelphia in the year 1787 and formed the Constitution. It was a very hot summer, and the mood of the room itself was very warm at times. They argued countlessly, but in the end, the Constitution was ratified.

Throughout the years, our country has born strife. The Civil War, the Great Depression, World War II, you name it. But through it all, by clinging to our faith in the Living God and by living by the Constitution, we have survived and more than that, we have become the most prosperous nation.

But there are some who want to take that prosperity from us. There are many in our country who hate our freedom and seek to destroy it. We must be aware of these. We must live by our faith in God and by keeping the Constitution as the law of the land.


So, on this 4th of July, remember how we got here and strive to keep our homeland from being ripped apart and our freedoms stomped out.

Proclaim liberty throughout all the land and unto all the inhabitants thereof.
                                                                                Leviticus 25:10


01 July 2010

Life Isn't About Waiting for the Storm to Pass...




NOTE: THIS BLOG PARTY/GIVEAWAY  IS NOW ENDED. 

... it's about learning to dance in the rain.


Have you ever run outside in a pouring rain shower? Do you adore the scene in Sense & Sensibility when Marianne falls and is rescued by handsome Mr. Willoughby? Have you ever received a water-stained letter in the mail and considered the appearance improved simply because it looks "old fashioned"?

If you answered yes to any of the questions, you are cordially invited to join me in a lovely, rain-themed blog party!

This is a blog party and giveaway all rolled up in one! And it lasts the whole month of July, starting today and running until the 31st, so you've got plenty of time to link up! 

Here are the questions for the blog party...

  • Have you ever run outside during a rainstorm (and if so, please describe it)?
  • What is your favorite Sense & Sensibility version: 2008 or 1995?
  • Do you keep a journal (and if so, how many have you filled)?
  • What is your favorite thing about summer?
  • What is your favorite classical song?
  • It's your wedding day. And while you are going down the aisle (gracefully, of course), the audience suddenly bursts into singing "How Do You Solve A Problem Like ____ (your name)?" What are your emotions?
  • What is your favorite scene in Sense & Sensibility? Is the same scene in the movie(s) (and if so, do you like it as well)?
  • Which of Jane Austen's books is your favorite? Why?
  • Describe your perfect reading "nook":
  • Have you ever been accused of reading a book when you were supposed to be doing chores?
  • You are on the beach, and you are wearing normal clothes (NOT a bathing suit). Do you consider jumping into the cold ocean anyway?
  • Do you consider yourself a matchmaker like Emma? 
  • What do you like best about my blog? What do you think is the worst? (It's always good to get feedback, so I know what to change and what to keep!)
  • What are your opinions involving letters: short and brief or long and lovely?
  • What Scripture verse has encouraged you a lot recently?
  • Do you consider yourself an artist? If so, in what way?
  • What interests you in a blog: beautiful layout or good content?
  • Do you believe in saving your first kiss for your wedding day?
  • What are your opinions involving modesty?
  • Did you enjoy answering all these questions?
But what about the giveaway? you're thinking. Or did I not read correctly? Didn't she say there was going to be a giveaway?

You are entirely correct. So, now we introduce the second half of this month-long event. 

And here are the prizes...

2nd and 3rd Place winners will receive...

A customized signature made by Miss Awel Prince of Inspired Designs Studio!!

And... the 1st place winner will receive...

A free deluxe blog makeover by the lovely Miss Hannah Nicole of Vivid Design Studio, valued at $60!!


 

This is very, very exciting, is it not? Hannah and Awel are very talented young ladies, and they have generously donated the prizes for this giveaway.

Here's how to enter... 

NOTE: Please make sure to leave a separate comment for each entry and make sure to comment on THIS post.

  • MANDATORY ENTRY: Follow my blog, and leave a comment telling me that you are following (1 entry)
  • Follow Vivid Design Studio (1 entry)
  • Follow Inspired Designs Studio (1 entry)
  • Follow Hannah's personal blog, Aspire (1 entry)
  • Follow Awel's personal blog, Shilah (1 entries)
  • Put the promo button up on your blog (2 entries)
  • Put my blog button up on your blog (2 entries)
  • Post about the giveaway (2 entries)
  • Join my blog party (2 entries)
You can combine your blog party post and giveaway post into one and still get counted for 4 entries - that's what I would do! :)

So link up! And join the fun! And get the chance to win a FABULOUS new blog makeover!

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