26 December, 2013

Everything's Gonna Be Alright Thursdays --There's a Purpose

A few years ago, I began a weekly inspirational video post on Thursdays called "Everything's Gonna Be Alright", for people, like me who needed a small reminder of why they were here. I would also add stuff, words of encouragement, quotes, stories, poems, songs, etc. to accompany it. So, I'm starting it back up, so I may help others while working through my own doubts.


For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them. Psalm 139:13-16


A Knitted Scarf

By: Arianna Scriptsmith
Intertwining in a word of hope
For a world that is dark and hopeless
A scarf made from living yarn
A word to drive all hate away

Looking at that small section, lies;
A letter formed from black and red yarn
You stare deep, and form a word
Words that push Me away

"How are you to know what it says
When all you see are lies?" I ask.
"When you look in the mirror
And see what you aren't"

"Any word can be formed with these
Four letters in my Word
"But only one word can mean;
That I cherish you, as you"

The scarf winds down through history
Repeating my L-O-V-E
In many colors that you;
Can't see as you that sees one

A living and breathing scarf
That feels the pain of doubt
The brokenness of hating
And from the fall of the world

Give me your life, My love, child
Fill the world with My light
And in the darkened world
And you shall reflect my light

Intertwining in a word of hope
For a world that is dark and hopeless
I knit Myself a scarf
And wrap it around my child

17 December, 2013

Projects for 2014

Many people make a whole bunch of promises of what they'll do in the New Year... I'm no longer going to participate in that... but I will show you what is on the agenda from now until possibly the Summer... I'll be taking it by ear... and one step at a time...

  1. This Month: I'm working on going through my media... based on two "models" C.A.N. (Does it celebrate sin? Is the sin accessible? Does it normalize sin?) and "How does it make me feel?" These are models that my daddy uses with his media.
  2. Next Monday: I'm starting a novel-in-a-year activity... 350 words in 260 days with weekends off. Aiming to post biweekly if not weekly updates @ my watty
  3. Next month: Aiming to begin selling my artwork @ my deviantART
  4. After Christmastime: Working to get my highschool diploma in homeschool.
  5. Next year: I'll be aiming for jobs/volunteer work. Looking into Mary Kay. Also aiming to volunteer for my Library's Store
  6. Through the Year: Making gifts for special occasions(bdays/anniversaries/Christmas)
  7. Sometime next year: Getting a bike and stuff to accompany it for my main source of travel and bus tickets for when it rains.
This may change as time goes by... but there are a few, I know will stay.

03 December, 2013

Take in all the colors....before they fade to grey...



If the sacrifice of my physical health is what I must give unto Him as my offering, I will continue to say HOSANNA TO THE KING OF KINGS! So much to worship and praise and give thanks to Him for!

From day one... February 24, 2012 I made a decision to make my vows for the Greatest Lover one can ever have. I would work to let go of my armor only to Him. Such a fight and a struggle, but God continues to get a hold of me... Guided by my family and church family All Saints Church, Spartanburg through my faith since as far as I could remember... God used the valuable lessons spoken to me by these many brothers, sisters, and mentors and has grown me. I am far from finished... but I feel fulfilled. I am now guiding another believer the way I connected better to my faith(Thank you, Josiah)... After so long, I have finally come to a point where I can completely rejoice over the freedom, my beloved and precious sister, Savannah has. I give thanks to God for sending her Cole, and praise the Lord for making beauty out of the ashes through our lil Alice in Wonderland.... I am at peace and feel freed from the destruction of my past. The Holy Spirit landed as a dove on my heart... and blessed me to see the beauty of the harvest... Eli is rejoicing, our friend Nic is lighter... I am free from my bitter spirit. Forgiveness has broken through. I give thanks to God for the friends he has used to bring me up... The Lord our God is good and His mercy endures forever. I am alive, I am awake, I am strong, I am a survivor, I am an overcomer, I am a fighter, I am a lover, and I am a Child of God's.

Many people tell me I look like I'm in love... To smooth this out, I am. I have fallen sooo deep in love with a God I ran from for so long. I just want to please Him. I thank God for ALL of those who are my friends, and those who read this now... Remember, you all have had a part to play in making me who I am.

26 November, 2013

November's Art

Art that I've done through the month. Enjoy!

In Christ,
Ari

Selfie Copyright © 2013 Arianna Schaffer

Finished Copyright © 2013 Arianna Schaffer

Authority in Christ(gift to Eli Cornell) Copyright © 2013 Arianna Schaffer

25 November, 2013

(Titles? I wish you wouldn't pressure this on me... welll, alright...) Bananas are good.

Alright, as some of you know, I've been hoping to write music for my lyrics/poems... Well, I'm starting now, with these song:

Title: The Ending of it All
Written by: Arianna Schaffer
Project: Illuminance (my musical project name)

End it now... (whispered)

[V1] End your sorrow and end your pain
Give up the hope of tomorrow
There is never a shame
In stopping your breath with a single stroke
So, bend at the knee, and pose the knife
Give up yourself... give up on life!
Such are the lies I hear in bed
Every night, I hear that I should be dead


[Pre-Chorus] But, I will stand, I will not be fooled
It's dangerous for these devils to use my soul
Because, I'm no puppet on their string
My life belongs to the King of all kings

[Chorus] So, now I say I end this now!
The voices' chants can not control me
(I end this now,)
I break the ritual, pray my soul be set fee
(I end it now...)
I don't want my life to end here
(I end it now...)
For grace to draw me near
(I end this...)

[V2] End your life and stop your heart
Cut the vein, the blood will satisfy
Your death is eminent, we'll tear you apart
Until, you do this, you aim to die
It should end just perfectly fine
You don't need to suffer anymore...
Such are the lies I gave into once before
Allowing my heart to become sin's whore

[Pre-Chorus & Chorus]

[Bridge] Do not let the shadows rule your heart
You are more than they make out
Just stand up to fight this fight
Then I call you to make a war cry shout...

I'm no puppet on their string
My life belongs to the King of all kings!

[Chorus]

18 November, 2013

Never Will I Leave You

Well, a night to stay up. Not in fear, no, not in rage. Not in sadness, bitterness, nor pain... but just to ponder on the changing power of One Name. Silence is my friend for this night. no laughter, no tears, no fear, no anger... nothing, except... How much change God can make in one, 24-hr day. All day... all day, messages were inserted into my head one by one... by one... to prepare for a battle that began and ended in all but a 3hr span of time. The first message pierced through the surface... the second prepared me to learn about a certain personality trait that our Lord, Jesus Christ has... the third was more uncomfortable...

1. Chicken Catapult: The imagination of one priest can create a bit of understanding... this priest said to us in Sunday School, "I have a friend who thought all her problems... big and small were being caused by Satan... then I got a picture of Satan with a catapult... and he's putting chickens in there... and shooting them all around her, and they're all squawking gibberish and she's there panicking... I told her, directly, 'and he's shooting all these chickens, and you're just bending to a knee and cowering under the ruckus and hullabaloo over things that don't matter... and the enemy's over there with his catapult, laughing at you as you're overrun by fear... he doesn't HAVE to send demons under every rock for you, you're right under his thumb and he thinks it's hysterical... it's ridiculous!" That made a scratch and I was exposed to another relentless blow in the heart:

2. Vigilance: In the sermon, our Deacon Mike said something along the lines of, Imagine being one of the disciples, with Jesus... You have got to be on you're toes with Him... as they show Jesus the temple, pride and glorifying the handmade synagogue... You say; 'Look at this Lord, nothing could compare!' They believe Jesus is going to shake his head in awe and say; 'Yeah, it's awesome!' But, what they get is, 'Yeah... I have something to tell you... There will come a time when not two stones will be one on top another.' And if we are anything like the disciples we're going to want to know when these things will take place... we will want to know the signs... so we will be ready! ...When being a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ, we must be on our toes, because His answers are unexpected, and will hit us out of nowhere, and we must be prepared for the change.

3. Thanksgivings: As usual... Pastor Nowell stepped up to the stage, grabbed his bulletin and recited the prayers of the people... but I assume when the invitation for Thanksgivings came there was a resounding silence in the congregation(I didn't experience it, I am afraid, because I had left for a few minutes and came back to this...), he cut it off and did not continue the reciting... he looked at the congregation, with grief, passionate grief, and slowly convicted us, on the spot... "It is awkward when I invite thanksgivings and there is silence in the congregation." After a moment of letting that settle in he began quickening his tone; "Are we a church of praise? Or are we unwilling to give thanks to our Creator who gives every and all blessings? Our hearts seemingly overflow with thanks on Thanksgiving... but you know what I think? They're really not! I'm talking to myself, I'm talking to all of us when I say, I will give thanks just out of duty... but, I want you to realize... There are people in the world, this very moment... dying for this faith we confess! And I'm not saying that to make us feel better! This is a wake-up call! (What have we become?) Maybe I'm wrong... maybe thanksgivings are something to be dwelt on in silence... I'm willing to be wrong... I want to be wrong! But, what if a visitor came one day... and the invitation for thanksgivings is called and there is complete silence?! What will they think? What will that make us? What. example. have. we. set. there?" I stood out of the aisles of chairs, staring at him... I was gaping at him.... I was shocked! Hurt even! A silent whisper told me in my heart, "It's the truth. It's supposed to hurt." Within a fraction of a second my emotions mixed before my gaze... first, shock, then consideration, then outrage, then resignation, then I stiffened my lip as he said something else; "And so, instead of our usual invitation of intercessions, each of you have someone beside you, that needs a blessing, speak into their heart and it can be as simple as; 'may the God who does good works in you bless you this week.'" Everyone had a partner and I stood there, alone... and back in shock... then I let my gaze wander through the entire congregation.. it seemed everyone had a partner.... but, there was one young lady... (trying not to cry right there) alone.... stiff as me.... I went after her.... I was speechless... a quick muttered, 'may God bless you...' and it wasn't even heartfelt.... she smiled... but, she was sad... she said it was business... but she was heavyhearted... and I just gave a lifeless blessing.... She doesn't know this... and right now... it's a terror right in the front of my mind.... what have I become?

After that... I humbly went into the intercessory prayers... after communion.... and asked for prayer... strength and humility to break my pride..... I didn't know what I was asking at the time...

Came home... all fired up... masked euphoria... "Yay, great Sunday!" I said... and I was prepared mercifully for the 4-5 battle to come... but, I wasn't noting it taking place... slowly... I gave into despair, anger, rage, bitterness and vengeance and within one second everything went out... A brother had to deal with a spirit of rage and anger toward a God who dared hurt my heart that opened the door for more darkness and a full-blown demon came... I was a fool... and I lashed out; "Stoppit" I screamed... I didn't want God... "God isn't love" I said!!! I never cared! I don't know how it blew up to that! But 5 times the Name, the Name, the Name-- and it continued with a bang!Until I was down on the floor, cracked and snapped... In shock, once more...

I tried to arm myself one more time... Gotta tell daddy... It went by so quickly and loudly and don't even know what we were talking about... cuz it wasn't about what I did... It was me being uptight... anxious... and then, the passive and serene shield I try to put up there disappeared.... And I fell hard again..... Apathy was the repercussion.... I became depressed, tried to convince myself I was filth enough to kill myself, but still trying to hope.... and have reasons to stay... , thanks to my Mother Berserker, I was kept alive.... then it was in the silence I engulfed myself in that God spoke to me... I'll close with this;

I opened to a song to speak to me... and then an overflow of that artist singer, which led to a song with one verse that stood out the most... "Trust in Me. Keep your life free from what the love of money will do... Am I not enough for you?" And I sat there, dumbfounded... And realized... I've only tithed once in my life... Everyone thinks that testing God is a sin. Period. But, there is one thing that he actually invited us to test him on the promise that if you give a little to Him it will return in more bountiful ways than what keeping the money can give you, cuz once you keep it, that's all you have... And ten it's lost...Reminds me of those servants... The two who gave a little and then came back double, the master told him "well done, good and faithful servant." But to the one who dug it in a hole and could not find it... To him he said, "depart from me!". It combined the entire message that I was too proud to see in one verse in a song. In thanksgiving, we give unto God, we trust and He blesses and with the blessings He pours to the brim... it must overflow to bless others.

In Christ forever and always...
A Heart Who Waits


Trust in Me, Keep your life free, From what the love of money will do Am I not enough for you? (Chorus) Never will I leave you, That's something I'll never do. Forever remember that it's true, Never will I leave you. When you fear, The scars and tears. Remember what I have sworn, I'll be with you through the storm. (Chorus) And when you fear, That's when I'm near. Your soul's security, When will you believe? (Chorus) Never will I leave you... --Michael Card "Never Will I Leave You"

17 November, 2013

Joy Upon the Lord and the Power of YAWEH!


A very fruitful church service... and Sunday school was insightful too... :) in Sunday school we covered visions, and the difference between them and dreams... We learned that the place between waking and sleeping is where we are open most to God's voice.  The sermon was on Luke 21:5-19 and this stood out to me:

-cults are attractive
-these thing _must_ happen, but there is no need to be terrified.
-stress & fear can make us forget Jesus' assuring promise.
-persecution of believers have escalate... since the year, 2000 there have been more than a million believers martyred or persecuted
-do not fear do not hate, God _will_ give us words of truth...
-like a child who awaits Christmas, we are to look forward to what is to come...
-we are not wishing our lives away by exciting over Heaven... we are longing for the life ahead.

then we had a pop sermon from our worship pastor, Nowell, who aimed to convict us to give thanks to God... it was amazing...

Plenty of topics I struggled with, this week were resolved... and I felt that my relationship with God was right, and so, I went for the weekly communion, with a light heart... Went into intercessory prayer... and confessed my pride and asked for prayer for the strength to overcome... was anointed with oil... and was able to sing and be filled with joy...

And what with all my sweet girls throwing arms on me and complimenting me on my hair and sweater, I left with a more lifted spirit. Many compliments for my insight as well... And folks' adoration of the cute kitty, birdhouse, and pine tree sweater, and many laughs about heavy bags for sleepovers, and how it compared to the weight of our friend, Sam's bass guitar... and my, little moose, Rachel playful, aiming to "maime me" with the case... and not to mention my dear "adopted" brother-like cousin guy's cuteness as he gave me his email and I sent The Alchemist's Sanctuary... then visiting Gramma and seeing my adoptive Grandmother and then coming home... and meeting a very nice family, there whom Aneira played with...I can honestly say I'm feeling quite good about life...

Let's not forget that GOD IS GOOD, ALL THE TIME! AND ALL THE TIME, GOD IS GOOD! I am very blessed, even though I have been struggling... leaving the past where it belongs...in the past... and living in the today, and longing for the future!

Peace out and rock on!
Miss "Red Mystery Halo" Arianna Scriptsmith

(oh! got a new nickname, from my moose, Rachel...you can mostly see brown in my hair, but when the light casts on it... it makes this mystery halo-ish glow... :3)

15 November, 2013

The Alchemist's Sanctuary(Edited)

I have been having a fun time today! I wrote this short story snippet... I may or may not get it published, so I might have to delete this sooner or later!

Peace out and rock on!

Arianna Scriptsmith ☧ 



Inspired By: Whiteheart's "Climb the Hill"
Written By: Arianna Scriptsmith ☧
Started: Friday, November 15, 2013

A crowded courtyard with a faded grey haze settling down in the valley, overrunning what light there was, stood under the mountainous fortress. There was no laughter, there was no play. Though there were only children to be seen, they only curled in a pathetic ball in the ashes of the streets. They all either wore filth-ridden rags or they were naked and curled in their own stench. Chains dragged with their feet. Now cracked, transformed into cold, hard and deformed iron, wearing down their walk, were their own hearts, connected to the chains. The mountains and fortress cast a colourless gloom upon the children’s countenance.

Rumors of a secret escape to freedom stirred through this prison of shadow. All heard of it, yet none had the courage to seek it out. Yet, a young girl was not only seeking it out, but was very near to reaching it. Fearful was her name. She was a timid soul, but she sought freedom anyway. When she reached the narrow door, it stood wide open, a dim light pooled from the inside. Fearful noticed as colours began forcing their way into her making her a solid being. She dragged her chained heart with her. As she exited the shadows a luminous tunnel that went upward, she looked onward to where foot lamps led upward to a far off light.

Fearful’s feet dragged her cracked heart with her and climbed the underground slope. Step after step, pool of light after pool of light, she made her way up the rocky climb. Within an hour, the slope narrowed and grew steeper. By three, the soles of her feet were bloodied and scraped. By the sixth hour her heart was cracking more. By the seventh Fearful was ready to quit, because the climb had turned into a dead end, with a tall wall in the way, the light was too high to reach to now.

Fearful sat down, slowly, disappointment clearly filling her face. She sat there for a good while, too stubborn to turn back, too afraid to continue, she wept her tears of failure, she lay her head on a rock, and pleaded for help from anyone who could hear her. Then she heard it, twelve rings for the twelfth hour-- wait what? Fearful sat up and saw that the light had moved to the spot she was in, a door was right behind her, and wide open. A grown man stood in the way and smiled warmly to her.

“Come in, child. The tea is brewing, I have been expecting you and am so glad you stopped over for a visit,” said the man, tenderly extending a hand out to Fearful.

“But, who are you?” she asked him, timidly.

“I am the Sacred Alchemist. I’ve seen how you’ve suffered many years. And I’ve seen how you sought for a way to freedom. I am that Way. The Only way”

She hesitantly reached out for it and looked at her filthy nails. Her face fell to see his clean hands. As she pulled away, the gentle hand of the man reached out again, to reassure her that is was alright. Fearful looked up at the man who consolingly looked her in the eye. She took his hand as he lifted her up and led her inside. The room was so colourful and filled with the aroma of beautiful perfumes. A work table was in the middle of the room, with alchemy tools. The stranger left Fearful’s side and came back with a clean white dress with a green sash, a towel a washcloth and soap.

“Go, wash up. The tea should be ready when you come back,” he smiled serenely at Fearful.

She took the stuff, not daring to refuse, but nevertheless tears of joy streamed down her face, “Th-thank you, sir.”

The Alchemist smiled at her and led her to the bath and shut the door for her.

*~*~*~*~*~*
Once she was bathed and donned with the pure white cotton dress, she exited the bathroom and saw the tea, sure enough was laid out on the coffee table, with the Alchemist is the armchair.

“My child,” he said, beckoning her to him, “Let me have your burden.”

Fearful had almost forgotten about her chained heart. When she looked down at it however, the chains dragged a living beating heart, partly metal, yet fully alive, and in agony. Blood spilled on the floor, and Fearful cried, trembling.

“Come, my dear…” repeated the Alchemist.

Fearful came to him, painfully, then stopped right by his left. He stooped over, and grabbed the cuff of the chain and snapped it off of Fearful’s ankle.

“Have a seat. I’ll fix this, my dear.” He said, striding to her work table.

As Fearful did as he bid and sipped the tea, the Alchemist took the heart in his hands and poured a beautiful pearly liquid onto it and whispered into the heart as it turned to gold. He brought the heart back and knelt before Fearful, unbuttoning her dress in the back. On her left side, he placed the heart through the hole in her chest and mended it. Then he embraced her, and the words he whispered to her heart echoed in her mind. You have a spirit of courage, not fear. You are my beloved, my child. I love you, this much. Fearful's sobs began soft, then shook her hard as her heart began beating a rhythm and her breath began a chorus of faith.

“Fearful, I give you the name Faith, for it was through your faith that set you free.”

14 November, 2013

Frontline Overcomers

As a child I thought as a child, I played as a child, I spoke as a child, and understood things as a child would, but as I grew up I noticed that the world is a darker place than I could comprehend as a little child. I learned that everyday was a fight. Every breath was like a step, and every heartbeat was like the war drums, and making any decision during the day was transformed into a battle of right and wrong. Every day was an act of rebelling or peacemaking. What made me the person I am now were these conflicts in life that was just daily living

Are any of you aware that there is an invisible war going on? Most folks go on with their day as if they are not affected by this war, but the truth of it is, everybody fights in it... It's the side they have chosen that makes them a victor or not.

Ever since August 20th of this year, I've been training myself to work towards perfecting, improving and changing my ways. I have slipped more than my fair share, but, although I've failed in some things even if the 'some things' are really 'several things', I decided that I'll be a new person. I will be the first to admit that it is difficult, and I know that it will get even more so. I'm just glad to be on the winning side.

In Christ Alone,
The Scriptsmith

PS this was our sunset a couple of days ago, it made the trees look like they were set ablaze(also the sunset wasn't in the west this time, it was in the east!):








11 September, 2013

Winning Votes[ended early]

The two with the top winning votes are:





Arianna Scriptsmith ☧

Never Forget [but always forgive...]

In 09/11/01 I was 8 years old... I remember that mum was pregnant with my lil sister at the time. I remember seeing thew horrors on the screen and thinking it was playing just like a film... I was very little and saw that many were dying and leaping to their deaths...

That's why when Obama goes on saying it wasn't an act of war, I am infuriated... with a righteous anger. It minimizes the wrongs we've had brought to us. These were sisters and brothers of the human race... of every gender, age, race, coulour. And hearing how Obama says it wasn't an act of war... just is infuriating and wrong to assume...

Don't minimize the sin they committed... but always forgive... There is a fine line between forgiveness and plain out minimizing the wrong... Forgiving those who have wrong you greatly makes it more beautiful to the Lord... for He forgave all unrighteousness... He never minimized it... that's what makes it so blindingly beautiful to be forgiven and called the children of God.

Never forget.... But, that doesn't mean never forgive.....

“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’  But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.  For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet your brethren only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax collectors do so?  Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect. ~Matthew 5:43-48~



Never forget, never surrender, always remember, always forgive,

Arianna Scriptsmith ☧

Water & Fire: Spirit Purifiers [also, news and a vote...]

Yesterday, I was in a small group that my mum led. It was called “Face of the Waters: God’s Creation, Science’s Explanation". It got me thinking, and then gave me a great desire to write a nonfiction book about creation and the endtimes, how creation to flood and the gospel to endtimes overlap with one another. And also, how creation is an essential to our faith in Christ. I may post it on My Wattpad, in hopes that I can reach out to Christians and non-Christians alike of all ages, especially those who are 10+ of age. I hope you all will take the time to read it!

Lately, I've been writing poetry and making artistic things, I'd like to return to writing stories, and would like to know if y'all will vote for the (up to)2 you'd like me to write. The 2 with the most votes is what I will write. September 17th, 2013 will be the deadline to vote. So, far the vote has reached to this;

  1. The Kindred Victors [1] 
  2. Steam Warrior Alice [3] 
  3. Seven Gates to Sanity [1] 
  4. Collision [3]










I'll be putting up a poll on the sidebar... vote while you still can!

[EDIT: My bestie and beloved sister has finally had her baby girl

Alice Lynette Hensley was born September 9th 2013 at 2:01 a.m.
She weighed 6lbs 12 ounces and was 19 1/2 inches long. Only 6-hr labor. Isn't she gorgeous?
I'll be visiting them the end of this month or beginning of next. So excited!]
 
May fair winds follow you and the Author guide you to light and truth.

Arianna Scriptsmith ☧

P.S. Also, as you all may have noticed, I've changed the colour theme of my blog. I somewhat missed having purple on my blog :-P


07 September, 2013

To Rest Easy :-)

A  lot has happened since I last posted. What might've been two months in reality was almost like an entire year. July was the birthday month of hell. So in a nutshell this was what the rest of my summer was like;

July 3: Started well, Daddy and mum had a good anniversary, and my annual blogpost for that occasion was put on hold just because I wanted to think on it

July 4: I stayed home while the folks went to see fireworks

~Skipping a bit~

July 19: Gramma Jeannette's cancer was getting pretty bad. She was preparing for the end... Called mum and asked her to gather the family to her house on July 26th.

July 22: The midnight before, my cat, Galadrial had a seizure. And the next day we went to Shipwreck Cove in Duncan. There, we met up with a homeschool group and Aunt Mari and the cuzes. And daddy went to take care of Gramma Jeannette. Just before Aunt Mari came tho, I had an accident on the waterslide, sprained my ankle to the point that it was black and blue immediately. Had an emotional breakdown, there... we'll leave it at Gramma sitch + cat sitch + waterslide injury = hysteria = crying+laughing. Was slowed down considerably by crutches for  a week.

July 26: We gathered at Gramma Jeannette's. I listened to Heaven by: Randy Alcorn. They talked about settling her debts. My last goodbye.... telling her I'd see her later.... and that I loved her. "My crazy head to yours." was the response in return.

July 27: big birthday party cancelled. Ida Jeannette Kinney RIP 8/7/1944 - 7/27/2013.

~The days that followed~

Needless to say, my life crashed. I always had a tendency towards falling to pieces... But, this was to the point that temptations of quitting altogether continuously ran through my mind. The only comfort I could cling onto was Scripture and the hope of Heaven. I clung to the Book that my faith revolves around....and the book by Randy Alcorn like my spirits depended on it. The weeks that passed continued to pass like an entire half of the year. Until I decided that I needed to go into the hospital for safety reasons. They worked  on my medications and came home just on August 29. When I returned, I had the tools to cope and live in stability.

September 6: Well, things have improved by this point, I found out that I'd be going to my dear and beloved sister-by-wild-adoption, Savannah Hensley to see her, her hubby, and her wee bairne-to-be-born, my honorary niece, Alice Lynette within a couple of weeks-- or more.

Today: Been writing and drawing more than I ever have in the time of August. I am enjoying my outdoor activity... and hope to do sports such as Archery, Swordplay, Biking, Camping and Running! I'm pretty excited about seeing my Savvy dear... And this may be made possible by my "Mother Beserker", Kindy(or MY Seichicko! xD)

May fair winds follow you and the Author guide your heart to the light.

Arianna Scriptsmith ☧

02 July, 2013

Scriptsmith ☧'s June 2013 Creations

June has been filled with creations.....And from July 22nd-August 3rd, I will aim to start back up the unfinished projects that I began, but I will be focusing on homeschool, chores, and my ministry, Kingdom Commandos Radio up until then.

COLLISION A SHORT STORY BY: ARIANNA SCRIPTSMITH (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

One boy and one girl are polar opposites. While Dimitri is in a loving home with his grandparents, he craves darkness. And while Sincerity is in a broken home,(her mother, legally insane and for that reason she was taken from her mother and sent to her father, who after their divorce dated and dumped several girlfriends in a matter of weeks) she craves the light.

When Sincerity moves into Dimitri's neighbourhood, the unlikely duo become very close friends, as Sincerity reaches out through Dimitri's shadows out to him. As the two of them grew closer, though, they were thrust into a reality of a war between angels and demons. Transforming their lives, God had called the two to battle, where a great sacrifice will await them. But, will the two pass as Guardians? Will the two survive this collision?



ARTWORK FOR COLLISION  (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

THE GAELIC GUARDIAN +Eli Cornell (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

ARTWORK FOR COLLISION KATHERYN(KITTY) ISABELLA WOFFORD (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

AMANDA KATIE +Amanda Wood  (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

SILENCE IN THE CORNER (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

2 CHRONICLES 7:14 (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

WARRIOR-BRIDE OF CHRIST (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

VISIONARY COLOURS (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

My brethren count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. James 1:2-3
Imagine a little girl in green.
All her shades of colors are seen,
She means what she says and says what she means,
That her life is new and redeemed!

Imagine a little girl in blue.
Her tears of pain cry out to you,
Her heart so cold, she knows not what to do,
Her light fades, is no longer new!

Imagine Him dying in red.
Truth rings out, He rose like He said,
When will you all rise out from your bed,
To do as He commands and said?

Imagine a child in darkest black.
To go to glass from using tacks,
Realize the dark in you will hack,
If to Christ’s grace you won’t go back!

Imagine yourself in bright violet.
You have just escaped the violence,
You’re free, able, so don’t you fret,
It’s because Christ’s mercies you have met,

Imagine a man in dimming brown.
A smile from him changed your frown,
You knew he was strange in that town,
But he claimed he'd get the crown!

Now, picture the man in streets of gold.
By Christ, he sings songs of old,
That claims the Gospel that was told
Proclaimed by his tongue, so bold!

Imagine the saints arrayed in white.
Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb,
Their faith has now been made their sight,
Lifting up their voice and hands!

Imagine a knight clad in light grey,
A sad, wry smile comes your way,
You look at him with no words to say,
Unknowing the price he pays...

Will you just stare at these troubled souls?
Forget what Christ to you told?
Or will you reach out and your hands unfold?
Comforting these shattered souls!

Some will have lost their dearest loved ones.
Others forget Yaweh's vows,
Some will never see the light of the sun,
Some want out and don't know how!

"You are the light of the world," Christ said
So, why don't we shine His light?
Take these lessons to you, which I've laid
And be strong with Christ's love and might!

FLOWERS (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)

ARTWORK FOR A CRIPPLED WARRIOR (Copyright © Arianna Scriptsmith 2013)



(Above) Professional swordplay...learning from their moves.....(AT GREENVILLE HIGHLAND GAMES)

May fair winds follow you and the True Author guide you.

☧ Arianna Scriptsmith ☧

Summertime Flutters By

Summer 2013 has been the most eventful of times for this year--and any year..... What began as a hopeless desperate start of the year has sprung into a beautifully blossoming active middle of the year... I began with trying to actually finish a story and then began sketching. Then all of a sudden, I was thrust back into a ministry I was a part of from January 2011 to February 2012 and just started back up again. Please look at my updated blogs, on the link below;

Also, we recently went to the lake! We went with a few friends-- we <3 them all!-- and we all had fun!



Mum's and my feet!

Me being crazeh... my fave pic of da bunch!

Neira getting really tall, and looking verra penguin-like...


the lake!!!

Neira going in for a water landing!

Just keep....

....Swimming?

Go baaaackkk!

Urrrghhh @.@ IIIINFEEERYYYY!!!! err...just kiddin' :P
Well, that's it!!!! Thanks fer readin' up!!!
 

"May you have the hindsight to know where you've been the foresight to know where you're going and the insight to know when you're going too far." --Irish Blessing

--Miss Arianna Schaffer

10 May, 2013

Recipes for Havoc -- Insanely Whacky Ice Creams

If you are daring enough to try this during the summer....go for it!

--Miss Ari

Banana Split w/ Bacon Bits


Ingredients
  • 2 scoops of any kind of ice cream flavour
  • waffle cone bowl
  • 1 pretzel stick
  • 1 banana
  • bacon bits
  • caramel syrup
Directions
  1. Set the waffle cone bowl in a container to keep from seeping
  2. slice the bana down the middle and put it in the cone
  3. scoop any kind of ice cream you would prefer
  4. stick the prezel stick, shake the bacon bits, and pour the caramel syrup over the split
  5. Bon appetite!

Sweet N' Salty Ice Cream w/ Choco syrup


Ingredients
  • Vanilla ice cream
  • Ruffles Original potato chips
  • Chocolate syrup
Directions
  1. Scoop however many scoops of vanilla ice cream
  2. get a handful of potato chips and crumble it up in the ice cream
  3. Pour some chocolate syrup in it

09 May, 2013

Recipes for Havoc -- Sweet Lime and Orange Grits w/ Lemon Pepper

If you guys are feeling a little wild, make this recipe for breakfast and try it out! Goes very well with egg in the basket!

--Miss Arianna Schaffer

Sweet Lime and Orange Grits w/ Lemon Pepper


Ingredients:
  • Grits
  • Lime Juice(freshly squeezed)
  • Orange Juice(freshly squeezed)
  • Lemon Pepper
  • 1/2 stick Butter
  • Dash of salt
  • Agave(or honey)
Direction:
  1. Follow the directions on the box of grits(put butter and salt in)
  2. When finished pour the lime and orange juice in and stir well
  3. Shake a little lemon pepper in and put a little honey or agave syrup in the grits
  4. Let it cool down and Bon appetite ;)

24 April, 2013

"Triple A" Memories

I was going through memories I found in my mum's iPhone files...... He are some wonderful pictures of me and my sibs! <33 them to death!

My fair lady...... :3

look at the wee builder there! <33

ermm...I'm not sure where this was taken...but I look sad... o.O

looks very....eerie....



Birthday gift from Uncle Bill & Aunt Becky....yup, vegan...could be something to look into, eh?

Princess Ella..... <33

Aric and I at the airport to go, see bio. pop... :-)

The artist gaze.......just like her daddy.... :3

My first art show!!! And my first bouquet of flowers...THANKS, GEMMA!!!
Ermm.... My face in this is quite.....strange?

In't dis lassie adorable?

Yup...the lil'un took me hat... lol! She's adorable! <3

awwwhhh look at me baby sister! <3

This one has got to be my favorite.... :3


My bro in camo!

Aric's first legal drink <33 Whit Russian!

awwwwhhh :3

16 April, 2013

Knocked Down? Then Get up!

“If you stand up and be counted, from time to time you may get yourself knocked down. But remember this: A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good.”  
~Thomas J. Watson Jr.~

Whoa... I started this post in March! A lot has happened since then... what used to be telling you about cleaning my room, switching wattpad and facebook accounts has turned into MOVING TO ANOTHER HOUSE!!!! I am struggling to keep up with several projects at one time...packing, organizing, writing for 2 challenges(had to drop one though) and a novel to boot! I have a new Wattpad account that I named this blog after:



Also, I'm bringing my ministry back up! I have been scared, however.... What with my Gramma throwing up blood a couple of weeks ago... the Boston bombs.... and an irrational fear of Truth....I know I need to "put on my big-girl pants" (as a very firm friend has been constantly telling me) and do what's right because sitting on the fence is becoming too cowardly.... I have been falling away from the Word.... and I have been too scared to reach out for God.... I know of all things I could be doing....internet isn't the best thing for me.... but I don't want to get out.... Prayer would be much appreciated....


I'm at a standstill with my Scripture, homeschool,  and guitar, (the solutions I've come up with are getting back into the word homeschool co-ops, and getting back into guitar...) Writing's a great struggle...I'm beginning to wonder if I'm made for this at all.... Beads are just non-existent....but I am collecting bottles....how great, huh?
My loverly bottle collection...... xD


In Christ Alone,
Ari

P.S. How do you like my new template?

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