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

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.

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"

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)

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.”

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

Is God Good? - Rejoicing Even in the Trials!

Is God good? Why do even His children suffer? Death always makes an unexpected visit...even before the grave. Forced to taste death even from our first cry. So, again...is our God good? How can He be good in all this suffering? Well, in  a small mini-series, I shall try to answer these questions starting with Rejoicing Even in the Trials!;

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

God loves each of His children, but that doesn't mean He's gonna buckle down and take all our trials away. We need to be able to transform into the likeness of Christ, and we can only do that through the testing of our faith.

"It's not your situations that needs to change...you need to change!" --Mike Donehey

For all the trials that come to us goes through God's hands first... But fear not He knows what will mold you, and how to hold you... So, be enduring, learn the patience that God is teaching you in the classroom of LIFE! Allow Him to prepare your spiritual endurance and stamina through the flames of trials...soon you will be as refined gold!

[Side Note: I know the pain of the trials as much as the next person. I am not saying that I am all better because of this...on the contrary, I am speaking to myself as much as I am to you. I struggle daily with faith. Makes you wonder sometimes...if I truly know what I'm doing...and the truth of the matter is...I'M CLUELESS! Hallelujah that there is grace, right? And in the midst of these Words of Faith....I'm just allowing the Truth to wash over me... Because usually, I hide in the muddy-gloop of sin's lies instead. I've never been one to stand firm and be true on my own volition. Sometimes, I even wonder if I truly have God in my heart... But, the point in me saying this is...I know what it's like and by experience, I hope to learn to exercise what I know!]

In Christ Alone,
Ari

Believe it or not!

These are my teen years summarized in 7 parts!

• When I was 13, I was easily excited. Nothing seemed to be wrong at this time... a smile meant happy and a laugh meant joy. It seemed that ignorance was sweet...for a little while. I went to church, had a youth group, participated in church activities....I was a Christian right? Not a glimmer of doubt about that....so I must've been right? Not so...

14 came, and I continued in conforming to the likeness of most Christians and not the likeness of Christ. Several times, we changed churches... I was now going to a youth group in someone's home every other Thursday at 7pm. Sure, I began cutting....sure doubts were coming over my mind, but I'd prevail right? God was with me, right? That might've been so....but was I willing to accept His help?

15...no more going to church.... cut from fellowship and the Word drew me into a deep darkness and cold than I had ever been in.....we had gone from one church to another every few years, sometimes sooner than that! Homechurch was kind of a blur.... Chip Ingrim's lessons went in one ear and out the other...I didn't understand what following Christ was about... the darkness became almost weekly, as cuts, soon to be scars went from the top of my wrist to my elbow. God must be there....He promised right?

16.....deeper darkness, fear, and constant cries for help, going from one friend to another and calling out for a hand. Therapy didn't help, meds weren't helping, not even the visit to the hospital at age 15...I saw no escape and darkness seemed to be never ending. Death, blood, torture, those were all the topics of my writing then....God forsook me? Not so....

17...Back in church once more.... nudged in the right direction, and yet unwilling to go...darkness hadn't quite finished subsiding....but, I did see a glimmer of light.... fear hadn't run out... now I was quiet in church outings/meetings I didn't participate in youth group much....for fear of judgement...Afraid to speak out....afraid to question....afraid to learn....Several friends tried to get me to open up, until the youth pastor started assigning me seats near the other youth.... Way out of my comfort zone, she seemed to expect me to participate, ask questions, and fellowship....not just quietly learn.... I began to blossom slowly, now was the time for a change.... One step at a time.....

18......Finally taking my faith as my own, a journey through tears, laughter, strength and weakness, faithfulness and treachery, outspoken faith and complete denial, everything seemed wild....and crazy.....would there be a victory?

I have finally taken myself out of my teen years, working daily towards a closer relationship with Jesus Christ.... a daily walk....I realize I do not need the acceptance of man to be whole.... The acceptance of a biological father is no longer required.... never was, never will be.... He wouldn't be able to heal me, never will, never could...... God's acceptance, love, mercy, grace, peace, faithfulness, patience, joy, hope, gentleness, kindness and self-control will be what will heal me.....the fruits of the spirit has changed me, changes me, and will always change me, until I am finished and with Christ!

Reeling courageously,

Mari J. Kimzy-Fahel

“Lily, do you know where Joyce is?” “STOP!” “Oh my word! I almost stepped on her!”

Sorry for not updating since New Year's. Stress started piling up(mostly from SAD and family issues), but I am finally coming to a form of stability and am able to manage and maintain a certain peace now... So, I'm updating this after a long time and first I'm going to talk about the 9th-12th days of Christmas, cuz I left off at 8th!

Ninth Day of Christmas Gifts:

• Me: eyeglass holder
• Aneira: hairbows
• Aric: certificate of aversion(one days of not doing dishes... xP)

Tenth Day of Christmas Gifts

• Me: earbuds
• Aneira: necklace
• Aric: homemade coupon(allows him to have his XBOX time all night starting at 8pm)

Eleventh Day of Christmas Gifts:

• Aric: homemade coupon(treated to soda)
• Me: purple magnetic bracelet/necklace 
• Aneira deck of playing cards(snowman shaped)

Twelfth Day of Christmas Gifts:

• Me: headband
• Aneira: little Hello Kitty tin(with candy)

   
Oh kark....it's been quite the ride this month! So, where do I start? Guess I'll start at....

 

Rearranging?

I have been secluded in a cramped corner for far too long.....my bunk bed blocks the view of the door...making this bedroom to be a spiritual, emotional, and mental death trap! And so in steps we want the room to wind up like this:

• Bunk bed torn down, and rebuilt to be up against the wall
• My dresser elsewhere
• My pc shoved where my dresser is(it's a more open corner, not at private)
• Lego table in the middle of the room
• drawers shelves lessened, two for me sis, three for me....(arranged artistically)

 

Getting a Life!

Scripture: I am into the word more times than I have ever been, even through the times from June to December! 2013 is a new year, not only time wise, but spiritually! Yes, I have made major mistakes this year, that I regret sincerely, but when you think about it....those mistakes brought me closer to God, intensified the longing for God! I have been reading Jesus Calling By: Sarah Young in the morning(been like an adventure in each daily devotional....every devo seems to be specific for that day! IT'S AMAZING!), I read(past tense) a chapter in the book of Galatians each afternoon and am in the midst of memorizing Psalm 23....

Homeschool/College?: Yup, still in high school, asked mum if she could help me with my homeschool more often than she has.... Apparently, I learn better with a compilation of physical examples and hearing the voice of the teacher xP I asked her to give me creative writing assignments, since we cannot afford writer's classes elsewhere! Daddy suggested that I major in hairdressing at Regency Beauty Institute.... and maybe after that, I can aim for an associates' degree in English/Creative Writing and Music maybe in Converse....

Guitar: Still worth the $100, I have been spending more time on Aislin than ever! Maybe still not as much as I should but, alright... I understand the chords, I understand the guitar, Aislin is like the other piece of my heart the dream I couldn't find--until now!I have major plans for my music! I definitely plan to at least go to converse the go for a 2-year scholarship with it! (\0v0/) LET'S GO! 15 minutes a day to practice Aislin and get to know my baby! <33

Writing: Wow.... since January 20th, I barely had any distractions from TWA.... I'm still writing it, apparently, I'm on Chapter Four, now! Whoooaa...... 45 pages on google docs now! The story is unfolding well, also am outlining each chapter as I go along! Doing commitment training from Jan. 20th-Feb 19th! Wrote around about 9k in the story from Jan 20th to the present.... the first couple of commitments 3k by the 23rd and 7k by 27th(else I'd have been doing Aric's dishes and mum's clothes) was done by the 22nd and then I was to have 10k by the 28th, 12k by Feb 1st and 14k by Feb 3rd(else I'd be rendering-actually, have rendered dark music-- Writing 1500 words in my late short story, iShrunk, and vacuuming my Gramma's house!) No more commitments like that for quite sometime, siiiigh.... Here's a snippet of iShrunk to get ya guys interested:


Lillian carried Joyce into the room and allowed her to go on the floor. Joyce’s cheek blushed red.

“Hi, I am Joyce,” she waved to the couple who beamed at her.

“I am Jonathan Amos, and this is my wife, Nancy,” Mr. Amos knelt before her, and extended his index finger, “How do you do?”

Joyce took it and shook it.

“Now, I hear you’re an adventurous little girl!” Mr. Amos scooped her up in his hands and placed her on the arm of the couch.

“Yeah,” Joyce stared warily at Mr. Amos.

“I used to be the same way, attack a snake and kill it, and I felt like a hero!” he flexed what little muscle he had, bringing laughter to Joyce’s eyes.

“Oh, Jon! Don’t fill silly ideas into the girls head!” Nancy hit his arm playfully.

Mr. Amos leaned over and whispered in Joyce’s ear, “Even if she won’t admit it, she fell in love with me after I saved her from a rattlesnake.”

Joyce giggled at Mr. Amos.

“I know what you’re telling her, Jon! The rattlesnake wasn’t even attacking!” Mrs. Amos laughed.

“May I correct you on one thing when the head is reared up, it’s preparing to attack! You had invaded its space too much!” Mr. Amos nudged his wife’s arm.

Joyce giggled, “I think we’re gonna get along perfectly!”

“That’s good,” Marian smiled, as though she was glad for Joyce’s first major triumph in life.

Beads: I began this small, and will be starting officially(hopefully) in March or April! I think I have the talent! xD I can start w/ kid's jewelry then work my way up to paper beads then a little more up to metal and wooden beads!

Blog: I am going back to being the Nutty Sundae.... it seems for too long I was trying to be someone else.... I liked being the nutty sundae, it seemed more honest so THERE! Goodbye Celtic stuff haha! xD

~Mari J. Fahel w/ her Nutty Sundae and Platypus named Cuddles!

P.S. This explains my entire January:

Joy, Peace, and Love! -- don't save it all for Christmas!

Today was the Christmas service for my church! You could feel the sincere, jubilant spirits in that theater! We lifted our voices high rejoicing over the first coming and waiting in expectation for the 2nd! During the sermon the pastor preached on so many truths that it was too overwhelming to remember! However, at the time, I felt convicted! When the sermon was over, we did our normal routine of the after-sermon, first we said the Nicene Creed--in which I felt more courage and joy when speaking those words than I had ever felt!

"We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen. 

 

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, light from light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father;
through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven,
was incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary
and became truly human.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.

 

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father [and the Son],
who with the Father and the Son is worshiped and glorified,
who has spoken through the prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come. Amen."

Afterwards came the Prayers of the People, which our worship pastor had waited in silence for a long moments, then opened with saying how amazing it was to be an Anglican on Christmas--with the Advent liturgy, and then the beutiful service on Christmas Eve....he said we were blessed!

Then, he continued by telling us to remember the children's faces when they run down on Christmas morning and find those gifts secretly wrapped under the tree--how their faces brighten up with joy! He said we, as Christians are to have that very same joy throughout the year--day after day until Christ's coming! Immediately, I lost all sense of dignity and restraint, after the words of my poem The Dance of a Joyful Madman came into my head--and the image of a child's rejoicing face, then the reminder of that verse in which we are to be "....Rejoicing in hope...." in Romans 12:12! Once all those beautiful images flooded into my mind, I beamed so widely and nodded in agreement with a silent, "Amen." to my worship pastor.....he caught that in the corner of his eye and looked directly at me, and extended a hand in my direction saying, "Like Ari over there--who is always joyful!". Everyone had their head bowed down, but those who knew me by name--especially the friends I was sitting next to--smiled peacefully.... It quite took me aback, however, I enjoyed the look of glee on my worship pastor's face!

Later, after the service was finished and we had done the announcements, offerings, communion, and the pastor and acolyte made the procession back up the aisle and everyone departed with our "Thanks be to God!" and three "Alleluias!".... I talked to my guitar teacher and asked him when he would be able to do the next lesson--he answered with "We can start back up this coming Saturday." So, since I haven't been practicing since November--cuz of December being a very busy, stressing and emotional month--I have to practice all the things I've learned during the week leading up to Saturday! Then I went to the pastor, who had mentioned that there would be acolyte training for any who were interested--I said that I was interested and my sis had already been interested so I got an easy time for training--he's going to train Aneira and me at the same time, he said if any of their robes fit me they'll let me use them--but if they don't then I'll have to get one.... So, like this weekend was, next weekend will be busy too! Preparing for guitar AND training as an acolyte! Just hope I'm not too klutzy for the job, lolz!

Anyway, when I got back, I had a piece of cake--again, and what came of the cake this time was scribbling on a sketch pad, which in turn started looking like a Picaso piece--I gave myself the name Marionna Fernili-Picaso cuz of it, lolz!--then in turn, I wanted to color it--I started coloring with purple then I went on from there.... the inspiration built up from there, but at first there was none! So, basically the drawing has a multitude of colors on one side and grey on another.... the meaning to this piece can be taken two ways.... one way could be there is a girl full of colors--representing truth, absolute truth which is fading away to grey--which is the comfortable--when there are no absolutes. Or it could be the other way around, the colors of absolute truth taking away the comfortable....lolz! Either way, I've named it The War of Truth.....

This is how it began colorless and sketchy

Sketch #2

Sketch #3

Finished Piece

Colored #2

Colored #3

And later, I think I might tell you why I chose the name Swashbuckler Disciple as my sign out/email! But, in the meantime MERRY 6TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!

Sixth Day of Christmas Gifts

• Aric - Reading Glasses
• Me - Callus Softening and Foot Scrub...Peppermint Oil
• Aneira - A pair of 2-piece gloves

Also, I plan on starting back up my practicing the penny whistle too! I hope it goes over well! :-P

Yours truly the Swashbuckler Disciple,
Arianna Joy "Platypus" Schaffer

P.S. This is a good song:

Cuz I'm Arianna and I CAN clean (yet again!)! ;-)

Well, today was a very busy, busy day--and quite strange too! It all started last night--when I went to bed at 2:40am after working on Kingdom Commandos [UNITED!]! In the time that was spent obsessing over perfection in this template, I lost track of time--then I had to yank myself off the pc.... later, I woke up at 7:50am and the first thing I do is go back to doing what I did the night before--and chat with Eli.... :-P So, once I finished talking with him, I went to the fridge in the rec room--where my daddy's studio, the laundry room, the big freezer, and a 2nd fridge is(everything but daddy's studio was in a compact area....) I went into the fridge and got a rather enlarged piece of cake..... 

Well, that speaks for itself, huh? For lunch I had only a small peanut butter sammich and later--at 2:30pm, I started work on my bedroom--mum had told me to clean my side, only.... and not bother with Aneira's stuff....and I said that I was only gonna tidy up a bit--well, being on that sugar rush, I needed to let out the energized mania that came from it! And, so, I started in my computer corner--in which I have named my S.A.K.E.A. which stands for Seclusive Anime Korner of Entmoot Academy! I did not leave it at tidying up--

I started with the floor, then worked my way up to the desk--in which I sorted through drawings, books, music albums, and my own writings--I alphabetized my CD's by artist--and alphabetized their albums' titles as well! I brought over all my DVD's in which I own--Duma, Matilda, Most, Naruto: Shippuden: Season 1, Paul the Apostle, and To Save a Life! I decorated my computer desk with my Naruto figurines--which I got for my 19th birthday from Kat-chan, my Anime Buddy--about two months late, my Hello Kitty box, shaped like a Japanese to go box, my water globe of a cat in a clothes basket--awwhh!--, my masquerade mask which was for the May Homeschool Formal I went to, and a piece from an old costume I used to have of a Harry Potter school robe--Gryffindor! Then I decorated my monitor with bandannas, my MacKenzie Platypus x3 creative, huh? I put my tartan rosette on her--Penelope, a candle, my latest stuffed animal edition--Rosie, the cat with yarn, my mini purple platypus, Cuddles, a Harry Potter stuffed snitch that I got for my birthday when I turn 8 or 9(maybe?)?, and the new edition of the cat card holder! I also rearranged my area a wee bit--a little unnoticeable since I just moved Aneira's toy shelf over to the side....I found a lot of papers--therapy stuff, writings, drawings, and notes from friends(I even found a phone number of someone that I was highly tempted to call(and not for a friendly chat, either :-P )--and on top of that, I found their address.... I threw away the phone number, but I kept the address, probably should trash that too....)! I found old letters and cards from family and friends, and my sketch book! Well, I was quite certain you guys would like to see proof of the clean room, so here it is!

The top of my monitor, with my epic decor!

all my CD's and DVD'S!

my computer, decorated too!

my computer #2

The spiritual books which I plan to read soon!

basic writing/musician corner

my hat collection is kinda getting big, huh?

Fifth Day of Christmas Gift

• Aric - shades
• Me - 2-piece gloves <3
• Aneira - Hello Kitty earbuds

One part of my 2-piece gloves! xD

 I also want to share with you some of the items I found! Here they are!

Ways I wish to change--sound familiar, Eli? I'm sounding like you!--**chuckles** If you cannot read it, it says "Growing up, letting your faith take root, not giving up hope and surrendering to each wave of doubt, and stand up for yourself for once"

A wee lil doodle based on the poem I wrote called A Knitted Scarf!

An unfinished Re-depiction of the Poem, yet again!

Zula, a furry cheetah, in which I was starting to make my 4th--out of 5-- alter-ego! (The alter-egos are gone but their names were Christy Kings--my first alter-ego, which I said was my emotional side of me, Patience Davari--the alter-ego I started to take control of Christy, who was my rational side of me, which seemed to be more there for me to abuse... o.O Naoki Ito--my fangirl side, she wasn't really as big as a problem for me as Christy, nor was she even known as well as Patience..... then Zula the Cheetah--she was more of an alter-ego of adventure, she also was a bit steampunk, so I suppose she was my steampunk side... and then, lastly, Scott O'Neil--analter-ego, based on a character I had in a superhero story in the series The Story of a Christian Superhero.....he was taken over by a demon and had the power of shadows, he liked to torture people and destruct relationships--he was what I called, "The Beast Inside of Me" when I was 15-18, and then he was named when I was 19) Though, I once had this alter-egos, I finally have forsaken them! lolz!

This is a doodle I drew when I was depressed, I felt the need of someone's embrace, and so, I drew this--it is how I picture Christ embracing his princesses!

 Also, I found my most favorite David Meece song in the world!!!!!! I haven't heard it in about TWO YEARS!!!!!! I just now found it!!!!!! Here you are!!!!


Yours truly the Swashbuckler Disciple,
Arianna Joy "Platypus" Schaffer

Films, Music, and Books! The suite life for a mediaholic!

Well, as promised, I watched Most! It was a very heart-wrenching short film. However, there were some humorous moments in it! I'm gonna review it below:

Most(Czech for "The Bridge") is a visually enthralling, 21st-century parable about a loving father, his young son, and the fateful day when they attempt to head off an impending rail disaster. Hundreds of passengers aboard an oncoming steam train are completely unaware of the danger that looms as they head towards an open drawbridge. A desperate young woman witnesses an act of mercy beyond imagination, changing her life forever--and the lives of all who see this story. Both heart wrenching and glorious Most vividly portrays the greatest offering of love, sacrifice, hope, and forgiveness known to man.

This beautiful story made me cry so much! Also, with some humorous conversations as

Czech Woman(in English): "I do love you.....but I am too beautiful for you..... Goodbye, ___________ of America! Do you want a kiss before I go?"
American Man: Seriously?

The story had so much meaning--a parable of love, mercy, grace, and sacrifice! I am glad to have watched it!

Fourth Day of Christmas Gift

Of our choosing:

• I got a card holder cat model for my desk
• Aric got a movie ticket
• Aneira got Chocolate Almond Milk

 Also, I have been listening to a lot of music...... And thought you guys might like to listen to one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists!


And I'm planning on reading some really good spiritual books!

• Begin: A Journey through Scriptures for Seekers and New Believers
• Do Hard Things By: Alex and Brett Harris
• Dare to Make a Difference in Your School (and Your Life)
•  Of Knights and Fair Maidens By: Jeff and Danielle Meyers
• Swashbuckling Faitth: Exploring for Treasure thru Pirates of the Carribbean By: Tim Wesemann
• Experiencing God By: Henry & Richard Blackaby, Claude King

Well, Merry 4th Day of Christmas fellow readers! :-D

Peace be unto you from God our Father,
The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Arianna "Platypus" Schaffer

P.S. I started a teen/young adult ministry yesterday, and have been working on it on and off all day! The ministry is named after the radio show I co-hosted with my beloved sister and her sister, Kingdom Commandos [United]! If any of you are interesting in joining, first read the rules, then let me know! GOD BLESS!

No Room For Our King?

Merry Christmas to all! A beautiful day has begun! Last night, we were closer to one another than we would've if the power hadn't gone out! We goofed off, we ate shepherd's pie, we opened one gift for each of us(Aric got a pair of nifty gloves, Aneira got some lovely playdough, I got the film, To Save a Life and a book Dare to Make a Difference in Your School (and Life) By the creators of the film--all from our parents!-- Daddy got a green jar, and Mum got cappuccino--from Aric and Aneira!-- and let's not forget the poem I wrote the night before!)

The jokes that came along with the green jar left the whole family in a fit of giggles. Daddy smiled and then had this conversation with Aric and Aneira:

Daddy: Oh, look an urn!
Aric: **ignores the comment** We thought you'd like that. I tried to find something to put in it, but everything was too big for it!
Daddy: Well, when I die you can point at that jar and say, "This, here's my Pa!"
Aric: If you want that, I can put your ashes in....
Daddy: No, they don't put ashes in jars like that. They put it in urns....

We opened the gifts in the dark, dimly lit by the electric and genuine candles. We also ate together in the same situation. It was so fun to be able to discuss things in a humorous light, despite Aneira's fear of the dark, and my not yet grown out fear of impenetrable darkness(which it was before we lit the candles....). The lights outside were even out! The whole neighbourhood was out! And so as Daddy said, we were gonna play a game called, "Guess what I have in the dark!", and so when we opened the gifts, Aneira was first--being the youngest--then me, then Aric, then Daddy, and then Mum! Aneira's reaction to her playdough was of child-like glee, my reaction to To Save a Life, and the book which came with it was more.... wild? When my eyes had lain upon the film I sat there for a good second, trying to comprehend what I was holding. Then out of nowhere, I let out a squeal of joy and repeatedly said, "OHMIGOSH! Thank you! OHMIGOSH! THANK YOU!", Aric's reaction to his nifty gloves was of the calm reserved realization that, "I needed these! Thank you!", I showed you Daddy's reaction to his gift, and Mum was like, "Oh my gosh! Cappuccino! Thank you, Aric!"

One of the conversations between us was quite the comedy!

Aric: I'm going into the fridge to get a drink. **goes towards the back, to the fridge there.**
Daddy: No, we need to preserve the air in there, we don't know how long the power will be out!
Aric: But, I'm thirsty!
Daddy: Then get water.
Aric: No. Soda. **continues to walk**
Daddy: Please, don't.
Aric: Fine... **sits down**
Mom: Perhaps we could go to QT, and get a soda, there!
Daddy: And do what? Stare strangely at them next to the ice cream bar? **gives a long, silent dazed look at us** "Can I help you sir?" **returns to the stare** "Err sir?" **continues** "Look, I'll buy you an ice cream cone, if you just stop looking at me like that!" **chuckles with a grin at the uproar of laughter from the entire family**

I tried to go to sleep at 7:30pm, however, it was cold and too early for me to doze off.... And so, I waited it out, when the power finally came back! I went to bed at 2:30am, totally drained from attacks from two unknown enemies, at the same time, also drained because of the late hour, and lastly, because of sitting at my computer for about an hour and a half, writing an email to six of my dear friends.... and so I was pretty much pooped! I collapsed into bed and doze off almost immediately after, images of my creative worlds whirling in my mind. And so, I woke up at 8:30am this morning, nobody's up, and it's Christmas Day! We'll be building the gingerbread house, opening our gifts, and then we'll have haggis, shepherd's pie, and spinach souffle!

But, I remember this season isn't about the gifts under the tree! It is about THE gift in which God the Father gave to us, this night--a chance at everlasting life! Joy to the World! The Lord is come! Let Earth receive her King!

[NOTICE: I couldn't write the short story for the gift for today, but I will spend the day, writing it just for everyone here! I have decided for it to be a Christmas comedy of the Inklings of old! I hope it will intrigue my readers!]

All randomity aside, I feel the need to pray for our country(America). I was listening to While we were Sleeping" By: Casting Crowns. And these lyrics pierced at my heart and sent me into tears of sorrow and concern for how the country--and ultimately the world-- is so fallen from morals, love, and joy, that I fear for this world:

"United States of America, looks like another silent night 

As we're fast asleep by the lots of thieves 

To save the trees and kill the children 

And while we're lying in the dark 

There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky 

For the Bridegroom has returned 

And has carried His bride away in the night....in the night! 

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping? 

Will Jesus come again and leave us slumbering where we lay? 

America, will we go down in history 

As a nation with no room for its King?

Will we be sleeping? Will we be sleeping?"

It is so sad when you see what sin has done in the hearts of men. I only long to make a difference in the world with Christ's power! Remember, my friends, if you are in need of help, go to the Rock which is higher than us. Find your strength in Christ, He is able, and willing to save! That is what this season is about! He came to this world to save sinners!

Merry Christmas from The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Arianna Schaffer


P.S. May God bless you all this Christmas season with joy, peace, and love! May His hand guide you in the ways of heaven above! May He lead you to the ones in need! So that, the hungry and naked you shall dress and feed! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!

Hobbits, Cute Guys and Hats.....OH MY!

Well, I was investigating too many things at once and now I'm all nerdy-and-preppy-like all at the same time! I am quite excited about The Hobbit, I would really like to watch it soooooon! I'm thoroughly enjoying the soundtrack.... I'm not normally one to listen to soundtracks, but I am absolutely addicted to this soundtrack(kind of like I got addicted to Brave's, Princess and the Frog's, Chronicles of Narnia's, Harry Potter's, and my childhood favorite, Lord of the Rings'!) It is a very compelling soundtrack, compels me to WRITE!


Somewhat off-subject but, similar to the topic, I am wondering if I should watch 13th Warrior, Braveheart, Tin Man, and Snowhite and the Huntsman(haven't watched any of those films, but I am quite curious if they are good. Does anyone know these movies? Have you guys watched it? Are they good?)

Also, I went all preppy-fan-girl-squeal just a moment ago. I was watching a certain video over and over, it was a song by NEEDTOBREATHE. Kind of something I am not particularly used to listening to. It's almost a mix between country and rock. It had beautiful men in it with EPIC hats! I really wanted the cowboy hat, the derby, and the fedora, but of course, I can't have them!


Also, my fast was a success, I felt empowered by the Holy Spirit, once I finished. I was amazed when I broke fast and was all stoked and on fire for Christ! Thanks be to God!

Lost in a world of thought,
Yours truly, the Swashbuckler Disciple,
Arianna Schaffer

Lift High His Glorious Name!

Today, I shall be fasting, praying fervently, delving into Scripture, and singing praise unto the Lord! I shall pray for spiritual revival in the U.S. Also, I shall pray for the comfort and healing of a couple of my friends, praying, also, for the the catholic and apostolic church to reach out their hand in the love of Christ to all in need of it. I have read Acts Chapter. I encourage you all to join me in fasting and praying unto the Lord. God's mercy, grace, and love will fall over you like a sweet spring rain!

The peace of the Lord be with you!

Lost in the world of thought,
Arianna Schaffer