Picture taken by Ariel Huntress. Check out her blog here: www.lionofgodmissions.blogspot.com
Monday, June 20, 2016
First off, those are not my feet - it would seem kind of vain to post a picture of my own feet with the words "how beautiful" in large letters across them. :) And they're not my Dad's feet either (he doesn't care for pink nail polish on himself so much... :)), though he does preach the "gospel of peace." These are my Grammy's feet, and I liked her pretty pink toes so much I wanted to do a post with them!
My Grammy may not be an evangelist, but she has shared the "gospel of peace" with people, and between that and her pink painted toes, I'd say she has pretty feet. And, if you think about it, if someone shared the good news (or "glad tidings") with you - that you don't have to go to Hell as punishment for all the wrong things you've done, but rather Someone has taken that punishment for you if you'll ask Him to save you and be your Way to Heaven - well, if you believed that person and ended up in Heaven instead of everlasting torment, wouldn't you think that person had beautiful everything - even their feet? If they helped save you from that? I sure would.
If we (Christians) really believe we've got the answer to the world's biggest problem, shouldn't we be sharing THE cure? And instead of letting people go blindly toward the cliff's edge, knowing something's wrong and not sure how to fix it, or sometimes not even knowing there is something wrong and how serious breaking God's law is, shouldn't we be sharing the good news AND the bad news (so they'll understand the good news)? Among Jesus' last words spoken on earth before He went back to Heaven were,
So we're supposed to be sharing this cure. That's what I want to do. I haven't been doing the greatest job lately, but I'm out to try again, and He's definitely helping me conquer my fears and as His child become more like Him. :)
And so I end with the obvious question...
Do you have pretty feet? :)
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
His Word truly is our light. I was crying recently about wishing I could hear His voice, but He's left us so very much to do in His written Word that I don't imagine I'll ever finish doing it all anyway - I'm trying, but falling very short. But it would still be one of the most wonderful things imaginable to hear His voice with my own little ears. And I plan to - Someday. Till then I want to do my best to "keep plodding," and share His Words with everybody He would have me to here. :)
Saturday, August 1, 2015
"But what if I don't like it?"I feel like I've heard that from myself a lot lately about a lot of things and I think...I think that needs to change. I guess I'll be working more on that contentment verse and the "Rejoice evermore," one. But He knows. And He loves me. And I'm trying to love Him back right. That's enough. :)
Picture by Lilla Frerichs (http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=41252&picture=painting-of-pyramid-and-camel)
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
This picture is of my friend's beautiful horse, Stormer.
I recent-ish-ly got to see the play War Horse with a friend and her family when the play came to Cape Town, and shortly thereafter I got to see the movie also. The acting for both was great, and the story very moving, but the play was especially impressive to me. Because it's a play, they use puppets instead of live horses, which did not sound especially thrilling to me (I was picturing the fuzzy little hand-kind of puppets :)), but these are not your average puppets, and what I was pleased about: they're made in South Africa! (Instead of trying to describe them, I think I'll just attach a picture from the Facebook page of War Horse - click here to see more: https://www.facebook.com/warhorseonstage?ref=br_rs)
|It takes 3 puppeteers to get each of these horses to come alive, but they are so|
good at what they do - making Joey move as a life-like horse - that by the end
of the play you really forget they are even there!
The play was spectacular, and easy to get into, (inspite of my grim determination to survive a 'tear-jerker' without crying - I went thinking the horse died at the end, but he didn't! - and I did make it, just barely, if for no other reason than being terrified of losing my contacts again :)) the story and acting engaging - at times tragic and at times funny - and I loved the musical pieces, especially the soloist. The only thing I had against the play and movie was the occasional language, which was totally unnecessary.
The story is of a boy, Albert, and his horse, Joey, and what happens when they are separated by World War I. (check out Wikipedia for a more detailed story outline here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Horse_(play)) There are slightly different plot twists between the movie and play (and the book, too, I've heard), and unfortunately the movie also has a few bad words, but is better than the play in that respect, I think, and the filming and scenery is amazing.
Anyway, to wrap this up, even with the beautiful story, ultimately you get the idea life is rather hopeless. Horses are nice animals, but horses die. So do people, as the War Horse story so poignantly reminds. What is the point? The point is that there's more to life than doing good and being happy and having peace - or maybe I should say more after life. And it's just plain tragic watching even people just acting die hopeless, "Only remembered for what we (they) have done…" Ultimately it's God who controls our safety, and so, so much more than that.
Monday, March 16, 2015
A favorite verse of mine just now. The lamb in the picture wasn't even an hour old when I took this picture while visiting friends as we tried to come up with a name for her, vetoing unsuitable names as our time till barn-cleaning needed to be done dwindled. Snow-ish names came thick and fast, as the lamb was pure white, but none seemed quite right and 'Daisy' was already taken by my friend's adorable pet lamb. Leviticus also did not seem to suit. Finally one of us thought of 'Anastasia,' and we all three liked it - and the more we thought about it, the more we liked it. It suited her. After this was unanimously agreed upon, we decided to each tell Aunty J. separately, as a joke, as if we had each come up with the name on our own. It was funny, but by the time it got to be my turn, the last to tell her, she had grown suspicious, and my poker face is not known for being impressively stoic, and then we were all laughing. :) So Anastasia it was. :)