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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-45570731896376591702019-06-11T12:39:00.000-07:002019-06-11T12:39:48.297-07:005 Ways to Fall in Love With the Bible <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hey</span> <span style="font-size: large;">there my friends!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">i know I've been a little MIA on here the past few months but I'm Back! lolol</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to share with you have w I fell in love with reading the Bible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Okay let me start with my morning routine. I try and get up at 6:30 every morning. (Note I say try because most mornings whatever Incentive I have to get up seems no longer relevant compared to my nice warm bed. ) sad but true. After I crawl out of bed I usually make myself a cup of coffee ☕️ or fresh mint tea cause ITS THE BEST. Then since it’s summer I settle myself down on my front porch, dive into the word. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">that's it. so simple. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">But what Joy is found in the presence of God!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">see for to long i had looked at reading the bible as a chore, something to check off in order to have a good day. its mearly something that has to get done. and my friend when you view reading God's word that way you will struggle to make the time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">im not presuming to know all the shortcuts to drawing closer to God. But see that's the beauty of the Bible. there is no "right" way to have a relationship with God. Honestly we are always changing, and so will our time with the Lord. So, wherther your just starting out, trying to get back into the loop, our just looking for a change, here are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">1.</span> <span style="color: #ea9999;">BE CONSISTENT </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">if your anything like me that's one of the things that i struggle a lot with. lists, planning, scheduled are all very strange words to me. Id be more than happy to throw everything into a bag and head off on a last minuet trip with a few of my friends. i love that! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">SO I've had to really work on setting a consistent time with Jesus. even if that means getting up earlier in the morning. See my friends here's the thing. WE NEED TO PUT JESUS FIRST. First above everything else because He is the most important thing in our lives. So make a date with God, what could be more important. Go to a coffee shop grab a cup of coffee & dive into the word. if your in the country like i am, find a field, pack a basket and enjoy!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">2.STOP READING IT LIKE A TEXTBOOK</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(234, 153, 153);">The Bible is not just a book. It’s Holy, it’s inspired! This is no ordinary story!! within these pages are the key to life! the key to living a victorious life! don't breeze through it. let the beautiful truth transform your heart through soft, thoughtful intake.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">3. ASK GOD TO AWAKEN A DESIRE FOR HIS WORD IN YOU</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(234, 153, 153);">It’s okay. It’s OK to not feel like reading your Bible. There’s no shame in that, God meets us where we are and we need to be honest with him. So ask him to change you. Ask him to change your mindset. He will!! You are so precious to Him. But that doesn’t mean that you and just sit back and wait for God. No, seek Him! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(234, 153, 153); color: #ea9999;">4. BE IN LOVE WITH JESUS</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I say be in love with Jesus I don’t mean an emotion . I don’t mean this constant high.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Love is deeper than an emotion.</b> Love is deeper than a feeling. It’s trusting, hoping, loving unconditionally, relying, communicating. It’s knowing deep within your soul that He will never leave you or forsake You! It’s abiding and his constant love. It’s spending time with him. talking to him. crying out to him praising him!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">It’s taking all your worries, all your fears, all of your problems, and giving them to Jesus</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">if your reading and get super confused don't be afraid to find a translation that you like and can understand! also a fantastic app that i am loving right now is the Blue Letter Bible. its amazing for in depth study, reading plans, and a ton of other cool things!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">SO there you have it friends, 5 ways to fall in love with the Bible. i am still far from perfect. i mess up all the time, still im striving to grow and mature in my relationship with God and that can only happen by reading the word and steadfast prayer!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"><b>if you have any questions please let me know in the </b><b>comments</b><b> below :) :)</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyone ready for some sporadic things?!?! K K </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">dang guys the older i get the faster life flies by. remember when we were kids and summer seemed to be infinity. i wanna go back to those days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its still coldish at night, but despite the cold we had a campfire. which was fantastic! perfect way to end the day 10/10 recommend this!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Me:<b> Summer is HERE!" </b>automatically puts ALL of my jackets away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">apparently its spring everywhere else but where I live. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Spent last week in PA with some of my family. it was a lovely time, 3 hour coffee shop conversations with the cousins about trips</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>ME AT 11:30 PM "Sara i think its time for Tea." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>also if any of you have favorite Tea blends that you love PLEASE please let me know. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i'm kind of obsessed with tea right now. lolol. currently my personal fav (other than fresh mint from the garden) has been the hot cinnamon sunset for target! guyss its amazing! do yourself a favor and get some.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God has given us (His children) the gift of the Holy Spirit, to guide, lead, and direct us in the path of Righteousness. Isn't that Amazing!! what a magnificent Father we have!</span></div>
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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-60067861304987968972019-04-23T08:12:00.001-07:002019-04-23T09:15:53.423-07:00Hey Again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">hey friends, i know I've been MIA on here a bit but honestly life has been a bit crazy, <i>andd maybe iv'e just procrastinated trying to sort out my thoughts..</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">is that a weird way to put it? maybe, but that's kind of how i feel about it rn.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">let me be completely honest with you all for a second. </span><span style="font-size: large;">its hard for me sometimes to look at people on social media and see what they’ve accomplished & not feel suddenly inadequate at the place I am in my life right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> By comparing myself to someone I don’t even know, I end up becoming more discontent and unhappy.</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">what I r</span><span style="font-size: large;">eally</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><b style="font-size: x-large;">think has to change is the way we look at others. </b><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of feeling sorry for ourselves that we haven’t accomplished what the other person has or reached the same level as them. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Let’s look to our own journey let’s look to what God has for each and every one do instead of looking to others and being envious of them. spend your time and energy cultivating your own dream or vision. At least I know that something I have to do on a continual basis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been waiting for spring. </span><span style="font-size: large;">slowly the days are getting longer. </span><span style="font-size: large;">the sun seems a little warmer. </span><span style="font-size: large;">most of the snow has melted. </span><span style="font-size: large;">the other morning i heard birds chirping outside my window.</span><span style="font-size: large;">everything is waiting. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>anticipating the beauty spring brings to us.</b></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So i was tagged in this post a while ago. like months and months ago. and as you can see im just now getting around to posting it. i was tagged by the lovley Hanne, do yourself a favor and check out her blog <a href="https://losingthebusyness.wordpress.com/">Losing the Busyness</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "noticia text" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">"I lay my whys before Your cross in worship kneeling, my mind beyond ALL hope, my heart beyond all feeling, and worshiping, and realizing that in knowing You I<i> </i>dont need a why. -</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Ruth bell Graham </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Actually it’s been quite the month, we had some unexpected things happen while on our trip. But God is good and no matter what life throws at us <b>HIS</b> <b>GRACE</b> <b>IS</b> <b>SUFFICIENT</b>!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve been journaling so much recently. This is the fastest book I’ve filled up in years lol <i>it’s been great!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Been listening to a lot of Michael W. Smith <b>his</b> <b>album</b> <b>Worship</b> <b>is</b> <b>amazinggg. </b>So please go listen to it rn. It’s okay I’ll wait...</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: large;">Why</span> <span style="font-size: large;">my</span> <span style="font-size: large;">soul</span> <span style="font-size: large;">are</span> <span style="font-size: large;">you</span> <span style="font-size: large;">downcast?</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Why</span> <span style="font-size: large;">so</span> <span style="font-size: large;">disturbed</span> <span style="font-size: large;">within</span> <span style="font-size: large;">me?</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">PUT</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">YOUR</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">hope</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">in</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">God! </span><span style="font-size: large;">For I</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh and I think I have an obsession with Polaroids SRLY go yet yo-self one! And start filling your wall up with cool memories xxx</span></div>
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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-12505127758297569042019-02-20T11:46:00.000-08:002019-02-20T11:46:37.481-08:00Things I’m learning to appreciate <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inside jokes with friends. <i>Eating</i> <i>fresh</i> <i>sourdough</i> <i>bread</i> <i>at</i> <i>11</i> <i>pm</i>. Being excited to see some of my favorite people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving the cold north and going somewhere warm. Taking a whole stack of books on vacation with me. Actually learning a song on my ukulele!!</span></div>
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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-37821686862765452019-02-13T16:32:00.004-08:002019-02-18T19:02:44.921-08:00D R E A M S <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dreams. They can be sweet and beautiful one moment and the next cause such deep pain. Maybe you’ve felt at times after so many painful experience of silently hoping just to have the very thing that your heart longs for become obsolete. You start to question the point of having dreams. They never come true in the end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Okay so whose ready for a photo dump? no srly i took about 1000 pictures. so i am putting only my absolute favorites on here. lolol</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">i was in Central America for two weeks in January with 4 of my cousins. we had an incredible time together. so much laughter and good times. guys i know I've said this before but.... </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">we literally bused everywhere. i got to see a new part of CA that i haven't explored before. there's this one city had this colonial Spanish feel to it! we went up into the mountains one day. i mean wayy up, searching for coffee. it was an incredible experience. pretty much everything about this trip was amazing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">in some ways it feels like a second home (other than the fact that my Spanish is terrible) everything is so familiar to me. the sights and sounds, all the different food that i crave like <b>coconut water.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We spent two days out by the beach snorkeling in the Caribbean. <i>SO incredibly beautiful. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hey lovelies, I know some of you may be wondering why I’ve dropped off the face of the earth. Yeah me too lolol. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But seriously if you follow me on Instagram you know that</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I’ve</b> <b>been</b> <b>in</b> <b>Central</b> <b>America</b> <b>for</b> <b>the</b> <b>past</b> <b>few</b> <b>weeks</b>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anddd my WiFi seriously sucks. So with that said I <i>really</i> wanted to do a quick update and just wanted to let you know that a lot has happened this month. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully when I’m in the states next week I’ll do a photo dump and give you more details as to what Janelle has been up too XD </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">ALSO I’m so greatfull that I’ve gotten to experience Central America like this, even though I’ve been coming here for most of my life (I have family that live down here) this has been a completely new adventure. And the Lord has been working in my life and heart ❤️ More of that later!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>So</b> <b>tell me how was your January? What unexpected things has God done in your life this month?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">am i comfortable in my box? i think not. i'm tired of my mundane. but when the times comes for me to break down the walls i suddenly find that i love the comfort and safety of normalcy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Am i really that afraid of newness, of the unknown?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">i feel alone, but when we have God we are never alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I say my faith is so small.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am strengthening you for <b>GREATER</b> <b>battles.</b></span></div>
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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-18816752742150106492018-12-30T16:30:00.006-08:002018-12-31T07:04:21.010-08:00December is over and so is 2018! Yikes <img alt="" height="555" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwYcuKuTZENOU42SXaGks0yBKW7zUJhKS3a1t3u6Jyzg6RVZRPrFTOYYDiBKXglM96UTN2uu4C-vf0EhVTtOiG5_vbnmacSKQzmPyrkJbp6E4eE5wYp4EW4kSe4GwMc8K42QqohIypXhr/" width="640" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">HAPPY NEW YEAR! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">for the past year i've posted 87 times! i really, really love blogging! <i>it inspires me and i truly feel comfortable sharing and being myself. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So like 2018 was a fantastic year. (I think my favorite so far) but I can’t wait to see what new memories 2019 will hold. Looking back it’s crazy to see all the change that has happened. <b>Dude life is crazy... </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I went to Africa. <b>AFRICA </b>Ugh I can’t even believe all of the crazy things we experienced. The stories I could tell lolol. But it was so good for me! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I took over our garden this year and planted everything myself. It was awesome. I can’t wait till spring! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All of the amazing memories I made this year with my fave people. (Sometimes I just scroll through my pictures and want to cry lol)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I GRADUATED!!!! </b>DID A POST ABOUT IT <a href="https://rozandnellie.blogspot.com/2018/06/i-graduated.html?m=1">HERE</a> I CAN’T EVEN EXPRESS HOW GREAT IS IS TO BE FINISHED WITH SCHOOL!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My baby sis was born this summer (that makes 7 of us) and she has stolen our hearts ♥️ </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>AND TOP OF THAT </b>i spent a weekend camping out on the beach with friends </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And there was so much more.. days. Summer. Laughter. Moments. Driving with the windows open. Blasting a good song. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>So I guess this post is saying that I’m really excited about 2019 </b>i read some of this past year’s blog post and realized that my style has changed. I’m much more lifestyle than I used to be. <b>It’s kind of crazy to see the change in my thoughts and perspective. </b>Though I’ll still be child at heart. Just ask any of my friends. Lolol <b>DREAMLAND IS STILL MY HOME. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> what I’m trying to say is that </b>my eyes have opened up and I’m seeing a bit more of what’s in what. <b>I’m finding out what 19 year old Janelle is and what she likes doing. </b>Its pretty cool, but a little scary at the same time. I had a lot of bad things in 2018 but a lot of beautiful things too. I’ve been learning to readjust my priorities a bit and LOVE THE LITTLE MOMENTS. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do we let fear control our lives? When my life is great, its easy to forget about it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and then fear. its that all to familiar gut wrenching feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. the one that no matter how hard you try and forget is still there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">loosing what I so carefully dreamed is terrifying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">in the desire to be free from fear I instead replace it with a false truth. you bury the dread, pain and panic. and its okay for a while, you may even forget about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">then what? do i start all over again? am i going to have to live with this fear forever?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">will i ever be able to stand up and say ENOUGH. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to, Oh how i want to.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i think I'm learning too. the fear is still there but i don't have to let it control me. </span></div>
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Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-70499413604550633302018-12-24T22:37:00.002-08:002018-12-27T09:05:29.931-08:00 CHRISTMAS HAPPENING + FEELS <img alt="" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaSj_d6wZM0JVXyEQGXWefx33lSG58KlsMoGpcqmC0XoBPmZRcDDGzD63fbmNqHpv5RfNt0zq504hyphenhyphenWJbGjOC5HO_bA08ykaPMiVuTFbzPrztqMdyI98VauFjuKMKePfdb8bRR8_qJg0L/" width="640" /><img alt="" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJTj0rPPta_RcuNxABN-wT8waACgTZGhgTaWo2_2WxROUXQ_b8QN0J1FltIRykAGkDtg-6TO21G-XfdukB7T0dAeufiubW87_D80YXRLywAPuGaRbPmG9vtP-k1z1ciFPDakY34dd9E_y/" width="480" /><img alt="" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CGVHed273fuva-mzmVtECVZT17aqK2Ieph0ExUOZrqXD3j58fWkpMoWdPTGqTStKvD4OQZupqf2riHPfnndXodIO_j6w7szgJR11rmZgJaCjas7By2_6kBWnqifhfgEKvlof4msFjRyD/" width="640" /><img alt="" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQop9e0TgtGsciJFAnOOPXV7O4fO4UhcbjR0k-1P6WTvxcBW02QIHv11Xd5EyaGNNuu5h9kg01iK34Fh_1IxCkYDi4ndm_obkVbQ1_dCg-vV8HLIkfV1iprim_Tu2Z0G9QlFX8Qfsa0tC/" width="480" /><img alt="" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAj2ZRxclnWCEu96z4XWTGb1BPmKwucnYYDyUdLzKOLWgCLbFMYQ5-ASsdy3eV_P8_ZJ1Ae03sfiJlgWrbmo6BW91o7EpmQJ_eZTdQcoO8Whb4dt-DDvwuUy98JfK97J07o5guv66f44XI/" width="640" /><img alt="" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVRPs79y3fsGt_T9jAtKzsWGZK10c8Dk8FoqqSnePhC07H9KvPNoBdajwsCD7nTMhrhRg9d-Q7Qe1N3-WugRleev_KpJdckkn99UwpxpTU5x8Tp0ORUWcSCbGuO-gjGujezMReYOzSO65/" width="480" /><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas folks!!</span></b><br /><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ahh the day we celebrate Jesus, Family and, just the joy of being able to do life with the people we love best. The snow that falls lazily down. Capturing moments. Wrapping the gifts. Seeing the look on little siblings faces as they open their presents. My new record player it’s <i>amazingggggg</i>. ^^ new books. Christmas morning playlist. Fresh coffee in the morning. Baking all the yummy goodness. The house filling up with family. Laughter. </span><br /><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’d like to leave you with the thought I had after watching It’s a Wonderful Life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No man is truly poor as long as he has friends.”</span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’m off to go stuff myself with delicious food *cough*<b> but basically I just wanted to say MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!</b></span><br /><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">What are you doing for Christmas// fave Christmas song// Christmas Memory??</span></b>Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-882767715094884562018-12-23T21:32:00.002-08:002018-12-24T10:06:36.140-08:0012 DOC || Till the Dawn Breaks|| part two<p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2z1iGimpCrFzpzbmSP-lfVThgKsuXXrAc-iesyA9ZbBuNgVUo4PwjEXCwdJq96IBlcloqf1459NuaRzo0b-LGxE_nlC7c4QEvSGSq7P8F1Lemhuy5-gbXxiRYZL_Fyj7JMFLN8fVy-Ok/" alt=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRxeWrjvmMrtxSKJu_jc27EaKkKP2Z6cDMKtq4T-l6II_mP6Kt1VQBGm_kzwuldDaqdwSl-LwSv372ptQQ4U44KohwNqqnpYaMEAjvgIYuBqm1EucDOvDu4JMNagvwnjaUJy1lLU1XCjE/" alt="">
</p><p><b>Guyssss I’m so sorry this post is late. But without further ado here is the conclusion to Till The Dawn Breaks </b></p><p>The war was over. The words echoed in Evelyn’s head. Did she even dare to hope that the papers were right? After all the thousands of men whose blood was shed, the letters to mothers and wives who would never see their loved ones again. After all the days, months, years spent waiting for the news dreading and yet, impatient to see what it said. After every day, week and month had been of one thought only. Will the people I love die today? And now they said it was over.
</p><p>“I-I have to tell mother.” She stuttered. All around her there were shouts and cheers. “hurray for the Allies. I knew we could beat the Kiser. Trust our boys to put up a fight!”
</p><p> Blindly Evelyn made her way home Oblivious to the cold.
</p><p>Her mother was in the kitchen when she arrived. The smell of freshly baked bread waifed through the door as she came in. “Mother, the war is over.” She said hardly believing the words she was speaking.
</p><p>“What” Susan looked up an incredulous expression written on her face.”
</p><p>In a few short words Evelyn had recounted her experience at the General Store.
</p><p>“I can hardly believe it.” Tears streamed down her mother’s face. “My boys are coming home.” She whispered. “Thank you Lord!” She clasped Evelyn in a tight embrace and the two women cried tears of pure joy.
</p><p>“Oh” cried Evelyn “it was worth living four long weary years for this one moment. Mother let’s run up the flag!”
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</p><p>I wonder wrote Evelyn in her journal later that night after all the joy and celebration had calmed down. If life will seem dull and monotonous after this. We have had a terrible four years of being fed horror and, fear, terrible setbacks and amazing victories. I think it will be the most splendid thing to live a uninteresting life and to not dread the coming of the mail every day.
</p><p>We have won the victory but, oh what a price we have paid.
</p><p>I overheard father telling some client of His that we have a duty to remember all the brave men that have sacrificed their lives for freedom. I know I shall never forget.
</p><p>But it is over. At last!
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</p><p>Carl Miller came home just after Thanksgiving. Glenwood meet them with brass banners and a crowd of cheering towns people. Carl was beaming in spit of his wooded leg and Mary looked like she would never let him out of her sight again. Their engagement was announced a few days later. Carl was going to run the general store with Mary’s father. “This wasn’t how I planned on living my life” he ran a hand through his blond hair. “But after this war I’m just glad that I get to live a peaceful life.”
</p><p>A few weeks later Evelyn’s dark haired, serious brother David came home. Only Evelyn, her family and a few friends were there to greet him as he stepped off the train.
</p><p>It was wonderful to have him home again. Having one more person to fill the empty seats at the table. They all anticipated the day when no chair would be left empty.
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</p><p>“We’ve had a couple of rough years but I suppose when it comes down to it we’re the better for it.” Mary commented. She was curled up in a large chair in the Grants living room knitting a new pair of gloves for Carl. For as long as she knew Mary, Evelyn had never seen her sit idly. Whatever project or problem needed tackling you could be sure that Mary was running or at least freely giving her opinion as to how things should be done.
</p><p>Evelyn smiled. Mary really was a brick. Not many people could have gone what she went through and still have a positive perspective of life.
</p><p>“I know I wouldn’t want to go back to the girl I was before the war, I was so frivolous and foolish.”
</p><p>“And these years of war have molded you into a strong woman.” Mary deftly tied her last knot. “There, I’ve finished.” She sighed. “ Honestly Evelyn I must confess that I detest knitting with every fiber of my being.”
</p><p>Surprised Evelyn looked up from her own knitting. “Really, why Mary I never would have guessed.”
</p><p>“Why should you have? I’ve never complained about It. That doesn’t change anything.”
</p><p>Evelyn sat back in her own chair. “Mary you’re a dear!”
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</p><p>It had been a long and tiring day. Evelyn had been up since well before the sun rose preparing the house for the arrival of her brothers and sisters.
</p><p>Elsie would be coming home from Nursing School the next day. No one knew if Walter would make it home for Christmas but they were all trying to be optimistic. He had phoned them from New York City and told them that the train stations were filled with soldiers all trying to get home for Christmas. Sara and Charles were coming over from the Harbor. Evelyn’s mother walked around with a joy and smile that Evelyn hadn’t seen in years. it looked like all the family would be gathered together for Christmas.
</p><p> Together again. At last.
</p><p>And yet there was no word from Jack. Not a letter or telegraph or even a phone call. She had found out from his mother that he was back in the States. But he had not even bothered to tell her. Maybe he didn’t care for her anymore. Their few spoken words of promise had been so long ago. So many things had happed since then.
</p><p> Yes that was it. She had to somehow move past her feeling. Father had mentioned that Glenwood needed a teacher for the fall. Perhaps she should consider that job. Not that she particularly liked teaching but, she had to do something.
</p><p>A nock sounded at the door. Setting down the basket of sheets Evelyn hurried to answer it. Maybe it was one of her siblings home a day early.
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</p><p>A man stood on the door steps. His military uniform was old, faded and had been patched many times. There was a scar on his right temple that had not been there before and a few strands of gray hair were sprinkled into his dark head.
</p><p>Jack” Evelyn gasped. Of course it was Jack but he looked so much older and oh so very worn.
</p><p>This couldn’t be the sweetheart she had sent off to war. He was so much changed, and that scar, the lines about his eyes. Her thoughts whirled
</p><p>Then he spoke his voice choked with emotion.
</p><p> “Evelyn, my Evelyn.” In a moment she was in His arms. Tears of joy and happiness streamed down her face.
</p><p>He was not the same man standing before her, but the she wasn’t the same girl. They had both been changed by the war. But maybe that was okay.
</p><p>He was here. Home. Safe.
</p><p>“Look Jack” she whispered. “It’s snowing.”
</p><p>And it was, lovely large snowflakes were lazily falling down around them.
</p><p>Jack’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist,
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<p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Often when people tell war stories the main characters ultimately accomplish some huge and seemingly unattainable goal. But sometimes I think that one of the hardest things a person can do is simply live their life, although every.Single. Thing about has changed. Perhaps the greatest and most rewarding stories are not The most thrilling or adventurous, but maybe it’s about the unbearable hardships of the monotonous and fearful lives the people at home glad. Waiting for death hoping for life.</span></b><br><br>
<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you guys enjoy this story :)</span><br><br>
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<span style="font-size: large;">November had come again. The long snowy days that stretched one after another seeming to never end. At least that’s what 19 year old Evelyn Grant thought to herself as she opened the door of her home and stepped out into a white wonderland. </span><br><br>
<span style="font-size: large;"> The cold air rushed over her, pulling the gray woolen scarf tighter around her face she began walking down the snow packed road.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will this dreadful winter ever end? She thought to herself. The wind was coming off the harbor in icy sheets that cut through the layers of clothing and chilled a body to the bone.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> “Blast this ice.” She muttered under her breath almost falling on a slippery patch of road. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was tired of the pain, tired of wondering and waiting. always waiting. tired of being alone. Tired of holding back three years worth of tears for the sake of being strong.Tired of feeling helpless. What was the use of knitting socks and tearing up sheets for bandages when she could be out at the front helping the war effort.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was what she had told her father Adam Grant three years ago. She was almost 17 after all. She had pleaded with him to let her go but her father had shook his head.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> “ no my dear, your mother can’t have one more child to lie awake at night and worry about. Two boys at the front, Elsie away at nursing school and, Sarah married and living so far away. No stay home and be a comfort to your mother through these trying days.” So that what Evelyn had done, all because she was the baby of the family. She had stayed and watched her two brothers leave perhaps never to be seen again. She had stayed home while her older sister Elsie went over England to care for her wounded fiancée. and when Sara who had Been happily married only a few months before the war began, was given word that her Husband had died in battle of Vimy on the Ridge. She and little Charles Jr had come to say in Glenwood Harbor with her family.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They welcomed her with open arms. Evelyn felt even more helpless after that. Sara had taken over most of her work leaving only a small amount of chores to occupy the long days. Of course there where social outings to go to and plan but the crowd was so much smaller then of years before. Most of the boys had left and many girls were often to busy volunteering for the war effort to spend their time on frivolous activities.<br>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At first Evelyn spent most of her days moping around the house and writing letter to her brothers. The gradually she found her place, one night she had been invited to A Red Cross meeting and though knitting stockings was the very thing she despised doing she gritted her teeth and dove into it with a grim satisfaction. Besides it was nice to get out and see some other girls for once, she reasons with herself. Even though all they did was talk about their sweethearts and fiancés fighting in the war. Although she outwardly scoffed at those conversations Deep in her heart she understood their need to express their fears and emotions. Hadn’t she promised handsome dark haired Jackson Blake the night before he left for training she wouldn’t marry another man till he returned.<br>
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He had kissed her there under the willow by the spring. It was her first kiss and for a week she went around with a secret smile on her lips. She slept with his love letters under her pillow every night and awaited each mail delivery with hopeful anticipation. She had lived these emotions for three years. Hopelessness and yet hope.<br>
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“How much more am I supposed to be able to bare”. She whispered, Her breath leaving a cloud of white in the air.<br>
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She was tired of being afraid every morning that this would be the day that news would come of Lieutenant Jackson Blake death and shatter the dreams she held so dear to her heart. Jack who always knew how to make her laugh, who understood her better than she did herself. It was utterly impossible to even consider that he would not be with her and yet, she awoke every morning with one thought in the front of her mind. Is Jack still alive? Please God let him be.<br>
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What was it that mother had said the other day when we heard of yet another tragedy. She had looked at Evelyn and Sara with such sad, courageous eyes and said.<br>
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“My dear girls let us not forget that there is a God who knows and is much wiser than any man could ever be. So when news like this comes remember the He will give you courage to keep the Faith. Never forget that we must keep the Faith.”<br>
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If only it was that easy. Evelyn though. If only I was strong like mother and Sara. But no I will be strong. Things have to change sometime. They must. I will just be like mother encouraged and keep the Faith.<br>
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Her thoughts rambled on in such a fashion as she made her way up the step of the Glenwood Harbor General store.<br>
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She was greeted or, more like assaulted by a blue eyed girl who pounced on her the moment she walked through the door.<br>
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“My goodness Evelyn you’re just the person I’ve been meaning to call on. I’ve been wanting to fly down to see you folks but the store has been so busy these last few days. What with everyone buying Christmas presents to send over for their boys.” Pushing back a strand of her golden hair from her face she continued. “isn’t this just the greatest of luck, You’ve certainly saved me a miserable walk down to your place.”<br>
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Although Mary Stewart was 3 years older than Evelyn she was one of her closest friends. Evelyn’s sister Elsie and Mary had been chums, both being the same age and a mischievous spark in them they soon became inseparable. When Elsie left for college Mary had picked up being Evelyn’s older sister for Elsie. Often She could be overbearing and annoying with her know it all attitude and at times Evelyn had cried bitter and angry tears over Her stinging rebukes, but Mary was to her as part of her life and family, as any of her other siblings. No one if asked would have called Mary pretty, her face was to narrow, her nose to pointy (all the Stewarts had noses like that you know) and that weird way the one side of her mouth curved into a wry smile was quite strange. But her eyes, if ever there were beautiful eyes Mary Stewart had them. They were the strangest eyes, seeming to change color like the wind, sometimes they were a sliver blue, other days they were a winter gray. She was the type of person that once met was never forgotten.<br>
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Mary was a part of Glenwood Harbor as anyone ever could be. She had lived in the town all her life, her father owned the general store. Consequently she always new the latest gossip and news. Mary’s mother had died only a few years after she was born and for a good many years of her life Mary had been free to roam wherever she please often finding herself in dreadful scrapes. Well meaning women of the Village had tried to train this wild tomboy of a girl but to no avail. She spoke her mind with gusto and when she set her mind to do something heaven and earth could not change her opinion. Towns people gave up on her ever becoming a proper woman but slowly as Mary grew the wild, reckless girl was replaced with a confident and opinionated woman. She even had a fiancé, Carl Edwards a rather short fellow with a friendly face. But according to Mary there was no one else in the world half as good as her Carl.<br>
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Undeterred by Mary’s stream of chatter Evelyn nearly smiled and pulled off her gloves.<br>
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“Well then I’m glad I saved you the trip. It was cold and my hands are about frozen stiff.”<br>
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“You know I do believe its going to snow again.” Mary lamented gazing out the window.<br>
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Clear across Mary’s dismal voice cut the telephone ring. Mary’s father answered it.<br>
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“Yes- what, what? Is it true- is it official? Thank you! Yes goodbye.”<br>
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He turned and faced the few shoppers who were all staring at him wondering what that was all about.<br>
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Mary as always was the first to speak. “What was that all about Father?”<br>
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He looked at her a strange expression on his worn face. “That my dear was a call from the newspaper. It seems as though Germany and Austria are suing for peace. It seems that The Great War is over.”<br>
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<b>Part two on Monday! </b><br><br>
<b>How are the last few days before Christmas going? Any last minute shoppers out there?!?</b></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of my New Years resolutions for last year was to READ 100 BOOKS, not just novels but some real informing and educating Books. Ones that would push me to think and become grounded in my Faith. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So.... I thought I would share some of those books with you guys. I know often it can be hard to find interesting books (or there are WAY to many books that you already want to read) I know I’ve felt like both of these before. BUT SRSLY books make the best Christmas Gifts for sure. So here they are in no particular order. (Also I know this isn’t a very Christmas-y post but I’m always on the hunt for good books to give as gift.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I </span><span style="font-size: large;">apologize in advance for the long ramble im about to go on. </span><span style="font-size: large;">cause guyss books are my jammm.</span><br />
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<li><b style="font-weight: bold;">Hidden Places</b><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b>By Lynn Austin is probably my favorite book she has written.. ughhh I’ve read this book at least 4 times (so much love) I honestly couldn’t put it down. This is a great book!!!!!!!!!!!! In a way that only Lynn Austin can, she waves a story full of secrets and hidden pasts, alternating between the past and the present<b>.</b></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The novel begins in 1931 when Eliza, a young widow is in desperate need of money and help to save her orchard. A homeless man, Gabe shows up injured and helps her in more ways than one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Complete with an Aunt Batty,/Betsy, this novel is full of bits of humor and sorrow. I love how Lynn Austin gives an insight to Betsy, Eliza and Matthew by going back into their pasts.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The writing style is similar to All She Ever Wanted, which is another great book by Lynn Austin that I highly recommend!!!</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Story Girl</b> By L.M.Montgomery.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You thought you could get away without me SHOUTING AT YOU TO BUY AT LEAST ONE OF L.M.MONTGOMERY'S BOOKS BUT YOU THOUGHT WRONG. okay if you've ever watched the show Road to Avonlea when you were a kid THIS is the book the show was based on. This book will take you back to the years of yesterday.</span><img alt="" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtBBlk4X_P-IMAeDjQamp-4LTKwTV07Fq4JeknXcJxB5dsHQf45eVjwFIEHYf5va7fu-hYYHtemMFclhxPIrmBzOF74fUdUPuKJWArxmu08DTtH7DlWorn9aa1rpHfQSZQfKpIcLE_myC/" width="640" /><br />
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<li><b>Day of War</b> by Cliff Graham</li>
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Cliff Graham vividly brings an Old Testament story to life with his first book of the "Lion of War" series. "Day of War" is a fantastic historical fiction revolving around some of the most incredible characters in ancient history. Graham directly attacks today's seemingly ubiquitous misconceptions about Bible stories. Many people would be surprised to find graphic, epic battles, murderous and corrupt villains, passionate love, and tragically flawed protagonists--all elements of great stories--in Biblical text. However, Graham reminds us of the adventure to be found in the Scripture, perhaps never more evident than in the stories of David and his warriors. (This is a great book that might be perfect for the brother who enjoys a good book now and then)<br />
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<li><b>Uninvited</b> By Lysa TerKeurst </li>
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Lysa’s heart, oh my gosh, so precious and so sincere. It shines through in her writing. The first time I read this book I was in a season where I was feeling pretty good, yet still found so much joy in reading it. The second time I went back to this book I was in a place of really needing it. It’s for the rejected, the ones not wanted, the uninvited. During a time I was feeling really rejected, this book brought so much needed truth to my life. Any come on seriously, we have all felt like this at one point or another, no matter how big or how small. Please read it and let God come in and work on your heart.<br />
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<li><b>The Hobbit </b>by J.R.R.Tollien </li>
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Tolkien's Hobbit takes the imagination on a wonderful flight of fantasy. I read this book on a yearly basis and each year I am delighted and captivated by the world of Bilbo Baggins. Bilbo is a reluctant member of an adventure that will forever change his life and the lives of those around him. He accompanies 13 dwarves on a mission to reclaim the gold and mountain kingdom of their ancestors from the dragon, Smaug. They have many adventures and mishaps on their journey to the lonely mountain including the climactic battle of five armies. Bilbo finds a magic ring along the way which leads, not only to a rise in his stature, but also to a new adventure for his friends in "The Lord of the Rings." Tolkien is a master storyteller and the depth of his skill is best seen in this tale. In the following trilogy, "The Lord of the Rings" the story is continued, but the sheer delight of "The Hobbit" is never fully recaptured.<br />
This next one is mostly for the die hard history fans. I’ve always had a fascination for history just ask anyone in my family lolol<br />
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<li><b>The Real Lincoln </b>by Thomas J. DiLorenzo</li>
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Ahhh this book will make you think! It’s a brilliant view of the Civil War and a completely different point. Also let’s just get it out there that anyone who has studied the Civil War knows that it really wasn’t about slaves but states rights. If you want a book that will make you take a second look at what <i>really </i>went on during the War read this.<br />
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<b>Have you read any of these books? If so what did you think of them? Also guysss it’s almost CHRISTMAS!!!!! *<i>flails hands wildly* </i></b>Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-70811150874043768942018-12-16T20:32:00.002-08:002018-12-17T04:40:40.710-08:0012 Days of Christmas || The Prescott Family Dinner|| part two <img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtYzPlmbxqB0NnGEc9ZQlrOI2DJBibKTqsP78gW95P1RcZ1CBJ-fx5wXasfUjivH6rFKKqT6uG43_2w7BQexobthFVU35-SZBC80d4ftMJzCxoioSCUlJBQQidXwoL8wT4fKHU2vEQCWY/" /><br />
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She rushed to the kitchen in a panic. without bothering to put an apron she open the stove and peered anxiously in. Everything appeared to be fine but, than what was making that awful smell? She couldn’t have her house smelling like burnt food. Not when everyone was arriving.
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Upon further investigation she found the source of the smell. Down in one of the corners of the oven was a shriveled piece of bread nearly black and smoking terribly. Cecelia suddenly remembered that she had put it there earlier that morning planning on only warming it up for a few minutes but, in the craziness of her morning she had completely forgotten about it. Quickly grabbing it out of the oven she open the window and toss the bread out.
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Just in time. There was a knock at the front door, smoothing her hair she hurried up to greet her first guests. The house has begun to fill with Family from near and far, the sound of laughter and peoples voices rang cheerily throughout the house. Pies, cakes and all sorts of delicious treats filled the table as aunts and, cousins brought their most prized recipes. Soon the announcement was made that lunch was ready to be served. Somehow they were able to crowd around the table, Andrew gave a beautiful prayer that would have made uncle Richard ( the clans only minister) proud. Then the eating begin. Cecelia watched in delight as people exclaimed over how delightful and delicious the food was. Even Aunt Grace who was an exceptional cook and consequently quite picky with her meal preferences declared that Cecilia’s cranberry sauce with some of the best she had ever eaten. Afterwords the family lingered around the table partially because they were too full to leave and partially because it really was a comfortable dining room. Instead of sitting and catching up with her family Cecelia began to clear away the empty dishes and proceeded to stack them in the kitchen. Then she brought out the desserts and served them to her already full guests.
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Later after eating all the delicious food they could Cecelia sister Sara began to play the old and cherished hymns of Christmas. Others joined in and soon the whole family stood around the piano lustily singing out the beautiful verses of old.. God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing be dismayed. Remember Christ the Savior was born on Christmas Day.
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That is all of the family except Cecelia. She was busily trying to clean out the stain from one of her linen napkins. The hours flew by and one by one the relatives left calling out merry Christmas goodbyes.
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Then they were gone.
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Dismally Cecelia looked about her house. Was it only a couple hours ago that it was in pristine condition? Somehow she didn’t feel quite as satisfied and happy as she should have. Everything had gone perfectly. No one had argued or spoke of unpleasant things. They why did she feel so empty?
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Suddenly a tear trickled down her face.
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Noticing her tears Andrew took her hands and his warm strong ones. “What’s the matter my dear?” His blue eyes searched her face. “ The dinner went splendid, I sure I haven’t eaten that much in goodness knows when.”
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Cecelia sighed and set down the dish she was drying.
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“Oh I don’t know what it is” she said glumly. “ I know everything was perfect, and lovely and wonderful. And its selfish of me to feel this way but I only wish that I wouldn’t have put all my effort into everything but the people around me. I spent so much time trying to make everything perfect that I missed out on spending time with the people that I love. And I just realized this very instant that all these weeks I spent planning and, decorating don’t matter half as much as taking time and being present. She wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed again. “It really was a beautiful day though, wasn’t it Andrew.”
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Andrew looked lovingly down at his wife “yes it certainly was, and still is. Look here Cecilia, grab your coat and mittens and let’s go on an evening ramble.”
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A few minuets later they stepped outside into a world of majestic beauty. The snow was gently falling from the sky. The lights from the village in the valley flickered like hundreds of candles filling the world around them.
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The echoes of Christmas Carolers and laughter faintly drifted in the air.
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The couple stood hand in hand each silently taking in the splendor before there eyes. The disappointment Cecilia had felt a few minuets ago vanished away. She breathed in the clear, fresh winter air and whispered softly.
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“Oh Andrew listen, hear the Church bells Chime.”
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And all over the beautiful town came the grand old message of peace on earth and, good will to men.
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THE END
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<br />Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-67917728299550283272018-12-14T04:35:00.001-08:002018-12-14T05:42:58.587-08:0012 Days of Christmas THE PRESCOTTS FAMILY DINNER || Part One ||Yayyyy you guys I’m so excited for the first day of 12 Days of Christmas :) shout out to Faith <a href="http://fireflysstoryspace.blogspot.com/?m=1">Stories by Firefly</a> (Also Check out the other lovely blogs who are part of 12DOC on Her blog )<br />
Also I’m super stoked to share with y’all my first story I’ve ever posted onRamblings of a bookworm! *cue drumroll *<br />
<b>Christmas isn’t a season, it’s a feeling- Edna Ferber
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Cecelia Wilson wasn’t sure whether to be excited or overwhelmed at the prospect of hosting this year’s Christmas dinner at her home. First of all the Prescott side of the family was frightfully loud and her own home, nestled between a cluster of evergreens was really far too small to Accommodate them all comfortably . Although it was perfect for her and Andrew.
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They had only been married 6 months but already Cecilia couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. The small house was the oldest standing building in Rosewood. The old fashioned furniture spoke for that. From the west window of the study the blue, gray waves could be seen smashing onto the Harbor Cliffs. In the summer the tang of the ocean hung in the air. It was a little out of the way, most people would have hated living three miles from a neighbor and even farther from town but, to Cecilia it was Her and Andrews own little sanctuary. A place that was all theirs.
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“I Suppose” she mussed herself. “if I move the Settee too the corner of the living room and open the doors to the dining room like so, we could fit everybody at the table. Except the children of course, they’ll have to sit at the kitchen table.”
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The first problem solved she moved onto the next one. Where to place everyone, who should sit by whom, And such. There were about 30 Prescott in a little town of Rosewood and of course they would all be there. For as long as I look every member Christmas has been filled with aunts and uncles and cousins all cramming into a relatives house, and celebrating the day together in one loud and happy ordeal. But one had to be so careful when sitting family members even down for the meal. For instance say aunt Kathy and cousin Mary were seated by side each other. It was to be expected that within a couple minutes one or the other would be telling a story of how so-and-so died By falling into a pond in winter, or some other dreadful tail. This was no way to begin a Christmas meal no indeed. And then there was uncle William and father. Where is there even one thing they could talk about without arguing and causing a scene? And politics Cecelia shudder, was the absolute worst. Because then it was it just father and uncle William. It was every uncle, cousin, and anyone who had even a small opinion of the matter trying to as Andrew has said once “put there oar in.”
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Well” Cecilia turn away with determination, “I had best get to it.”
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Christmas morning came bright, fine, and cold. Cecilia had been up since daybreak cleaning and decorating at a furious rate. By 11 o’clock everything was nearly finished. the cranberry sauce was bubbling on the back of the stove, the turkey Mr. Miltons largest, was sizzling in the oven. The shelf in the pantry held two apple pie‘s upon which Cecelia had steak for culinary reputation.
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Glancing out the East kitchen window she saw Andrew trudging through the drifts of snow towards the barn . “I do hope he’s about finished with his chores, our guests should be arriving in about an hour and I would really like to open our own presents together.”
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As she waited for him to come in she prepared herself for the day ahead of her. Cecilia wasn’t what people typically called beautiful, or even pretty. But there was a certain grace and poise that she carried herself with that made others around her stop and notice the small, slim girl with the strange green eyes. Personally all Cecilia saw when she looked at herself in the mirror was a thin girl with 8 freckles across her nose. It never revealed to her how her eyes crinkled when she laughed or, the vibrant way her face lit up when she spoke. after a couple minutes of scrutinizing between her dresses she finally chose a red striped knit gown with A row of elegant black buttons down the back. A simple gold necklace that Andrew had given to her for her birthday was fastened at her neck. Next she turned to her hair, golden honey brown shade. she twisted it up into a style she had recently seen in a magazine. Satisfied with her appearance she went back out to the kitchen to check the lunch. a few minutes later Andrew came in.they had just enough time to exchange gifts and have a few moments to themselves before the guest began to arrive.
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Oh my I hope I’m ready for this. Cecelia murmured biting her lip. Uncle Henry and cousin Mary were pulling up in the carriage. Everything is going to be fine.she reassured herself. Then She sniffed, and sniffed again. A sinking feeling filled her stomach. something was burning.
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<b>Part two on Monday </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I haven’t done a life update in quite a while, I’ve been pretty busy with life. so here a few things ive been up to the past few weeks </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>1)</b> I’ve been super busy with work. It’s crazy how you look at your week and think there’s not much planed.. but then suddenly its like okay awesome! i actually have time to take a shower!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2</b>) um Christmas shopping 🙈 dude I’ve hardly started lolol I guess I’ll probably be one of those desperate last minuet shoppers. But srly I’ve been trying to make it a priority to focus this month especially on the birth of Jesus and what that really means for us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>3</b>) we had our first <i>real </i>cold weather. The other day it was -3 when I got up. Okay bye now I’m moving somewhere warmer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4</b>) I’ve been drinking wayyyyy to many Starbucks Christmas coffees. Please send help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>5)</b> I saw the sunrise last week andddd I seriously was so inspired to wake up early every morning.... until my alarm went off at 6:00 the next morning. I was much less inspired at that moment. lolol </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>6) </b>Iv'e Been binge reading (is that a thing) the Anne of Green Gables and Emily of New Moon Books. and I'm pretty sure that they ARE THE GREATEST BOOKS OF ALL TIMES. sorry for shouting but srly so luch love for L.M.Montgomery </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>7) </b> Trying to cuddle with the baby sis before she gets any bigger. why do they have to grow up so fast!?!?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>8)</b> let the Christmas movie binge watching begin. and by Christmas binge movie watching, I mean watching all my regular shows that I've been to busy to see. XD I'm not a huge Christmas movie fan but I am a sucker for the classics. </span></div>
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<br />Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106381111224707701.post-51541192136335124272018-12-06T01:30:00.000-08:002018-12-06T05:06:21.791-08:00Behold || Blog Tour|| <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hey guys, I'm so excited to share with you this beautiful little collection of short Christmas stories written by the lovely Faith Potts. As Christmas approaches i think its good to be reminded of the REAL reason we celebrate this holiday & I love how Faith centers her stories around this fact.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A collection of short stories honoring the birth of our Savior. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> From two siblings caught up in the harrowing days of World War Two, tow separated foster children in the US...</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">From a memorable road trip across the Southeast, to the reunion of a war torn family....</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> You'll be swept up into the Christmas Spirit with the endearing stories tucked inside these pages. The story lines range from family to romance to the bond of community, with setting scattered across America and beyond. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Behold the beauty of the Savior's birth with the gathering of stories that warm the soul and bless the heart.</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">Here is the link to buy this book, which would BTW make a awesome Christmas gift! <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KWHCNVC?pf_rd_p=c2945051-950f-485c-b4df-15aac5223b10&pf_rd_r=KCEP26K0YRRPZ8P2EJG5">Amazon Kindle</a> <span id="goog_1848306801"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1848306802"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Saved by God's grace, Faith Potts is a teenage writer and Home school graduate. living with her family and beloved labs in the North Carolina mountains. When she's not weaving stories, consuming large amounts of coffee, reading stacks of books, or studding American Sigh Language, she can be found laughing harder than is healthy, daydreaming and -of course- blowing dandelions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Family.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How much does that word mean to you? What do you think of when you hear it? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I think of so many memories that if I would try and write them down it would literally take pages and pages. And I realize that in being able to do that just how blessed I am. Blessed to have cousins and aunts to go Black Friday shopping with at 3 in the morning. Catching up with family I haven’t seen in a long time. Legit loving the people around you so much that no words can discribe how you feel. Knowing that <b>this is your family and you belong. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Family is such a sacred and amazing thing that we should never take for granted what an important role they play in your life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Heyyyy all. I miss you.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I’m driving home today (as I write this) from one of my <i>many</i> cousins weddings & I’ve just been thinking about how amazing it is to be surrounded by people you love celebrating a beautiful event. We had so much fun simply talking and laughing together. Seeing cousins and fam I hadn’t seen in months. Oh and I PRACTICALLY DRANK COFFEE ALLL WEEKEND so there’s that too. It was so renewing to have late night laughter and conversations and just get caught up on each others lives. ALSO I HAD BUBBLE TEA FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. (btw it was delicious) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I came away with a full heart and a joyful spirit. And so thankful for the memories I’ve made.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the past few years I’ve become a lot more particular with the Romance books I read. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing I like better than sitting down and reading a good novel. (although they seem harder and harder to find)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s been hard finding authors that don’t over romanticize these stories though. i mean like really hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What draws me to A book and captivate my soul is the rawness. The anguish. The utter desolation of hope. The sorrow of losing someone you deeply love. I could never imagine going through one of these, but all of them within a couple of years. I get that theses aren't pleasant things but it is real. there's not always a happy ending. The couple doesn't always get to ride off onto the sunset together. Its just not like that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">War is not beautiful. It’s not romantic. It’s often, blood, pain, tears. Mothers waiting at home waiting for sons and husbands never to come home. Sweethearts knowing that they’ll somehow have to reconstruct their life without the one that made their life sparkle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obviously I know nothing of war. But come on, the guys don’t always come home. The ending for most isn’t perfect. <b>ALSO WHY ARE THERE WAY MORE WW2 BOOKS THAN WW1.</b>. I can’t even.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">okay so now that im done ranting talking lets get down to the three cliches. </span></div>
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<b>1) the Hero</b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is generally the guy (not always tho) but it doesn’t matter. Also why is everyone a pilot?!? It’s not like there was any other jobs in the military. Often in a lot of books every single chapter builds up to one pivotal seen, and almost every single time you can guess the ending. There is no surprises. Everything is alway the same. This is just my personal opinion but wouldn’t it be so much more interesting if the main characters weren’t always the same. </span><br />
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<b>2)<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: large;">does everything ALWAYS have to turn out perfectly ?!?! lolol Don’t get me wrong. I hate when someones significant other gets killed. but War is not beautiful. It’s not romantic. It’s blood, pain, tears. Mothers waiting at home waiting for sons and husbands never to come home. Sweethearts knowing that they’ll somehow have to reconstruct their life without the one that made their life sparkle. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Obviously I know nothing of war. But come on, the guys don’t always come home. </span><br />
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<b>3<span style="font-size: large;">) </span></b><span style="font-size: large;">Life does not go on as usual. You can’t just pick up where you left off. You can’t have gone off to the war without becoming a different person. There is no way that someone who has seen the level of bloodshed as a soldier on the front would have experienced could walk away from something like that with no emotional baggage.. yeah I don’t think so. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to try and fit back into society when your entire self has changed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While it’s true that I do like sad books a lot, it doesn’t mean that i always want the main characters to die, although I have seen some books that have soon it well.Everyone is going to like different books and authors. <b>Although I do like a happy ending just as much as the rest of you. My point is that, that’s not always how life is. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Would I loveeee every single book on your shelf? Probably not. And same goes for my books. I love how two people who read the same book can come away with a completely different opinion. Because how boring would it be if we all liked and disliked the same people. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for reading :) </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">So what do you think? Do any of these cliches drive you crazy? Or have you seen any examples of these cliches that you enjoy?</span></b>Janelle Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618642150752882437noreply@blogger.com10