The unfolding of your words gives light; it imparts understanding to the simple.
The unfolding of your words gives light; it imparts understanding to the simple.
So I was…tagged 😱 by Kellyn Roth to do this award, so thanks for thinking about my rather neglected blog. I thought this might be a good way to get back into the groove of things,
so I guess you could say that I’m back.
When did you start blogging? Why?
I started blogging in December of 2012. Technically, I had just become old enough to start my own blog, and I’d been planning it since September of that year. I don’t really know why I started a blog, but my mother suggested it, so I ran with it!
What were/are your original blogging goals?
All I wanted to do was post stories. That dream has started to fade a bit now, but hopefully, installments will once again be this blog’s dominant content.
Are you a fan of potato chips?
The word fan doesn’t cut it. I am a potato chip lover. A large bowl of crumbs is likely to be found sitting next to my computer.
Do you enjoy singing? Are you a good singer (by your own estimate)?
Do I enjoy singing? Yes. Am I good singer? Nope.
Do you ever sew? Knit? Crochet? Enjoy any of those activities?
I used to sew, knit, and crochet all the time, crocheting being my favorite one out of the three. I haven’t done it quite as much as I used to in the past year or so, but I still enjoy them.
Does it snow a lot where you live? Do you enjoy it?
I wouldn’t say that it snows a lot, but generally, we get at least one or two good snowfalls a year. When I was younger, I loved playing in the snow, but now that I’m firmly into my teens, I guess I feel like I’m a little too old for it now. I do, however, still enjoy watching snow fall down.
Does your laptop run out of batteries easily?
If you could time travel, where would you go?
The future. Definitely the future.
What’s the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Hit the snooze button on my alarm.
What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?
Pray. Even if it’s just a simple, “Lord help me.”
What’s your least favorite color? Why?
Orange. It’s just so…bright
I honestly have no blogs to nominate, so I nominate you, dear reader! If you want to do my questions on your blog, you are hereby nominated! If you don’t have a blog and still want to answer the questions, feel free to do so in the comment section! 😊 If you do accept my nomination and do it on your blog, I’d love to see it, so leave a link or something in the comment section!
You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their grain and wine abound.
I never know how to start these kinds of posts. I guess I could start by apologizing for my 445 days of absence (😱), but most who read this blog know that I didn’t suddenly die. But my passion for this site did. I can remember how excited I was when I first created this blog three and a half years ago. I had my own tiny piece of the internet where I could share my thoughts, feelings, and stories. To a thirteen year old, that was an incredible feat. Highlight and Write was a much needed retreat, a place where I could escape my world and jump into another’s. It gave me a chance to possibly help someone by sharing Scripture and uplifting songs. The probability was high that I personally knew that somebody, but that didn’t matter to me. It started to as time passed but not anymore. That’s not what this blog is for.
This blog is for you. Me. God.
I don’t think I could ever purposely delete Highlight and Write. Frankly, I don’t think there’s anything on here to be ashamed of. Sure, I may cringe when I go back and read some of my old posts, but that’s okay. That was over three years ago. My writing has grown and strengthened. It would have never reached this point without Natalie. I would have never learned how to grow characters, relate everything together, and give it closure. And even though it didn’t receive a lot of exposure, I’m glad that I put my story out there on the internet for anyone to find. Maybe it will help me muster the courage to send a story off to a publisher one day.
In the meantime, I’ll be returning to this blog. And I know I said this the last time I claimed to be back, but it still rings true. I’m looking forward to the year ahead on this blog; I’m still not-so-patiently waiting to see what God has in store for my life; and if anything, I know even more now that He’s with me every step of the way.
Here are a few updates that I feel make this post worthy of sticky note status.
It’s as if the ScratchPad theme was made for this blog. I mean there’s a giant highlighter sticking this post to the top of the page! It’s such a unique theme based around writing, and it even allowed me to make a few adjustments regarding fonts. Frankly, I was in love the moment I saw it, and I think the blog deserved a new look after a year long standstill.
I’m not starting a new story for the blog just yet, but I am starting a new series that will have multiple posts a week. Recently, I started Bible journaling, and it’s been a refreshment to my quiet time with the Lord. However, I have not been especially gifted with anything artistic besides a love for colors 😝. So A Non-Artist’s Guide to Bible Journaling was formed in my mind. The series will basically be “tips” on Bible Journaling with low artistic skill and whatever thoughts the Lord puts on my heart to share. Posts shall be coming soon, so be on the lookout!
I’m a little unsure whether or not I will be continuing this category. I still make yearly Scripture calendars, but I must admit that posting these (especially the long ones) daily was a contributing factor to the death of my passion for this blog. On days like today, I will definitely post the short ones in full. On other days, I may just post the verses if it’s especially long. I might leave a little note about it in a Non-Artist post. We shall just have to wait and see. If you’d like me to email you an Excel sheet of the yearly calendar I make, please contact the blog at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I will be more than happy to do so.
Returning June 19th!
And if it doesn’t, I give everyone permission to spam me until it does. 😂
I desperately want to restart the book club, but I need to find a good platform to host it on. In the meantime, feel free to leave book suggestions in the comment section below! Updates to come!
2 Samuel 19:1-8
It was told Joab, “Behold, the king is weeping and mourning for Absalom.” So the victory that day was turned into mourning for all the people, for the people heard that day, “The king is grieving for his son.” And the people stole into the city that day as people steal in who are ashamed when they flee in battle. The king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, “O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!” Then Joab came into the house to the king and said, “You have today covered with shame the faces of all your servants, who have this day saved your life and the lives of your sons and your daughters and the lives of your wives and your concubines because you love those who hate you and hate those who love you. For you have made it clear today that commanders and servants are nothing to you, for today I know that if Absalom were alive and all of us were dead today, then you would be pleased. Now therefore arise, go out and speak kindly to your servants, for I swear by the LORD, if you do not go, not a man will stay with you this night, and this will be worse for you than all the evil that has come upon you from your youth until now.” Then the king arose and took his seat in the gate. And the people were all told, “Behold, the king is sitting in the gate.” And all the people came before the king. Now Israel had fled every man to his own home.
Now as Peter went here and there among them all, he came down also to the saints who lived at Lydda. There he found a man named Aeneas, bedridden for eight years, who was paralyzed. And Peter said to him, “Aeneas, Jesus Christ heals you; rise and make your bed.” And immediately he rose. And all the residents of Lydda and Sharon saw him, and they turned to the Lord.
2 Samuel 17
Moreover, Ahithophel said to Absalom, “Let me choose twelve thousand men, and I will arise and pursue David tonight. I will come upon him while he is weary and discouraged and throw him into a panic, and all the people who are with him will flee. I will strike down only the king, and I will bring all the people back to you as a bride comes home to her husband. You seek the life of only one man and all the people will be at peace.” And the advice seemed right in the eyes of Absalom and all the elders of Israel. Then Absalom said, “Call Hushai the Archite also, and let us hear what he has to say.” And when Hushai came to Absalom, Absalom said to him, “Thus has Ahithophel spoken; shall we do as he says? If not, you speak.” Then Hushai said to Absalom, “This time the counsel that Ahithophel has given is not good.” Hushai said, “You know that your father and his men are mighty men, and that they are enraged, like a bear robbed of her cubs in the field. Besides, your father is expert in war; he will not spend the night with the people. Behold, even now he has hidden himself in one of the pits or in some other place. And as soon as some of the people fall at the first attack, whoever hears it will say, ‘There has been a slaughter among the people who follow Absalom.’ Then even the valiant man, whose heart is like the heart of a lion, will utterly melt with fear, for all Israel knows that your father is a mighty man, and that those who are with him are valiant men. But my counsel is that all Israel be gathered to you, from Dan to Beersheba, as the sand by the sea for multitude, and that you go to battle in person. So we shall come upon him in some place where he is to be found, and we shall light upon him as the dew falls on the ground, and of him and all the men with him not one will be left. If he withdraws into a city, then all Israel will bring ropes to that city, and we shall drag it into the valley, until not even a pebble is to be found there.” And Absalom and all the men of Israel said, “The counsel of Hushai the Archite is better than the counsel of Ahithophel.” For the LORD had ordained to defeat the good counsel of Ahithophel, so that the LORD might bring harm upon Absalom. Then Hushai said to Zadok and Abiathar the priests, “Thus and so did Ahithophel counsel Absalom and the elders of Israel, and thus and so have I counseled. Now therefore send quickly and tell David, ‘Do not stay tonight at the fords of the wilderness, but by all means pass over, lest the king and all the people who are with him be swallowed up.’” Now Jonathan and Ahimaaz were waiting at En-rogel. A female servant was to go and tell them, and they were to go and tell King David, for they were not to be seen entering the city. But a young man saw them and told Absalom. So both of them went away quickly and came to the house of a man at Bahurim, who had a well in his courtyard. And they went down into it. And the woman took and spread a covering over the well’s mouth and scattered grain on it, and nothing was known of it. When Absalom’s servants came to the woman at the house, they said, “Where are Ahimaaz and Jonathan?” And the woman said to them, “They have gone over the brook of water.” And when they had sought and could not find them, they returned to Jerusalem. After they had gone, the men came up out of the well, and went and told King David. They said to David, “Arise, and go quickly over the water, for thus and so has Ahithophel counseled against you.” Then David arose, and all the people who were with him, and they crossed the Jordan. By daybreak not one was left who had not crossed the Jordan. When Ahithophel saw that his counsel was not followed, he saddled his donkey and went off home to his own city. He set his house in order and hanged himself, and he died and was buried in the tomb of his father. Then David came to Mahanaim. And Absalom crossed the Jordan with all the men of Israel. Now Absalom had set Amasa over the army instead of Joab. Amasa was the son of a man named Ithra the Ishmaelite, who had married Abigal the daughter of Nahash, sister of Zeruiah, Joab’s mother. And Israel and Absalom encamped in the land of Gilead. When David came to Mahanaim, Shobi the son of Nahash from Rabbah of the Ammonites, and Machir the son of Ammiel from Lo-debar, and Barzillai the Gileadite from Rogelim, brought beds, basins, and earthen vessels, wheat, barley, flour, parched grain, beans and lentils, honey and curds and sheep and cheese from the herd, for David and the people with him to eat, for they said, “The people are hungry and weary and thirsty in the wilderness.”
I will bless the LORD at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul makes its boast in the LORD; let the humble hear and be glad. Oh, magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together! I sought the LORD, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Oh, fear the LORD, you his saints, for those who fear him have no lack! The young lions suffer want and hunger; but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing. Come, O children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the LORD. What man is there who desires life and loves many days, that he may see good? Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit. Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. The eyes of the LORD are toward the righteous and his ears toward their cry. The face of the LORD is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. The face of the LORD is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the LORD delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken. Affliction will slay the wicked, and those who hate the righteous will be condemned. The LORD redeems the life of his servants; none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned.
Shout for joy in the LORD, O you righteous! Praise befits the upright. Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre; make melody to him with the harp of ten strings! Sing to him a new song; play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts. For the word of the LORD is upright, and all his work is done in faithfulness. He loves righteousness and justice; the earth is full of the steadfast love of the LORD. By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, and by the breath of his mouth all their host. He gathers the waters of the sea as a heap; he puts the deeps in storehouses. Let all the earth fear the LORD; let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him! For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm. The LORD brings the counsel of the nations to nothing; he frustrates the plans of the peoples. The counsel of the LORD stands forever, the plans of his heart to all generations. Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD,
the people whom he has chosen as his heritage! The LORD looks down from heaven; he sees all the children of man; from where he sits enthroned he looks out on all the inhabitants of the earth, he who fashions the hearts of them all and observes all their deeds. The king is not saved by his great army; a warrior is not delivered by his great strength. The war horse is a false hope for salvation, and by its great might it cannot rescue. Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love, that he may deliver their soul from death and keep them alive in famine. Our soul waits for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us,even as we hope in you.
My son, be attentive to my wisdom; incline your ear to my understanding, that you may keep discretion, and your lips may guard knowledge. For the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil, but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps follow the path to Sheol; she does not ponder the path of life; her ways wander, and she does not know it. And now, O sons, listen to me, and do not depart from the words of my mouth. Keep your way far from her, and do not go near the door of her house, lest you give your honor to others and your years to the merciless, lest strangers take their fill of your strength, and your labors go to the house of a foreigner, and at the end of your life you groan, when your flesh and body are consumed, and you say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof! I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my instructors. I am at the brink of utter ruin in the assembled congregation.” Drink water from your own cistern, flowing water from your own well. Should your springs be scattered abroad, streams of water in the streets? Let them be for yourself alone, and not for strangers with you. Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Let her breasts fill you at all times with delight; be intoxicated always in her love. Why should you be intoxicated, my son, with a forbidden woman and embrace the bosom of an adulteress? For a man’s ways are before the eyes of the LORD, and he ponders all his paths. The iniquities of the wicked ensnare him,
and he is held fast in the cords of his sin. He dies for lack of discipline, and because of his great folly he is led astray.
Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit. For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not cover my iniquity; I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD,” and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah. Therefore let everyone who is godly offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found; surely in the rush of great waters, they shall not reach him. You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah. I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you. Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding, which must be curbed with bit and bridle, or it will not stay near you. Many are the sorrows of the wicked, but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the LORD. Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, O righteous, and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!
The March book is For Such a Time by Kate Breslin!
In 1944, blond and blue-eyed Jewess Hadassah Benjamin feels abandoned by God when she is saved from a firing squad only to be handed over to a new enemy. Pressed into service by SS-Kommandant Colonel Aric von Schmidt at the transit camp of Theresienstadt in Czechoslovakia, she is able to hide behind the false identity of Stella Muller. However, in order to survive and maintain her cover as Aric’s secretary, she is forced to stand by as her own people are sent to Auschwitz.
Suspecting her employer is a man of hidden depths and sympathies, Stella cautiously appeals to him on behalf of those in the camp. Aric’s compassion gives her hope, and she finds herself battling a growing attraction for this man she knows she should despise as an enemy.
Stella pours herself into her efforts to keep even some of the camp’s prisoners safe, but she risks the revelation of her true identity with every attempt. When her bravery brings her to the point of the ultimate sacrifice, she has only her faith to lean upon. Perhaps God has placed her there for such a time as this, but how can she save her people when she is unable to save herself?
This meeting of Highlight and Read is scheduled to take place on Saturday, March 28, 2015 at 1 P.M. Please comment if you plan on attending. If that doesn’t work for you please comment or contact me personally. Book club chats now take place on the blog. You will need to obtain the post’s password before March 28. If you are already a member of the book club, I will automaticlly be sending out the password to you the day before the meeting. If you are new and would like to join, please contact the blog at email@example.com, and I will get it out to you.
P.S. Aric is pronouced like Eric. That one threw me for a loop!
Do you have a book club book suggestion? Leave it in the comment section or email it to the blog at firstname.lastname@example.org.
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
In you, O LORD, do I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame;
in your righteousness deliver me!
Incline your ear to me;
rescue me speedily!
Be a rock of refuge for me,
a strong fortress to save me!
For you are my rock and my fortress;
and for your name’s sake you lead me and guide me; you take me out of the net they have hidden for me, for you are my refuge.
Into your hand I commit my spirit;
you have redeemed me, O LORD, faithful God.
I hate those who pay regard to worthless idols,
but I trust in the LORD.
I will rejoice and be glad in your steadfast love,
because you have seen my affliction;
you have known the distress of my soul, and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy; you have set my feet in a broad place.
Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;
my eye is wasted from grief;
my soul and my body also.
For my life is spent with sorrow,
and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my iniquity,
and my bones waste away.
Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach,
especially to my neighbors,
and an object of dread to my acquaintances;
those who see me in the street flee from me.
I have been forgotten like one who is dead;
I have become like a broken vessel.
For I hear the whispering of many—
terror on every side!—
as they scheme together against me,
as they plot to take my life.
But I trust in you, O LORD;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hand;
rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!
Make your face shine on your servant;
save me in your steadfast love!
O LORD, let me not be put to shame,
for I call upon you;
let the wicked be put to shame;
let them go silently to Sheol.
Let the lying lips be mute,
which speak insolently against the righteous
in pride and contempt.
Oh, how abundant is your goodness,
which you have stored up for those who fear you
and worked for those who take refuge in you,
in the sight of the children of mankind!
In the cover of your presence you hide them
from the plots of men;
you store them in your shelter
from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be the LORD,
for he has wondrously shown his steadfast love to me
when I was in a besieged city.
I had said in my alarm, “I am cut off from your sight.”
But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy
when I cried to you for help.
Love the LORD, all you his saints!
The LORD preserves the faithful
but abundantly repays the one who acts in pride.
Be strong, and let your heart take courage,
all you who wait for the LORD!