Revenge of the Sith One-Shot

Padme Amidala Skywalker glared furiously at the man who had ruined everything: democracy, her husband (although he was definitely not completely innocent), and now he wanted to take her children and turn them into his Sith robots? Hell no.

“Get. Away. From. My. Children,” she hissed, through clenched teeth – jaw set firmly in place. Now, Padme was not one who was normally…harsh. Tough, yes – but not necessarily harsh. Her nature was more compassionate and forgiving, however, she had just given birth to twins while her idiotic husband and his stupid friend battled on a planet made of FREAKING LAVA (at this point, raising children sounded like a piece of cake, compared to all of the absolute ridiculousness she had gone through).

Palpatine’s wrinkled, electrocuted face – the man seriously needed plastic surgery – stared at her creepily, underneath a black hood. “Now, let us not make this difficult shall we?”

Skin covered in sheets of sweat, Padme leaned against the wall of the ship. Her children (twins, that had certainly been a surprise) were wrapped in the cleanest and softest blankets that she could find. The babes had begun to dim their cries, however, when he approached, their screams instantly escalated.

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Padme was not foolish; logically, she knew that she was in no condition to fight – let alone against someone with Force abilities. But she was a mother. And no one, messed with her children. Head raised high, Padme Amidala Naberrie Skywalker had every inch the persona of a queen as she stared the Sith straight in the eyes. “Never.”

A sinister smirk crept over Palpatine’s features. He stepped forward. “Very well then, you have made your decision.”

Protectively, Padme formed her body into a cocoon over her children – hoping to somehow, in some way, prevent them from being taken by this vile being of a man. Her entire being ached with pain and weariness, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was exhausted, but there was no way that Padme would go down without a fight.

Suddenly, a familiar voice – and one that she had not been expecting to hear – shouted, “Get away from my wife!”

Author note: Let me know if y’all want me to write a second part 🙂

CW-15 What Do You Feel Now?©

Love this creative writing piece by my classmate! For any romantics out there, you definitely need to check this out!

Faithful Handiwork

How do you write a story with terms of things found in a zoo without writing about a zoo? How can you use those terms and create a passionate story that will capture the reader’s heartstrings. Through this week’s assignment, I strived to write in a way I never have before.  In the same way, the young lady in my assignment was pushed to write and describe things in ways she never has before, without the use of her eyes. 

I carefully moved my bare fingers along the braille writing in the book below me. Oh how I so enjoy this tale of an exotic land where nobody grows old! The sun reflects and shines upon the water, there is no death or pain, and more importantly: everyone can see the beauty of the land. Yet here I sit, blind and forced to put up with the hoard of trespassingelephants

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Creative Writing ~ Random Words

This is Blair. Exactly like her hair, face, dress, place would be like...: “ISLA!”

“ISLA!” the frantic male voice shouted again.

With a huff, Isla Lotus turned around to face her fiancé. Her golden curls were arranged delicately down her back in an intricate display, though her eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. Simple, ivory fabric created the eighteen-year-old’s dress and buttery rays of sunlight beaming through the arched window, cast a glow onto her fair face. One characteristic, however, that was unlike most, were her eyes.

Isla’s eyes were a hazy, yet brilliant silver. Not grey, silver. When one looked at them, there was almost a sense that they could see into your very soul. See, however, her eyes could not. Isla was blind and had been from the time she was born.

“Jasper,” began Isla, soft voice echoing in the room, “you know not to interrupt my sessions. What is the matter?” She reached out with her magic – the closest Isla would ever get to having an idea of what the world truly looked like – and let it waft over him. :

Jasper shivered. Even after all these years, he could never quite get used to the feeling of cold air that enveloped him when Isla used her magic to “see” her surroundings.

While her magic was not sight, it did afford Isla something most blind people were not privileged to have – a way to see the world. Isla could see the outline of the world in black and white through her magic. It was like a sixth sense that sent images into her mind. However, exerting her magic could often be draining. Which was why she had decided to have daily sessions where she stretched herself, in the hopes that it would increase her endurance.

Suddenly, her normally quiet voice became terrified. “You’re hurt!” She hastily stood to her feet, rushing across the wooden flooring. A blind person – even one with magic – running is not the best idea, as Isla quickly realized.

When she had almost reached him, Isla tripped and would have fallen if Jasper had not reached out to catch her.

“Careful Isla,” soothed Jasper, “And I really am alright. It’s only a scrap here and there. God was watching over me or I surely would not have gotten away.”

Briefly ignoring him, Isla reached her slender hands out to feel his face. She had to be certain that he was not hurt since Jasper had a terrible habit of downplaying any injuries. Her hands brushed over his cheekbones, her right one tingling with a wet substance. Blood…thought Isla, going back to that spot. However, it did not seem to be enough to cause concern, and so she moved on.

Once satisfied, Isla asked worriedly, “What happened Jasper? Who did this to you?”

“I went to make my rounds by the more…exotic creatures, and you will never believe what I found,” answered Jasper, carefully repositioning Isla so that he could retrieve something out of his pocket. He pulled out a thick, creamy envelop with a seal on it.

“What is it?”

“I-I think it may be what you have been dreaming of these past few weeks,” replied Jasper, tone unsure as he broke the seal – handing the letter to his love.

During the last two months, Isla had been having uncannily realistic and clear dreams, more like visions really, of an invention that could enable blind people to read. Could this possibly be what she had been dreaming of?

Isla gasped as she fingered the parchment. Braille…” she murmured awestruck amazement, fingers gliding over the bumpy ridges. Happy tears filled her silver eyes causing them to appear in a sparkling manner as she looked up at Jasper. “Oh, do you know what this could possibly mean? I-I, maybe we could finally have a chance now.”

Smiling tenderly at her, Jasper nodded – embracing her warmly. He let a few seconds pass, before adding, “Darling, that is not all.”

“There’s something else?”

“Outside of the exposition, was a great riot. The central lamppost had been knocked down and the main path was covered with debris. I managed to calm most of them down, but I fear that I might have missed some trespassers.Art-Glass Egg Paperweight in a Gorgeous mix of Purple, Violet & Pink ♥≻★≺♥LoVe! *artist??:

Isla bit her lip in concern. All of the magical creatures they took care of were especially close to her heart, but on particularly so. “Was India…?” she questioned, hoping that her dragon was safe. As a little girl, Isla was given a lavender dragon egg, and ever since, she and India had been kindred spirits.

India was a beautiful deep plum shade in her natural hue, though her magical camouflaging abilities meant that she often was another color or invisible. She had a particular affinity for balloons, an odd quirk for such a massive being.

Knowing how much Isla loved her dragon, Jasper quickly reassured her. “India is perfectly fine. She was the first one I went to check on.”

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Tying her phoenix cloak – kept warmed by the bird’s feathers – around her snugly, Isla tensed as her magical senses told her that danger was up ahead. “Be careful, I feel that there is something close by,” she told Jasper, who walked protectively next to her.

The two were on another path, not the main one since that had been ruined. Round stones created the one they were traversing on, and if it were not for the knowledge that Jasper had given her, Isla would have thought that the day could not have possibly gotten lovelier. The breeze swept through the air, making her thankful for her cloak – a gift made even more special by the phoenix allowing her to have some of his feathers.

All of a sudden, Jasper’s voice gasped. “Oh no…”

“What is it? Jasper?” inquired Isla, beginning to feel frustrated by her lack of sight. In this emotion, she did not wait for him to reply and used her magic to “see” what had caught his attention.

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh, the poor dear,” murmured Isla dejectedly, increasing her pace. For a mother elephant and her baby were laying on the ground, the older animal not moving. The baby’s trunk tugged on its mother’s, yet she was still. Worriedly, the smaller one gave a loud cry – perhaps hoping that this would cause his mother to reply.

Jasper shook his head grimly. “The mother is dead,” he told Isla, as gently as he could.

Tears filling her eyes, Isla sniffled. She hated death. Being such a tender soul, Isla had a heart that easily broke for others, and this included animals. “I-I’ll take the baby,” she managed to mumble, stepping forward and calling the younger elephant.

His head lifted up, looking at her. And to no one’s surprise, the elephant – with a last nuzzle to his mother – walked up to Isla. For some, this might seem odd, but Isla Lotus had a gift for communicating with animals. This was one of the reasons why she had started the exposition in the first place: to provide a safe haven for magical creatures, who would otherwise be targeted by wicked sorcerers. They had never had a non-magical animal before, but she was not opposed to it.

“Hello,” greeted Isla, holding out her hand, “I’m Isla. What might your name be?”

The baby tilted his head to the side, trunk coming up gingerly to inspect her hand. Sound coming from his mouth, he looked up at her.

“Kai? That is a wonderful name,” replied Isla, as though this were an ordinary conversation. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I-I’m so sorry about your mother.” She rubbed him comfortingly. “We would like you to stay on with us, if you want to. We have a wonderful lake – full of water, perfect for bubbles. What do you say?”

Bobbing his head up and down, the elephant gave his agreement.

“Oh good!” exclaimed Isla, some anxiety being eliminated now that she knew the baby would be safe. As it bumped into her, she added, “Don’t worry Kai, you’ll be ok. I promise.”

Author note: For my Creative Writing class, we had to create a short story using the below list of random words. And this is what I came up with! 🙂

elephant
death
exotic
path
bubbles
lamppost
riot
balloons
feathers
trespassers
braille
animal
dragon
water

 

Thousandth Generation

Over Christmas, we went to Mississippi to see family. While we were there, on one occasion, my grandparents, mom, brother, and I were all sitting around the kitchen table. My Nana was telling us that when my Papa and her were raising my mom and aunt, they had wanted to start a housing unit/apartments for single mothers and their children – who could otherwise not afford.

My mom said that that was so interesting, because now our family works and helps single mothers. How fascinating is it that God can pass those desires on to the next generation?

And that reminded me, or the Holy Spirit reminded me, of a verse in Scripture. Several, actually, are fairly similar, so I’ll list them all.

“‘The Lord, the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness, keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin,” ~ Exodus 34:6b-7a

“For I the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing steadfast love to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments,” ~ Exodus 20:5-6

“Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations,”                   ~ Deuteronomy 7:9

In my ESV Bible, it says that when the Scripture says “thousand” or “thousands” here, it is referring to it in the sense of generations.

GENERATIONS. Y’all, how crazy is that?

We read the first part, like in the second passage, and think, ‘oh how could God put that on the children?’ But there’s always more to it than what we first see.

When you look at the Scripture, the whole Scripture, you begin to realize how tiny three or four generations (and at that, this only applies to those who hate God) is compared to a thousand generations.

Note: Anyone can come to faith in Jesus, repent, and start anew.

If you estimate about every thirty years – give or take – a new generation collectively begins, then this gets even larger. This means that, if you take it at its literal/face-value context, the Scripture is basically saying a period of time equaling about THIRTY-THOUSAND YEARS. 30,000.

That is amazing.

Now that we understand this, let’s recall what the Scripture was saying.

“keeping steadfast love for thousands,” 

showing steadfast love to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments,”

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“who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations.”

I love the concept of the Holy Spirit DNA. Granted, when I say that I am not asserting that being in a Christian family makes you saved. It does not. Becoming a believer is a choice that no one else can make for you, but you.

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However, Proverbs 22:6 states, “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” The way children are raised has an incredibly powerful impact on whether or not they will even have a walk with Jesus. Does that mean if you weren’t raised in a Christian family you will not become a believer? Or if you have raised your children to follow Jesus, that they will not turn from that? No. Free will must still be accounted for, but as the Proverb says, a child is not as likely to depart from a parent’s teaching.

I think that it’s so cool how the Lord can put a desire in the heart of the parent – to begin planting those seeds. Yet, not mean for it to come into fulfillment until the next generation.

As I’m writing this, the Holy Spirit reminded me of another incidence where this occurred. David and Solomon.

“Now when the king lived in his house and the Lord had given him rest from all his surrounding enemies, the king said to Nathan the prophet, ‘See now, I dwell in a house of cedar, but the ark of God dwells in a tent.'” ~ 2 Samuel 7:1-2

Here, David is finally at rest. He is king and from the text, does not appear to be fighting. But he realizes something: while David is living in a marvelous home, the ark of God was still in a structure made of cloth. He desires to build the Lord a home for the ark. What a godly thought to have! Who wound possibly refute that? But, in God’s plan, it was not yet time for this to occur.

“‘When your days are fulfilled and you lie down with your fathers, I will raise up your offspring after you, who shall come from your body, and I will establish his kingdom. He shall build a house for my name, and I will establish the throne of his kingdom forever.'” ~ 2 Samuel 7:12-13

The Lord, here, is referring to Solomon. Solomon will build a house in the name of God. And that is exactly what happened. King:

“Then he called for Solomon his son and charged him to build a house for the Lord, the God of Israel. David said to Solomon, ‘My son, I had it in my heart to build a house to the name of the Lord my God. But the word of the Lord came to me, saying, “You have shed much blood and have waged great wars. You shall not build a house to my name, because you have shed so much blood before me on the earth. Behold, a son shall be born to you who shall be a man of rest. I will give him rest from all his surrounding enemies. For his name shall be Solomon, and I will give peace and quiet to Israel in his days. He shall build a house for my name. He shall be my son, and I will be his father, and I will establish his royal throne in Israel forever.” Now, my son, the Lord be with you, so that you may succeed in building the house of the Lord your God, as he has spoken concerning you.'” ~ 1 Chronicles 22:6-11

I think this is so cool, because it reminds me of my family. My Nana and Papa had a desire to start a housing establishment for single mothers and their children to live in. They wanted to help them. However, God did not intend for that to occur yet.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts,” ~ Isaiah 55:8-9

Instead, the Lord had His plan. And my family and I became involved with single mothers and helping them, and their children.

~ Southern Dreamer

Journal Entry

I like to journal the classic way (I’m not really even sure what would be the other way of journaling?), in a diary. I’m really bad about actually writing in it regularly, but I do keep a list on my cellphone of things I need to write in my journal, so that when I do have the time, I’ll remember what I need to write.Image result for picture of a journal

I do think there’s a lot of value in regular journaling. Writing, in general, helps people to express and work through their emotions; and journaling can do that, as well as serve as a memorial of the past. Journals are a window to a certain period of time – what happened then? What was the world like? As historians know, diaries and journals can be very useful in learning about history and the events that actually occurred. And who knows, maybe someday ours will do the same thing!

At the end of this class, I’ll definitely keep this blog going, since I actually had it before this class began. Though, I will admit, having blog assignments due every week has made me write on my blog more frequently.

Creative Writing ~ Media Autobiography

For my media autobiography, I decided to do a combination of both music and literature. There’s not really any specific order to this, though I did try to organize each category (songs and books) in the order of life events it occurred with.

  1. “God Is All Around Us” by Twila Paris

Truthfully, the entire CD that this song is found on, has been instrumental in my life. Ever since I was diagnosed with narcolepsy and cataplexy at six years old, I have listened to this album during every rest/nap and at night. Because of the horrific nightmares that often come with narcolepsy, I was and sometimes still am, scared to go to sleep. Having this CD though, and specifically this song, gave me something to listen to that was completely centered around Jesus and His love.

2. “Blessings” by Laura Story

As stated above, I have an illness that is not curable. And this song, Blessings, really describes how I feel. It says, “We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering, all the while, You hear each spoken need, yet love us way too much to give us lesser things.” There have been so many times that I have prayed for God to just let me get a good rest. I mean, that’s not a huge request, right? But sometimes it doesn’t happen. He doesn’t answer or come through in the way I want Him to.

Another lyric that I relate to says, “What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near.” I can’t tell you how many times I have been awake during the night. Sometimes crying, sometimes scared, and this line really is true.

3. “Through All Of It” by Colton Dixon

Something I struggle with is doubt. Like most people with whatever they struggle with, I’ve had seasons where it’s stronger than others. During one of those, I was listening to Colton Dixon’s album and caught these lines, “When I was blinded by my fear, and I struggled to believe, but in those unclear moments, you were the one keeping me strong, this is how my story’s always gone.” I love that.

4. “Free To Be Me” by Francesca Battistelli

I’ve never met Francesca Battistelli, but if I did, I would ask her if she’s a perfectionist. The reason why, is several lyrics in this song seem to hint at that.

Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy

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When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out

Being a perfectionist myself, I relate to those lyrics.

5. “Oceans” by Hillsong United

I really love this song; it deals with a lot of different components: faith, fear, and trust. I’m someone who doesn’t trust very easily – even with God, I struggle with it, though I like to believe that I’ve grown in that.

6. “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten

This is such an awesome song! It’s really empowering and inspirational. I love how it talks about to keep fighting even if everyone else is saying you can’t do it or if you feel like giving up.

7. “Mean” by Taylor Swift

I’m pretty sure every person on the planet can relate to this song. It talks about the mean people in our life, and how someday they won’t be able to treat us like that. I know I’ve had people who have ignored me and well, y’all girls know, all that girl drama lol. So yeah, this is another great, upbeat song.

8. “Love” by Jana Kramer

Alright, I’ll admit it. I’m a completely Hallmark-watching, sappy romantic. I adore a good love story. Put a romantic movie in or give me a love story, and you can be guaranteed that I’ll probably like it. Side note, that’s likely the reason why I’m such a shipper. Anyway, this song is definitely me.

9. Elsie’s Endless Wait by Martha Finley

Even though I absolutely love reading, there have been very few books that have really touched me beyond the fact that I think they’re wonderful. I remember reading the Life of Faith series for the first time, though, and being struck by Elsie’s character. She made me want to be a better person and Christian. Even in the midst of her circumstances, she was still honoring God and putting her faith first when it would have been easier not to.amy-carroll

10. Breaking Up With Perfect by Amy Carroll

Lastly, this is probably the most recent one on this list. I still haven’t finished the book yet, but what I have read so far is really good. It was written to help perfectionists (aka me) break free from their perfectionism. And being the perfectionist I am, I had to include it.

There you go! Those are my ten songs and books that would be my media autobiography. What ten songs, ten books, or ten songs and books would you choose as your media autobiography?

~ Southern Dreamer

Sour Cream Lemon Loaf

Yesterday, I made sour cream lemon loaf. Y’all. It was so terrible good, therefore, I knew I had to share the recipe with all of you! 🙂

Recipe credit goes to: http://gluesticksblog.com/2016/02/sour-cream-lemon-loaf.html

Ingredients:

5 eggs

2 cups of sugar

16 oz. sour cream

1 cup of vegetable oil

1 (5.1 oz) package dry vanilla pudding mix

1/2 cup of milk

3 tablespoons of lemon extract

3 tablespoons of lemon zest

3 cups of flour

4 teaspoons of baking powder

1 teaspoon of salt

 

Glaze:

6 tablespoons of butter, room temperature

3 cups of powder sugar sifted

1/2 cup of lemon juice

 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Whisk eggs, sugar, and oil together until smooth.

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Next, add the sour cream, pudding mix, and milk. Stir!

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Now, here comes the part where patience comes into play…lemon zest. Make sure you have actual lemons to zest for this – at least five, though I used about ten or so. Then again, I’m not exactly a professional zester 😛

After you have zested your lemons, add the zest, lemon extract, and dry ingredients to the batter.

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Flour/spray/butter/whatever float’s your boat for two bread pans. Add half of the mixture to one, and half to the other.

Bake for 55 minutes. Once the timer goes off, it will likely not be done. Use a toothpick or butter knife to check the middle – if any dough comes out with the knife and/or toothpick, then cover the bread with aluminum foil. Place it back in the oven, and check on it every ten minutes until it is finished baking.

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Once it is finished, let the bread cool for about 20 minutes. Then use a butter knife to ease the bread out and onto some sort of tray or baking rack.

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For the glaze, mix the powdered sugar and butter together. After you have gathered enough juice from the lemons, slowly add the half cup of lemon juice. Now, as a note here, I’m not a huge sour person, so for me, the glaze was a little bit too sour. If you’re like me, then I would advise you to taste it as you go along, to make sure that the glaze is to your tasting.

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One the glaze is done, pour it over the two loaves! And viola! You have lemon bread 🙂

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~ Southern Dreamer

My Trip to Boston

Well, this is a little overdue (ok, a lot. Several months XD), but better late than never, right? 😉

At the beginning of November, my dad had a work thing-a-ma-bob in Boston, and so my mom, brother, and I decided to tag along!

When we first got there, my mom, brother, and I headed to see Harvard. Now, most people today say that this school was not started by Christians…#false. In Building Godly Nations by Stephen K. McDowell, he says,

“Started in 1636 by the New England Puritans to train Godly ministers, they thought the greatest curse that could come upon the land would be an impotent, ignorant clergy. Even while struggling to survive as a colony they undertook this task.”

Interestingly, McDowell continues with an excerpt from some of the rules to be observed at the college.

“Rules, and precepts that are observed in the college: 2. Let every student be plainly instructed, and earnestly pressed to consider well, the main end of his life, and studies is, to know God and Jesus Christ which is eternal life, John 17:3, and therefore to lay Christ in the bottom, as the only foundation of all sound knowledge and learning.

And seeing the Lord only giveth wisdom, let every one seriously set himself by prayer in secret to seek it of him Prov. 2:3.

3. Every one shall so exercise himself in reading the Scriptures twice a day, that he shall be ready to give such an account of his proficiency therein, both in theoretical observations of the language, and logic, and in ability; seeing the entrance of the word giveth light, it giveth understanding to the simple, Psalm 119:130.”

Fascinating isn’t it? Samuel Adams, John Hancock, and John Quincy Adams all attended Harvard to name a few.

I bring that up, because when we visited Harvard, we noticed something very interesting.

image-6I’m not sure if you can tell from the picture, but engraved on the arch is a phrase that says, “Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.”

John 8:32, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

They may try, but you cannot deny the incredible impact that Christianity had on our nation.

But yeah, we thought that wasimage-8 so cool 🙂 Another really neat thing that we got to see, was a printing press – that actually worked! Y’all, I thought I had patience, but the guy working there said that if you dropped it or messed up on ONE letter, you would have to re-do the whole thing.

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Bless the people back then who had the patience to do that lol 😛 Cause I’m pretty sure I would not haha.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE sweets…and chocolate. So when I saw this in our hotel, I pretty much was celebrating. Who doesn’t love truffles???

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Does that not look so good? 😉 And I will confirm your assumptions, the chocolate covered strawberry and the chocolate truffle I tried, were absolutely delicious!

Lastly, the REAL highlight of my trip was getting to see my best friend, Laura! She lives up north, so image-15we don’t get to see each other a lot (shoutout to all my TPS friends who will understand this! 😉 ). She and her mom drove down so we could get together for the day. Being the shopping-loving girls that we are, we headed straight for the mall.

Now…in a hysterically sad turn of events, we are both directionally challenged. And I am ashamed to say that we wondered around this mall for quite a bit, trying to find this nail salon before giving up XD

But that’s ok! Because after that, Laura and I went to Sephora. This was both the best decision and worst decision of our lives, because, I have decided that Sephora is the Hobby Lobby of the make-up world. They have a bunch of AWESOME deals, but you end up spending a ton of $$$ because the deals are so good.

image-17Therefore, when our moms wondered in, we probably looked like we had been caught red-handed lol 😛

Oh, and in the picture on the left, we had gone into a chocolate shop where they show you how they made chocolate back in the Revolutionary days. It was so cool! And yummy.

I had such a great time in Boston! I honestly did not realize how much there is to do there, and hope to go back someday and see some more of the history!

~ Southern Dreamer

Creative Writing ~ Forget the “E”

I look into my mirror anxiously, anticipating what would occur. As I do so, I catch sound of my maid of honor hurrying into this room.

“Nora!” Lissy shouts, flashing a grin. “You look stunning! I am loving your hair. Did you know that your mom was a whiz with braids?”

Starting to talk, I was cut off by Lissy’s words.

“And how is it fair, that God thought to grant you with such glorious hair? Look at your curls! C’mon! And such a fabulous color too…cinnamon,” Lissy sighs, “and I got stuck with dumb old straw.” Lissy tugs on a straight strand of hair, as if to show this truth of such a plight.

Laughing, I say, “Oh Lissy, your hair is dazzling.”

My maid of honor tsks, not taking such bait. “Anyway, don’t worry about this old girl. I’ll probably just turn into a sad cat lady,” Lissy shrugs, “but this is your big day! And I must say, that ball gown is scoring big points in my book!”

David Tutera for Mon Cheri Spring 2017 Collection - Style No. 117292 Aurelia - off-the-shoulder tulle over organza ball gown wedding dress with illusion scalloped lace three-quarter length sleeves: At that, I look down at my gown. It was an ivory color, not too crazy, but a bit original. Dainty, flowing silk had a span from my waist downwards, though it had a simplistic aura at my waist. My glitz was shown in my studs, wrist charms, and facial constitution. And lastly, I had on a pair of pumps, in a color of crystal. “Thanks! I had so much fun trying gowns on.”

“Lissy, Nora!”

~~~

I look at Nora – smiling happily and think how lucky I am. My darling is radiant and my soul sings at our joining, though it has not fully hit my mind. Still, I can only savor my thrill at this occasion and vast ardor I hold towards my light.

On my hand and Nora’s, is a band of gold – though, my darling’s has a glinting diamond. Ivory forms a sanctuary of floating fabric around Nora, in contrast, I don a suit that hints of such things as far off stars and dark nights.

Faithful to tradition, I grasp Nora’s hand in my own. Guiding my additional half into an orbit of swirling clothing of organza, stiff fabric, and fancy garb, I pull my darling into a waltz. A crown of cinnamon lulls against my crisp top and I position my chin upon it. As our dancing forms twist and turn through those ticking clock pinnacles, I focus on details which this occasion of such formality has wrought. Diagonal to us, I spot luscious ambrosia. My own is a simplistic cocoa flavor with a tint all-around of dark mahogany. Nora’s is classical with snow fondant and frills that distinguish my light’s soul. I scan our crowd to whom rang in at our matrimony occasion and find many of my darling’s confidants – all displaying such cobalt that has Nora’s adoration. Without fail, I find my in-laws in which this woman has moist skin, sad and happy facial constitution combining.

Bringing my focus back to Nora, I say with a joking smirk, “So, am I Rom – .”Tbh:

“What? No! Cassian.” Nora nods firmly. “And I am Jyn. Cassian and Jyn top Rom and Juls any day.”

“Thus, I accordingly am Cassian to your Jyn?”

“Without fail, my captain.”

 

Journal Entry ~ Weddings

Being a romantic, I love weddings. The atmosphere, the occasion – everything about it is wonderful. When I was little, I was able to participate in my aunt’s wedding – as the flower girl! I was so excited. And a few years ago, I attended a mentor and friend’s wedding.

Even though it was simple and low cost, I thought it was the most beautiful wedding I had ever been to. Both the bride and groom washed each other’s feet during the ceremony, it was amazing how completely centered around Jesus it was.

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I also thought it was hilarious and cute when after the vows and the characteristic “I pronounce you husband and wife,” all the bridesmaids and groomsmen danced down the aisle to the upbeat-playing-song. It set the precedence and it was so funny to watch some of the older couples try to dance down the aisle.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to plan. That, paired with the fact that I’m a romantic (as stated above), means that I have completely planned my wedding. Well, I’ve Pinterested it at least.

Some of my favorite types of wedding dresses are in the styles of mermaid and ball gown. I also love lace and sparkle – definitely going to be a must for me! And of course, it absolutely must be floor-length.

Rosa Clara 2015. Pretty.:  David Tutera for Mon Cheri Spring 2015 Bridal Collection - Belle the Magazine . The Wedding Blog For The Sophisticated Bride:  So classy! Love the ruffles!:

For my bouquet, I know that I want roses. Beyond that, however, I’m not completely sure. Maybe a bit of Queen Anne’s Lace.

Bouquet:  Soft pink is officially my favorite color of the summer, and these 20 wedding bouquets are giving us soooo much life. Each design is sweet and gentle with perfect accent colors. Check out our favorite pink bouquets below for a little floral inspiration! Featured Photography: Katelyn James | Featured Florals: Holly Heider Chapple Flowers Featured […]:  Bouquets you want at your winter wedding:

In terms of cakes, I want mine to have a classic look. I love so many different flavors – red velvet, chocolate, lemon, etc – that I’m not sure what I’ll pick; maybe I’ll have several flavors! I do know that I want to have petit fours though; they’re one of my absolute favorite desserts!

elegant cake #wedding:  Romantic creation ~ Cake Design: Cotton and Crumbs:  This cake is more like what Willow would choose - classically elegant, conservative and sweetly romantic.:

And here are a few other little adorable ideas I found on Pinterest, that I may use for my future wedding!

Get-a-way car was filled with balloons.: The bridsemaids give their favorite love story to the bride - they write a note inside and gift to the bride after the wedding. This is awesome for brides who love reading. :): Katie + Brooks had several guest books including one where they had guests sign their favorite Bible verse. Photo by Alisha Crossley Photography:

Picture #1 ~ Get-a-way car filled with balloons.

Picture #2 ~ Bridesmaids give the bride their favorite love story. Love this idea!

Picture #3 ~ The guests highlight their favorite verse in the new Bible and sign their name.

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Picture #5 ~ Picture of decorated strawberries. So cute!

~ Southern Dreamer