Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Library ~ A Short Story


“I loved reading those books.”
Startled, I look up. My ocean blue eyes meet chocolate brown ones.
“Doesn’t everybody?” I chuckle. “It’s only one of the most best-selling books of all time!”
“I know.” The boy smiles and takes a seat in the chair across from me. “Who is your favorite character?”
“That’s hard. They are all so special to me in many different ways. But, overall, I’d have to say Hermione. She’s just so awesome.”
“Yeah. Ron’s my favorite character. Even though he messes up at points, he always comes back. He never gives up and sticks with Harry until the very end.”
An awkward silence comes upon us, each lost in our own thoughts of the world of Harry Potter. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I, Annie, am just minding my own business in my corner at the library when all of a sudden a boy I barely know comes up and talks to me. I don’t quite know what to make of it.
“Do you come to the library often? I’ve never seen you here before.” I ask, putting Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix down.
“Actually, yes. I started coming about two weeks ago when I had to check out some books for my history project. That’s when I noticed you came here too. You were always lost in your own little world of stories. I started coming every day to see what you were reading next, but I never had the courage to approach you. So I sat reading in my corner and you sat reading in your corner. Only until today did I decide to at least find out your name.”
“Really?” I stare, unbelieving, at him. “And it’s Annie by the way.”
“I’m William. It’s nice to meet you!” He sticks out his hand and I politely shake it.
“Same here! I’m glad you decided to introduce yourself. So, just to clear things up, do we go to the same school or something? Because you look really familiar.”
“Yes, we do,” he smiles. “I’m even in your math and Spanish class.”
“Oh, wow! Sorry I didn't recognize you. There are just so many people shoved into that one room that I can’t remember every face.”
“That’s totally fine! I know the feeling. Sometimes, on bad days, I still get lost and have to ask someday where the gym is when I’m standing right next to it.”
I brake into laughter and he soon follows suit. This gets us a hushing from the librarian nearby, but that only makes us laugh even harder. I’m starting to like him more and more as time goes on. This has to be one of the best days of my life! I hardly ever get noticed by people, let alone boys!
An alarm on my phone goes off and I realize it is time for me to head home. Reluctantly, I put my books back into my bulging backpack and stand up.
“Sorry, but I have to go. Maybe I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”
“I’m sure you will. I should be heading home too. If my mom finds out I haven’t spent this hour starting on homework, she’ll freak!” He quickly gathers his things and we start walking towards the door together. “Goodbye, Annie!” And with a smile on his face, he exits the library and doesn’t look back.
I stop and watch him maneuver down the busy street. “Goodbye, William.”

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“And that’s how I met your grandpa: through a love of books.”
“What a great story, Grandma! Can you tell me another one?”
“Oh, Julie, your grandma is all tired out now. Maybe another time.”
And with that, I put little Julie to bed, kiss her goodnight, and close the door. She soon falls asleep.
“Sweet dreams, my little one.”

Have a great day // Thanks for reading :)


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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Mercy {A Sunday Devotional}

Do you love mercy?

He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

~ Micah 6:8 ~

God wants us to show mercy to others. Not to just do it, but to love doing it. Merriam Webster;s dictionary defines Mercy in 3 ways:
1. A compassion or forbearance shown to an offender.
2. A blessing that is an act of divine favor or compassion.
3. Compassionate treatment of those in distress.

Our days are filled with chances to show mercy to others. We can show mercy by forgiving our friends, even if we would rather hold a grudge. We can show mercy by helping our mom clean the house because she is stressed out or not feeling well, even if we would rather go out with our friends. We can show mercy by volunteering at a homeless shelter or soup kitchen. There are so many ways that we can show mercy.

Showing mercy is an act of humility. It's giving up the right to hold a grudge or spend time doing what you want to do. It's saying  that we acknowledge that everyone needs help sometimes and everyone makes mistakes. God had mercy on us, and we want to do the same for others.

When we show mercy to others, we are showing our true beauty in Christ. We are letting the mercy that he has shown to us shine out on others. So I encourage you today to show your true beauty to others, by loving mercy.

Reflection:
Do you show mercy to others on a regular basis? Do you do it out of love for mercy or obligation?

Application step:
Today, look for opportunities to show mercy to others.

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Saturday, June 22, 2013

Made to Inspire #3
















Happy Saturday! :)

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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Interview with Hannah

1. What are your hobbies?
My hobbies are reading, writing, blogging, swimming, horseback riding, and hanging out with my friends. :)

2. What do you like about my blog?
I love all of your posts, they are so fun and interesting! I also love the author of the posts. ;)

3. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?
Hmm... I would love to fly or be invisible! 

4. Would you rather read or write?
That's so hard... but I think I'd have to say read, though I love to write too. :)

5. What is the best piece of advice you have ever received?
"Just be yourself." 

6. Dog or cat?
Dogs! :)

7. City or country?
That is so hard... I live in the city, and love how convenient it is to get places, but my grandparents live in the country, and I love how peaceful and pretty it is there. I like both. :)

8. What are you most looking forward to in life?
I really want to get married, and have a family. Oh, and I'd love to be an author! :)

9. Favorite season?
Summer, definitely!

10. If you had 1 million dollars, what would you do with it? 
I would save half of it, donate a fourth, and spend a fourth of it! :)

Thanks Hannah! :) Be sure to visit her blog here. If you would like to be interviewed, check out the "Interviews" page!

Have a great day! :)

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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

"Dad's Home!" ~ A Short Story


The late afternoon sun warmed me up as I followed Kinley around the house and into the backyard. Even though it was 6:00 PM, the sun was not letting up and I felt hot and sticky with sweat. Kinley turned his head around once to make sure I was coming, and then took off towards Erica.

"I'm coming, Kinley!" I picked up my pace.

I soon came upon Erica. She had her headphones in, and was picking blackberries. It was still early in the year for them, but I'm sure we could find some sweet ones somewhere along the fence.

The blackberry bush stretched all along the fence dividing our neighbor and us. Every summer, we would come down and pick them. There were never enough to make blackberry jam or pie, so we collected them for dinner or just ate them on the spot. They tasted so good when they were ripe!

Kinley, Erica and I began our search. I went down the line, slowly, looking for black. There were some black berries, but most of them weren't ripe enough and still had a red tint to them.

The first couple of berries I bit into were too sour. Kinley pricked his nose on a thorn. Erica gave up and wandered off, nodding her head to her music. But I kept looking. I touched each blackberry I came upon, testing to see if it was big and squishy enough. I dropped a couple for Kinley so he wouldn't feel left out.

I eventually came to the end of the line. There were only a couple more to check. I felt the first one. Too hard. The second one was too small. But the third one was just right. I popped it in my mouth and the flavor exploded in my mouth. It was one of the best berries I had ever tasted! It was so sweet, I could almost taste the sun rays that had ripened it.

"Mmm, mmm! Now that's a good berry!"

Kinley wagged his tail and I let him lick my berry stained fingers. Then, I heard a car. No, not a car, a truck. My dad's truck! I turned to see my dad drive up our lane after a day at work. Kinley immediately chased after him, barking happily, and I followed. Dad was home!

When my dad comes home, it's one of the best feelings in the world. I don't know how to explain it, but seeing him just feels me with joy. I felt like a little girl again when he opened the car door and I threw my arms around him.

"Welcome home, Dad! Happy Father's Day! I love you!"

And with Kinley by our side, we walked inside together to get ready for dinner.

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This is a (mostly) true story that happened last June. I hope you enjoyed it. :)

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