Concerning Snacks, Lent, and Inflamed Thyroids

Life demands a lot.

I guess I knew that before this year, but I guess you could say that it just “sank in.” Since turning fifteen last month, I’ve learned a lot of different things about life. Life has become…how can you say this without saying the word “dutiful?” I’ve taken on a lot more tasks these past few months, and I suppose that’s why this blog has been crying out for a post.

It all started on March the first: Ash Wednesday. I was very excited for the season of Lent to fall upon us, and I was just as anxious to fast “something.” I decided on snacks. That was hard enough to make me really pray and seek my Savior for the things that really mattered in our relationship. {I say hard enough because you people really don’t understand how many snacks I eat. I’m a hobbit when it comes to food. I eat breakfast, then I eat second breakfast, then I have elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper.

Ok, not literally, but seriously, I eat a LOT of snacks because I have a thyroid problem which always makes me hungry.}

Considering that, I was going to have LOTS of time to pray and seek the Lord during Lent. I carried myself well until Sunday when Mumsie Mum offered me a tortilla chip she had just fried up for dinner. It was a sample. It wasn’t a meal, so it was a snack in my mind. I instantly freaked out.

“No thanks, Ma. I’m good,” I replied innocently with a smile on my face. She scrunched her face. I never refused a taste-test. “No, here, try some,” she urged. I smiled again, a little uncomfortably, and said, that it was alright. In the end Ma was offended and I ended up having to divulge my secret and spill the beans about fasting snacks.

Worst move.

It turned out that Mom thought it was a heart-felt fast and a good one, but when one’s thyroid is out o’ whack, you can’t starve yourself; when you’re hungry, you MUST eat. So, I decided to give up fasting snacks.

I tried fasting second helpings at dinner, but I crashed and burned.

It was essentially impossible to fast for Lent, and I felt utterly despondent and defeated. I couldn’t possibly be right with God if I wasn’t fasting for Lent! Come on! This is Lent! I kept thinking “I need to fast something, I need to fast something…” but kerplunk. As soon as my thoughts took off, they fell right back down again.

So, here’s what I did in retaliation to my predicament: I skulked about and walked like a hunch-backed person. Kicking myself (not literally 😛 ) whenever I thought about Lent and how everyone fasts during this season. I couldn’t fast, and now the Lord wouldn’t see my love for Him. I continued to feel this way until Mom opened up the Bible and read from Matthew chapter nine, verse thirteen. Jesus re-quoted a verse from the book of Hosea:

For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings.

– Hosea 6:6 NIV

It really hit home for me, as I had been stressing about not fasting for Lent. I love Jesus, I know I do. I thought that fasting would prove to Him and maybe even myself that I did love Him. Because of this passage, however, I realized that all God wants is my heart. He sees my love for Him, and He knows that I want a deeper relationship with Him, and I don’t need to fast to pray for those things. I can still pray for them whether I’m fasting or not.

One of those things that Christ has shown me is to have grace on myself. I won’t go to hell and He won’t abandon me because I’m not fasting for Lent. Just because I feel sick from thyroid ailments and can’t serve in Children’s Ministry doesn’t mean I’m an evil person. The Lord desires mercy, not sacrifice. He wants me to love and observe Him rather than be the perfect Christian. He wants me to live my life for Him, and whatever comes my way, to accept the circumstances and carry myself as the young lady He has equipped me to become.

Jesus loves me this I know.

That line is one of my favorites, and I think it can be turned around to look like this:

I love Jesus, this He knows.

For my love will tell Him so.

Jesus knows that I love Him. He sees my heart that yearns to please Him and live in His ways. He knows all, and sees all and since He can see the inner depths of my soul, He can see my hunger and my thirst. I don’t have to prove my love to my Maker. He already knows everything. I don’t have to convince Him of my love.

I hope this encourages you, my dear readers! I feel as though a burden has been lifted off my shoulders and I can let go of legalism and unnecessary stress. Having a thyroid problem has been a gift from God. It’s shown me how to NOT be stressed. Before I knew my thyroid was inflamed, I was constantly stressing about everything. EVERYTHING. I’m not kidding, everything. Recently, however, I learned that high stress levels are bad for your thyroid. So, this has made me calm down. It’s made me totally “chillax.” Living life with no extra freak out moments and panic attacks has made my walk with Christ stronger and also, ironically, my thyroid. I am happy to declare that on my last visit to the doc’s office my thyroid was not inflamed.

Love ya,

Emily 🙂

P.S. Here’s a little cosplay update 🙂

So, this Friday is opening night for Beauty and the Beast! Eep, I am very excited! So, I’m getting last minute preparations done on the Village Belle. I’m not giving anything away until opening night (I’ll post picks then). Here’s one cute non-give-away picture for your enjoyment.

Haha, I know it’s pretty boring, but trust me, you’ll be glad I saved the finished product for Friday.

Love you!

I Shall Not Want

I bit my lip. I squirmed uncomfortably. I sighed. I knew no one else sitting in the chairs knew what my heart was feeling. But I did, and therefore I wanted to run and hide in a hole from the truth in my heart. What made me feel violently compelled to shrink away from my own soul? Perhaps it was what the speaker spoke. He spoke it with passion. “Our identity comes from being involved in our community and from good Christian relationships with other brothers and sisters!” In the back of my mind I was thinking, “Wait a sec, that doesn’t sound right…” and in the front of my mind I was thinking, “You need to be more involved in people and your church, girl!” When the last hymn was sung I bolted from the room in pursuit of my mother, who had left early because my little brother Joshua was getting fussy during the session. He lasted an hour without moving, but babies will be babies, I suppose. As I walked out of the building into the biting, bitter January bluster, I held my gloved hands up to my face to warm my freezing cheeks. “Was the speaker right?” I wondered. “Is it wrong to not be in a current friendship or deep relationship with another believer?”


That was the first of my always revolving thoughts. It haunted me awhile, and everywhere I went it always seemed like every speaker and pastor put such a HUGE emphasis on the Christian “community.” I’m not anti-social, but I’m in a season right now where it’s hard to get plugged in with a bunch of Christian peeps. I feel condemned very often for not being in a circle with lots of Christian familiars.

I’ve been working hard lately. High school is so overrated, for all you elementary and middle-schoolers who dream of high school. It’s not what Disney makes it out to be, trust me. Algebra, Geometry, Biology tests, essays, reports. It’s a lotta hard work, no kidding (my favorite subject, however, is probably literature…I’m in the process of reading the beautiful novel from eighteenth century England: Pride and Prejudice – it’s got to be my favorite read this year and one of my new all-time favorite books). Anywaaayyyyy, back on topic. I’m a busy girl. Plus, I’m an athletic girl. This spring is my first hunter jumper show season, so I’m getting cooking with my beautiful equestrian sport. I’m getting all set to work with my Dad in his logistics company, and I’ve got SAT’s this summer. *Exhaling for a brief moment.* It’s been so hard to get anything else done, and I’ve been trying to write this post for a while! I barely had time today!

In a nutshell, The Lord’s got me in a season right now (click HERE for a post about seasons) where it’s simply impossible to have some friends. But, whenever I got to church or hear a message on the radio, etc., I feel condemned for not being apart of relationships with other believers.

Christian friends are beautiful friends. I’m not against having friends. I wouldn’t mind some friends about now, trust me. But I’ve learned to let friends come into my path, not go out seeking them. I’ve learned to let them come to me. Let God lead them into my life. If He wants me to have a Sam Gamgee, then he’ll give me one. But for now, I’m without friends…or am I?

The truth suddenly dawned on me when I left the building into that biting, bitter January bluster. I had had it up to here, as my Ma would say, and I couldn’t tolerate that sinking feeling anymore. God knew that, and that’s why he gave me this thought: “Sometimes people are so concerned about the community outside of the house that they forget to see the community already in the house.” My heart leaped and I’m sure if my chest wasn’t there to push it down it would’ve soared beyond the moon. I turned to my mother, and told her of my newfound revelation and she rejoiced with me.

I had it.

The community given to us is the community we must serve.

The community God has given me at present is not a community outside my home. My community is my family. My Mum (lol, Ma), my Dad, my sister and my brothers. They are my friends. Friends that can never be taken away or friends whose ties can never be severed.

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Mother and Father of Asgard and Hulkie Me

What is so often missed is the community you are born into; the community of the family. If anyone can understand you more than you understand yourself, it is your mother who has already walked in your footsteps. If anyone can make you laugh harder than you ever believed you could, it’s your Father and your little brothers. If anyone with whom you can talk about handsome male persons of your liking and not feel ashamed, it’s your mother and your sister.

My duty is to Christ, my family, to the people whom I love (and that’s a lotta people!). I love them more than I could any friend or acquaintance. I share more with them than I would any other familiar or colleague in this world. They mean more to me than a thousand horses or a million dollars. I do believe I would die for them.

My dear friends, look to your family. They were the first friends that the good Lord ever gave you. The first person you ever locked eyes with was probably your father or mother.

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Families are so often overlooked, and yet they were the first system God ever created in human nature. My family has become precious to me more than ever and through God’s teaching and lessons, I have not want for any friends. God has been my shepherd and I am no longer in constant want. Let God bring them if he may, but for now I am content.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

– Psalm 23

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Beefy Bro Joshua

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When you have way too much fun taking selfies with your four-year-old brother.

What better friends could a girl ask for? Amen.

Namárië,

Emily 🙂

P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you guys how to pronounce Namárië. It’s Nah-marr-eeey-eh. Thanks guys. I’m a big Tolkien junkie…love ya

Welcome, 2017!

Hey, everyone!

Happy New Year! I hope y’all had a beautiful Christmas-y season! I kept telling myself to write a Christmas/New Year post, but I was literally swept away with the tide and every time I got myself set to blog, something happened. I haven’t heard any news of what to blog about in my daily worships in the OLGMC (over-sized lime green moon chair), so I’m still waiting for a good topic. I know I’ve been MIA for a month, but I can tell the Lord’s cooking up something good to teach me, so sit tight. Also, the Legolas Cosplay Tutorial is just about finished being cooked up, so I’m excited! Getting ready for POTC in May, guys and I’m debating whether or not Beauty and the Beast is happening in March. I’ve got my fifteenth birthday next month on the thirteenth, so totally stoked! I’ll keep you guys posted, so stay tuned…God has got some good stuff he’s gonna divulge this year! Yippee-kai-yay (LOL, Mom)!

In Christ,

Emily 🙂

Let Us Pray

“I would rather die than do something which I know to be a sin, or to be against God’s will.”

– Joan of Arc


Dear friends,

A few weeks ago (November sixth and the thirteenth) was the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church. I received an email from Blog for Asia on the twenty-first of November imploring me to write a post and make my readers aware of the intense persecution followers of Christ face in countries around the world. I haven’t written a Blog for Asia post in a while, for which I regret. But, I couldn’t let this one go. It has been literally pounding in my heart and has not been silenced ever since I received the email.

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So, I read a story.

It was a story that was not meant to be kept to oneself. It was a story meant to be shared. It was the story of a man. A man imprisoned for believing in the one true God.


His name was Roshan*. As a boy, he called himself a Christian, but never truly entered into a personal relationship with Christ. Despite this, he became the president of his youth group and the secretary of his church. In the village that he lived were a group of rebels who put an impending danger upon the hearts of all the villagers, including Roshan and his newlywed wife, Lalasa*. They fled to a village one hundred fifty miles away. In this village, Roshan and his wife became the parents of a son and a daughter. With more mouths to feed, Roshan was overwhelmed. He felt the need for a change.

When Roshan’s brother, Aran*, came home on break from Bible College, he would tell his brother often of the love Christ had for him. Suddenly, Roshan, along with his family, knew what change needed to be made. Roshan enrolled in Bible College. While there, he listened to many missionaries share their stories of the field. The more and more he listened to them, he too wanted to be a missionary and put his life on the line to share the love of Christ with others. That was exactly what he did.

He became a missionary and moved to a village. However, he was completely unaware that the same members of the rebel group he had fled from many years ago were scattered among the inhabitants of this village. But still, he went.

During the first year, he and his message were mocked at and shamed. It wasn’t until the year had passed, that Roshan’s endurance paid off. His ministry began to prosper and lives were changed. He began construction on a church.

Midway through the construction of the church, falsehoods about Roshan began to spread. Unknown to him, many said he was a member of the rebel group that resided in the village. While at the grocery store, Roshan was taken by police, asked questions, and before he could realize what was happening, was thrown into a cell. Lalasa continued construction on the church whilst her husband was away and frequently went to visit him.

While in prison, Roshan ministered to his fellow prisoners and began a prison ministry.

After two and a half years of life behind bars, Roshan was liberated. Him and Lalasa haven’t ceased to support and uphold their community in Christ. They are very aware of the risk they take, but they are even more aware that what they believe is worth any persecution they could ever face.

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*Names of people and places may have been changed for privacy and security reasons. Images are GFA stock photos used for representation purposes and are not the actual person/location, unless otherwise noted.

What do you feel? I know after I read Roshan’s story I felt almost ashamed. The price of Christianity is so much higher in other places in the world than it is here in America. The consequences of Christianity that millions face include shame, public embarrassment, called a lunatic, torture, and death. It made me think of the story of Joan of Arc.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.

– Joan of Arc

Now, you must know that Joan of Arc is my very favorite female figure in European history. Called by the age of thirteen by God to lead the people of France to freedom from the people of England, she was burned at the stake for witchcraft and heresy by the English at the age of nineteen. She triumphed victoriously and had the prince/dauphin of France crowned King, just as she said she would. Soon after she was burned, the Hundred Years’ War ended and France was free from English force.

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I feel that Joan is my very best friend, and when I heard what modern folks say about her, I wanted to avenge her. Today, Joan still burns on the stake of Hollywood, society, and history. Many make her look like a superstitious, raving lunatic who was never chosen by God at all but coincidentally.

It’s stories like Roshan’s and Joan’s that puts our lives into perspective. I was chosen for this task: the task of making my readers realize the excruciating and horrifying truth: millions around the world on this very day are tortured and imprisoned for their faith. They are mocked, laughed at, and made helpless.

Friends, it is our duty to pray fervently for our brothers and sisters who are persecuted daily for their faith. For that is who they are: our brothers and our sisters who live a world away from us. Men like Roshan are our brothers and women like Joan are our sisters. As their Christian family, we have an obligation to support them and stand with them in prayer. That is just what the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church is all about. Yet, it should not just be observed for two days in November, but everyday, for everyday they suffer.

Guys, I know I’m not usually this gloomy, but this must be something we all should be aware of. I urge and beseech you immaculately to pray regularly for our brothers and sisters who endure indescribable plights for the cross of Christ.

Join me in praying for at least five minutes a day for the persecuted brethren.

They are people just like you and me. Burning inside with a fiery passion for Christ, yet they are in danger for proclaiming it. What if that was me? Wouldn’t I be comforted to know that somewhere, across the ocean, a Christian just like me is praying for me and my family.

Let us pray,

Emily

Legolas Cosplay Photoshoot 2016

Ahhh, peeps. Soak it up, ’cause here it is! I finally got to it: The Official Legolas Cosplay Photoshoot. The tutorial will be released in a few days/next week, so be prepared for more awesomeness. Other than that, soak up these photos, people. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, too! P.S. I couldn’t use my arrows for this photoshoot just because the park authorities say you can’t carry without a permit. So, I don’t wanna break the law 🙂 . Anyway, enjoy:

 

 

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When your twin gets annoying… 🙂

 

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Legolas Greenleaf Cosplay: Complete 🙂 Thank you, Lord, for cosplay.

Farewell for now (Namárië),

Emily 🙂

 

The World is Ahead

 

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Property of Joshua Presidential Propaganda Campaign 2016

 

 

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Property of Joshua Presidential Propaganda Campaign 2016

Hello, everyone!

I am currently organizing my little one-year old brother Joshua’s Presidential Propaganda Campaign! Oh, didn’t I tell you? Yes, he’s running for President! As our commander in chief, he promises that he will give abundant rights to babies including the right to vote! He is very passionate about his cause. He feels he has a voice that must be heard.

Just kidding.

Except for the part about having a voice that wants to be heard (ask me later about him singing in church 😄 )


Change.

It happens to the best of us. We all must experience change.

Look at today: our country is having a change in leadership! Right now as I’m blogging the TV displays a part red, part blue map of our beautiful country, Wolf Blitzer rambling on and on about electoral votes, and John King poking and prodding at a map and circling key areas for the presidential nominees. In the midst of it, we prepare for a change in our country’s leadership that will endure for four long years. Even in my own life, change has occurred.

If you don’t know already, Colorado is one thousand miles away from my current location. I have moved on in life as I wrote about in my last post Carried on to CompletionI won’t say to where I have moved, but I will say this: it is hard. I miss it dearly, of course. Things are different, which is imminent. Change cannot be what it is without differentiation.


It began a few nights ago. I looked out the window and gazed as far as I could; to where the sky meets the land. “Perhaps that is where Colorado lies…how I miss it…” I pondered, reminiscing and remembering the tall, majestic mountains, clothed in forests of Ponderosa Pines and piercing the vibrant, clear blue sky that is only so brilliant at the high altitude of seven thousand feet. And Pikes Peak, oh, America’s Mountain. It’s bare summit sprinkled with snow even in summer, looming its giant shadow over Colorado Springs like a mighty guardian. How I miss it.

I looked out the window for some time until I decided that it was time to start reading my book. I picked up the novel titled The Sign Above the Door written by William Canfield; originally published in 1912. I began reading and read until my eyes grew tired and until the clock read 9:30.

I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly realized that I had forgotten to clean my eyes of mascara. I wasn’t sure if I had made much of a mask on my face, but I didn’t mind much. I strode to Mom and Dad’s room, hoping to find comfort as I told them of how I missed Colorado dearly. “Mom, I…I just miss our land. The five acres. I just miss it.” She smiled that sweet smile of hers and looked at me with compassion. “I know,” she answered. “But God has wonderful things for us here! This is where he brought us, isn’t it? I know, I miss the land too…and the mountains.” I could feel tears welling up in my eyes at Ma’s words and I knew that if I were to speak a word, my voice would crack. “I know,” I said in reply. Then, breaking the silence, she laughed and said,”Hey, what happened to your eyes? Did you do that on purpose?” My hands went to my eyes and suddenly I remembered that I had smeared my mascara! I looked in the mirror and realized that I had been transformed rapidly into a human raccoon. I laughed and a tear slid down my cheek. Dad smiled and so did Ma. I hugged both of them and my heart eased. “We’re going to be ok, don’t worry, Em.” I smiled, too and looked up at each of them, my eyes behind the mascara mask glittering. Dad patted my back and I bade each of them a good night and lumbered off sleepily to bed…making a stop at the bathroom first to wash off the smeared eye makeup.

I slept and thought more of Colorado until my eyelids couldn’t hold themselves up anymore and I drifted off to sleep.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.  I lifted my sleepy arm and slammed it down hard on the alarm clock. Snooze, you should know, is my favorite button on alarm clocks :).  

I waited for around ten minutes before sitting more like slouching up in bed and rubbing my eyes that looked more like slits. I picked my clothes from my dresser drawer, grabbed a towel from the closet, and took my shower.

When I emerged, dressed, makeup’d, and bright eyed ‘n’ bushy-tailed, I plopped down in my over-sized lime green moon chair and picked up my Bible. What I read brought me such comfort and reminded me of my conflict the night before.

 

Then they said to Him, “Why do the disciples of John fast often and make prayers, and likewise those of the Pharisees, but Yours eat and drink?” And He said to them, “Can you make the friends of the bridegroom fast while the bridegroom is with them? But the days will come when the bridegroom will be taken away from them; then they will fast in those days.” Then He spoke a parable to them: “No one puts a piece from a new garment on an old one; otherwise the new makes a tear, and also the piece that was taken out of the new does not match the old. And no one puts new wine into old wineskins; or else the new wine will burst the wineskins and be spilled, and the wineskins will be ruined. But new wine must be put into new wineskins, and both are preserved. And no one, having drunk old wine, immediately desires new; for he says, ‘The old is better.’”

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My favorite part of this passage was verse thirty-nine. “And no one…immediately desires new; for he says, ‘The old is better.'” I felt Christ showing me what I say. I have been given new wine and I don’t desire the new for I think the old is better. And now, the wineskins of Colorado are old. I cannot try to put my new wine in the old wineskins. I must put my new wine (this new life) into new wineskins, leaving the old wineskins behind for good.

My Dad pointed out a beautiful key fact about new wineskins. The new wine does not settle in the skins immediately. It takes a long time for the wineskins to become flexible and usable. Just like with me; I’m taking time to become accustomed to my new life.

And since that morning devotion, I’ve looked at things in a different light. No longer do I miss Colorado, and I thank God for changing my heart. I have moved on and advanced in ways I never could in Colorado!

Home is behind me, and the world is ahead. I’m ready to advance.

In Christ,

Emily 🙂

P.S. Half of this post was written yesterday during the election…please note that I am very aware Wolf and John are no longer rambling and pointing. 🙂

P.P.S. I will give you a hint as to where my family and I have moved: the state is in the USA and none of its borders border a major body of water (i.e. ocean, sea, bay, etc.). 😉

P.P.P.S. Over the last few weeks since my last post, it’s kind of been a while. I’ve missed you guys 😛 . I figured that y’all deserve an update. Especially regarding October 31st and the way I COMPLETELY recreated my Rey costume (for the 31st and for Rogue One).

First and foremost in regards to cosplay: Rey. It has been revamped. So, I am going to delete the post Star Wars Cosplay: Rey until I modify it to fit my recent fixes (just like I did with Tauriel in 2015…I’m actually considering recreating Tauriel again). It is a much more professional looking costume, but don’t worry, that doesn’t mean harder to make. 🙂

Here’s a couple of pictures for y’all:

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It may not look like much difference, but it was much cleaner and preppier than the original. The arm wraps I had to postpone because I only had three days (Fri, Sat, Sun) to revamp it. I also managed my hair much better:

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Here’s a couple pics we took as a family the day of Harvest!

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Me and Ally being dorky…that’s my lightsaber up in the top right corner…it wanted to be in the picture, too. Yes, I believe lightsabers have feelings 😛

 

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Ma and Dad: Batgirl and Batman!!!

 

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Tiger Josh

 

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Allison: Wore the Eowyn Dress I made last year…

 

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John: Spidey-man!!!

 

My totally awesome Darth Vader Pumpkin!!! Yes, I did carve that myself :)

My totally awesome Darth Vader Pumpkin!!! Yes, I did carve that myself 🙂

Ok, so that was more than a few :P.

 

Anywayyyy, I have really big news for you, guys!

THE LEGOLAS COSPLAY PHOTOSHOOT IS HAPPENING THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!

My elf ears came in the mail, I’m going to the party/costume superstore to buy some spirit gum, my mom has told me that this weekend we’re heading up to the mountains to take pictures!!! I am so stinkin’ pumped! I have been working on my elf-hair stylist savvy-ness! Savvy?

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Dork Alert 😛

Ahem.

Also, some more big news: regarding Mr. Dork Alert. Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales comes out May 2017!!! So, forget what I said about making Elizabeth’s navy costume, I’m actually doing the idea I had originally: Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner. It’s going to be so awesome; I’ll keep you guys posted 🙂 . The costume itself is generally going to look a lot like the one she wore on the island in Dead Men’s Chest (is it Dead Man or Men? Whatever). This one:

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Sorry, folks, but that’s the best one I could find. There simply isn’t a full body picture of this one. 🙂 Keira Knightley is so pretty. *(You can say that again)*. Ok, I will, Keira Knightely is so pretty. 😄

I’m still brainstorming for the Belle costume, so I’m not ready to give a big ol’ update yet…check out the post The Time that is Given Me for the most recent update…


So, enough cosplay updates. What about you? What are y’all gonna do about new wineskins? I’m ready to move on and let the old things pass away and embrace all things new.

 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

– 2 Corinthians 5:17

Amen. So be it.

Carried on to Completion

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One of the last few sunsets we beheld at our property in Colorado.

I first came to Colorado when I was eight years old; in actuality I was three months from being nine. My sister was six going on seven in August of 2011. Colorado has taught me so many lessons and loves that I shall never forget it. This post is a farewell to Colorado and a hello to a new world. A post about how Christ has used Colorado to impact my life for Him and why Colorado has found a place in my heart to call home. This post is to Colorado, to the mountains, and to the snow.


Colorado, how I love thee.

Your crisp fall mornings and winter snows. Your leaves of fall clothed in magnificent bronze, swaying gently in the autumn breeze. The drives through the winter wind, snowflakes drifting lazily down from above. The summer sun, blazing yellow, shining upon my skin and warming my soul. The spring blossoms, wildflowers of every color bursting forth and adding character to an open grassy field.

Colorado, how I love thee.

My brothers were birthed to life in your cold mountain air. You have brought them into my life and brightened my spirits with their joyful laughs and rambunctious playfulness. The ties with my sister you have braided into a three-fold cord. You have strengthened our relationship and given us freer moments together. My parents you have knit even tighter together and have shown me submission and obedience like never before. You have given me an even greater love an appreciation for them that is indescribable. All of us have loved you and none of us shall forget you.

Colorado, how I love thee.

The hunger for Christ—the desperate need—you have awakened in me. My equestrian passion you brought forth in my soul and the creative spirit of cosplay you have ignited. The pianist in me you have unlocked; the love for music you have divulged.

Colorado, how I love thee.

The strings you have knit in my family are strong. The lessons you have taught me about friends and family. Alas, the lessons I have learned are many—I shall not easily forget them.

Colorado, how I praise God for thee.

God has given to me the gift of Colorado—to learn from and love, to cherish and remember. God has given me Colorado to teach me lessons; lessons both rudimentary and cumbersome.

Colorado, how I shall miss thee. I bid thee a Last Goodbye.


But I shall not mourn forever. I say hello to my new world. I am leaving behind my old life and looking on ahead. I am ready to advance, to sojourn. I laugh at the days to come and my heart skips as I prepare for a new life…a new start. Indeed, I shall be a strange girl in a strange land, but I shall know who I am and shan’t forget it. I’m going on an adventure.

Until we meet again,

Emily 🙂

I am sure of this, that He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

– Philippians 1:6

I believe it. Amen.