Trust and Obey

You know, that song couldn't have been written the other way around. I have two reasons:

First: it would not have had an even rhythm, "trust and obey", as apposed to "obey and trust"

Second: trust bring obedience, not the other way around. It could have been called "Trust then Obey". Obedience is the evidence of trust. Trust is not the product of obedience.

Shelia and Vincent

Once upon a time there was a short, but charming, Prince.
There also was a tall, but beautiful, Princess.

One day they each set out on a quest. The Princess's boat was overtaken by a terrible storm. She soon found herself suspended from one of the beams sticking out of the main mast.

The prince, hearing her cries of distress, hurried to her aid. He steered his ship right into the thick of the mess, and, grabbing a rope, swung down and -
Whacked into the mast.
The princess lost her grip and fell down down into the frothing waters. The prince, still holding the rope, dived in after her. He caught her and had his men pull him back on board his ship. After dumping her on the deck, he jumped to the wheel and, crying, "Let's get out of here!" successfully got them out.

Then the princess started coughing, so he sprang back down to where she was. She opened her eyes and instantly sprang up. "Where am I?" she wondered, quite loudly.
"Why, on my ship of course," answered the prince.
"And who are you?" she asked
"I am Prince Vincent, I rescued you from the ship wreck," answered the prince, "Who are you?"
"I am Princess Shelia," the princess answered, "I am very thankful. Could you tell me if this boat is headed anywhere in the direction of the Kieray Ruins and if not, how I could find a vessel that is?"
"Today happens to your lucky day," Vincent answered, "That happens to be exactly where I am going."
"It is!" Shelia cried, "Oh, that is so fortunate! You see, I am - was - engaged to a prince, but he died in a great fire a few weeks ago. LeEtta, my guardian (who happen's to be a fairy) said that I must go and fetch some 'lost stones' from there so she can choose for me a new prince."





"You know," Vincent cried, "That is not unlike the reason I am going! I was engaged to a princess, and she died in great earthfall. Roonto, my guardian (He's of the elves), said I needed some 'Lost Jewels' for the same reason"
"What a strang coincidence," Shelia remarked.

Time passed and they were soon at the entended location. The first thing either of them noticed were the people, especially the women. They were dressed oh so strangly. The women were wearing pants and - gasp - shirts that did not cover them completely. They talked funny too. The princess figured the accent out, finally, and translated the speach to Vincent. This is the story, as she understood it, of the place.

The place used to be two magnificent castles. A princess would live in one and a prince in the other. The two of them were said to have owned magic items. They never saw each other untill the day of their marriage. However, one night, a dreadful earthquake occured and caused an earthslide to destoy the princess and fire to to destroy the prince. That was five hundred years ago. Now they were excavating the place, looking for clues to the past. Shelia asked permissio to search for something, this was granted.

They went first to where the jewels were supposed to be and - they wern't there. So they went to where the stones were supposed to be. They wern't there either.

Then Vincent noticed some jewels around Shelia's neck. Shelia noticed some stones around Vincent's. "That's what I'm looking for!" They yelled at the same time. Each then asserted that they had had their string ever since they had been choosen for their position.
It was Shelia who finally figured things out. The prince and princess who had lived there had each been placed under a spell that made them sleep for five hundred years.
And they weren't just any one.

They were themselves.

Vincent soon caught on.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Shelia.
And they ran off into the sunset and lived happily ever after.

car accident

Mom, Aunt Karen, Matthew, Joel, Esther, and LaRue were in a car accident this afternoon. They were hit by an 18-wheeller. I think they hit a pole 'cause they nocked out the electricity on the whole street. LaRue is in the most danger of all us. The truck driver is the one we are concerned about. They had a flight-to-life readdy to take him the moment they had him out. If he survives - well, he's going to get the blame, and probably loose his job.

They're taking LaRue to a bigger hospital. She's got a big bump on her head they're worried about. The car they were in was totalled. It got hit right where Joel was sitting. It's a miricle that's he survived as well as he did. Grandma took him to her house when they let him go with the instructions that she was to bring him back if he starts throwing up.

You know, this is a momentus occasion - Joel's finally been seen by a doctor.

I'm not sure what the conditions of Aunt Karen, Mattew, and Esther are.

We would appreciate prayers.

New sister

Last Tuesday, Mom went to her midwife appointment. No big deal, that's something she did every Tuesday. What was the big deal, however, was that it was taking a long time for her to get back and the two younger children Vannan, K, and I had been left with were starting to wake up from their naps. Since I was the only one who had Mom's cell phone number memorized, I was the one to call.

Mom told me that things were not looking good and that they were talking about a C-section. (She also told me to give the littles clay to keep them busy.) I sent Vannan to make pudding for snack while I kept an eye on the littles. And started packing my school stuff.

Not long after, Aunt K, who had driven Mom to the appointment, called. We needed to pack fast because Uncle S would be there soon (along with themselves) and would take us to the hospital. I took V off the pudding (thinking K would stay on it) and onto packing. We never got our snack. V wanted to know how I could be so calm, I told her I wasn't. I just knew how to pull myself together.

The two cars soon got there, and we started packing. Then Dad got here so we played fruit basket upset. Then we went to the hospital.

The doctor decided that he would keep Mom over night and attempt a VBAC (since mom had a C-section once) in the morning. Vannan doesn't like hospitals, Dad had some lessons to take for his new job, so guess who got to stay over night at the hospital? (other than Mom)

Me.

The hospital is not the place to get a good night's sleep.

Dad arrived the next morning (Vannan was with Grandma and Grandpa). They got Mom into labor and a bit later, V and Gma showed up.

To make long story short, Mom yelled alot, and I buried myself in the book I am writing. Dad said I ought to become a news reporter. I told him that what I was writting was worlds away and a diversion, not a focus. It did make the yelling abit quieter. (for me any ways)

My new sister was born at 2:19 on October 14. She weighed 7lb. 12oz. and was 19.75 inches long. She is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute!

Art Project 1 - Shading with a Colored Pencil

From Drop Box