Good Sabbath, everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying itttttt. Please view the features AND the Sabbath Story below. ^^
TODAY’S SUNDAY PICTURE is by
What a beautiful, delightful picture of Christ! It warms my heart.
TODAY’S REGULAR FEATURES:
I really like this new style you have been using, hun. I really like the silly emotion face and I think you are improving a lot. Plus, it’s a happy picture. ^^
Ahh! I love this picture! The expression, the pose---the perspective is just an amazing piece!!!! The skirt has just great flare and it’s just a beautiful piece.
Because we could all do with a little Randomness Tonberry.
Eileen, you made this hard to choose!!! << I love the setup, the colors, and especially the outfit. The braids are sooo kickbutt.
It was also hard for me to pick a piece for you! I love the colors. Everything about this says, “Kid! Fun!” it’s really just perfect---all the textures you used, etc. Totally schway.
I’ve always loved this one. The reflection, the angle are just perfect for this piece. I love the textures and the clothing.
I think this picture shows a lot of improvement. The lines are smooth and I really like how the checkered tile contrasts with the picture. I really like the curtains as well.
I love the vivid emotion in this piece. It’s zesty with the fur on end. I like the added little mushrooms, too, a lot.
TODAY’S SABBATH STORY:
“Bamboo”
Author Unknown
Once upon a time, in the heart of the Western Kingdom, lay a beautiful garden. And there, in the cool of the day, the Master of the garden was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the most beautiful and most beloved was gracious and noble bamboo. Year after year, bamboo grew yet more noble and gracious, conscious of his Master’s love and watchful delight, but modest and gentle withal. And often when the wind came to revel in the garden, Bamboo would cast aside his grave stateliness, to dance and play right merrily, tossing and swaying and leaping and bowing in joyous abandon, leading the Great Dance of the garden, Which most delighted the Master’s heart.
Now, once upon a day, the Master himself drew near to contemplate his Bamboo with eyes of curious expectancy. And Bamboo, in a passion of adoration, bowed his great head to the ground in loving greeting.
The Master spoke: “Bamboo, Bamboo, I would use you.”
Bamboo flung his head to the sky in utter delight. The day of days had come, the day for which he had been made, the day to which he had been growing hour by hour, the day in which he would find his completion and his destiny. His voice came low: “Master, I’m ready. Use me as Thou wilt.”
“Bamboo,” – The Master’s voice was grave --- “I would have to take you and cut you down!”
A trembling of great horror shook Bamboo…”Cut …me… down ? Me.. who thou, Master, has made the most beautiful in all thy Garden…cut me down! Ah, not that. Not that. Use me for the joy, use me for the glory, oh master, but cut me not down!”
Beloved Bamboo,”—The Master’s voice grew graver still—“If I cut you not down, I cannot use you.”
The garden grew still. Wind held his breath. Bamboo slowly bent his proud and glorious head. There was a whisper: “Master, if thou cannot use me other than to cut me down.. then do thy will and cut”.
“Bamboo, beloved Bamboo, I would cut your leaves and branches from you also”.
“Master, spare me. Cut me down and lay my beauty in the dust; but would thou also have to take from me, my leaves and branches too?”
“Bamboo, if I cut them not away, I cannot use you.”
The Sun hid his face. A listening butterfly glided fearfully away. And Bamboo shivered in terrible expectancy, whispering low: “Master, cut away”
“Bamboo, Bamboo, I would yet… split you in two and cut out your heart, for if I cut not so, I cannot use you.”
Then Bamboo bowed to the ground: “Master, Master… then cut and split.”
So did the Master of the garden took Bamboo… and cut him down… and hacked off his branches… and stripped off his leaves… and split him in two… and cut out his heart.
And lifting him gently, carried him to where there was a spring of fresh sparkling water in the midst of his dry fields. Then putting one end of the broken Bamboo in the spring and the other end into the water channel in His field, the Master laid down gently his beloved Bamboo… And the spring sang welcome, and the clear sparkling waters raced joyously down the channel of bamboo’s torn body into the waiting fields. Then the rice was planted, and the days went by, and the shoots grew and the harvest came. In that day Bamboo, once so glorious in his stately beauty, was yet more glorious in his brokenness and humility. For in his beauty he was life abundant, but in his brokenness he became a channel of abundant life to his Master’s world.
-- "You know, Alan, Bev is the woman of my dreams." "Why?" "She's an angel in bed and a whore in the kitchen." "I thought it was the other way around." "Not yesterday night."
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This is the best kind of person to talk to: someone who is willing to take an honest look at the evidence. Being willing is essential. Evidence cannot convince the unwilling.
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R.I.P: Queenie
2008 - 2009
One of the greatest puppies I ever had. I always will remember you, my widdle puppy.
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Be grateful for the life that you have.
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"You know, Alan, Bev is the woman of my dreams."
"Why?"
"She's an angel in bed and a whore in the kitchen."
"I thought it was the other way around."
"Not yesterday night."
[Danny Crane and Alan Shore, in "Boston Legal"]
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Be grateful for the life that you have.
That story about the bamboo was really sweet. ♥
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Indeed.
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Be grateful for the life that you have.
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This is the best kind of person to talk to: someone who is willing to take an honest look at the evidence. Being willing is essential. Evidence cannot convince the unwilling.
-- Norman L. Geisler, Frank Turek, David Limbaugh
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Be grateful for the life that you have.
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Rawr! Pheer meh! D:<
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