Tuesday, December 23, 2014

I didn't just post

I was reading one of my Celebrate Musical's Week posts and saw a spelling mistake. I fixed it, updated the draft, and for some reason it made it look like I'd just posted that. So in case you were wondering, I didn't just post.
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Celebrate Musicals Week: Why I chose My Fair Lady

It's Celebrate Musicals Week! (A great idea, by the way, Miss Dashwood). I love musicals. I grew up singing Oklahoma!, South Pacific, The King and I, and Sound of Music songs. My mom is a musical lover. We try to watch  a new one every summer (at least one, anyway). I don't recall the first time I watched Cinderella or Fiddler on the Roof,  but I do remember the first time I saw My Fair Lady.
My sister didn't like it. She wanted Eliza to end up with Freddie (now she thinks Eliza should ditch both of them!). But I liked it – though in the first few minutes I insisted (having had no experience with lovely Audrey Hepburn) that Eliza was the same actress as Mary Poppins (which is ironic because Julie Andrews did want the part and she played it on Broadway).
Cinderella was always my favorite when I was little. I remember getting it for my fifth birthday. To me, Leslie Ann Warren was Cinderella (never mind the Disney version... I liked her, too, but when I thought "Cinderella" I thought of "A lovely night" and "Ten Minutes ago" not little mice in shirts [which my sister thinks is slightly creepy – a girl forcing little mice to wear clothes, thinking she's "helping" them...]).
Anyway! :) I always loved Cinderella, and whenever we listened to our My Little Broadway CD, I insisted that "I Could Have Danced All Night" was from Cinderella! Of course, my sister told me otherwise, which made me insist all the more. . .
I rather wish I could choose two musicals... Cinderella will always be so special to me, but I just love My Fair Lady!
However, I have chosen. My Fair Lady it is! For many reasons, but I can't tell them all here, because why would you then read my other posts? You shall simply have to wait. :)
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Monday, December 22, 2014

Sleeping in Faith

Hello, my dearies. This is a season where people are focused even more than usual on "me, me, me" or even "me and my family" – a time when we'll soon be having the after Christmas letdown because it wasn't as perfect as we imagined it would be or we didn't get the gift we wanted. So, in this time of thinking all about ourselves and getting mopey, I wanted to share some praise. After all, we're called to give glory to God in everything and every time.
So here it is:
Last year, I struggled with insomnia – it could take me hours to fall asleep. Sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night and it again might take me two hours to get back to sleep. When I was having trouble sleeping, I felt so anxious and alone, because I was the only one in the house who was awake. I would get really hot and my head would start to ache terribly, and sometimes I would even feel nauseous.
And each night when it was time to get ready to go to bed, I didn't want to because I was so worried it would take me a long time to fall asleep again. It was a vicious cycle. The more I worried about it, the more likely it was to happen. The longer I stayed awake, the more likely I was to get nauseous (because of getting hungry and having a head ache), and therefore it would take me longer to get to sleep.
I share a room with my sister. When I was in the midst of dealing with this (in the summer), we were remodeling our room, so for a while our mattresses were just on the floor. I would want to push them closer together and sometimes would call out to her to see if she was awake, so I wouldn't feel so alone. But when I called out and she didn't answer, that was always worse than not saying anything. When she would want to go sleep in the guest bedroom to have some alone time, I wouldn't want her to leave.
I'm not saying all of this so you'll feel sorry for me, or anything like that. I'm saying this so you'll understand what a struggle it was for me. To this day, I can't drink Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime tea because it reminds me of several times of getting up in the middle of the night and drinking tea in hopes it would make me fall asleep quicker.
Little did I know, I was not alone. One night, after we'd gotten our beds back, my sister went to sleep in the guest bedroom. My mother came in and I told her what I was feeling – anxious and alone, again. I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was something to the effect that I was not alone. When I felt alone I could just talk to God. Of course I'd heard this thousands of times and probably told myself the same thing, but for some reason it clicked that night. She also reminded me that counting your blessings is a great way to fall asleep.
So I did. As I fell asleep, seemingly alone in the room, I whispered all the things I was thankful for to Jesus. And since that night, I've never struggled with insomnia or anxiety like that again. I've slept alone plenty of times – and I don't care. Once in a while, I'll have trouble falling asleep again, but I don't experience the soul-capturing anxious feelings that kept me in bondage before.

Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress. He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away their chains. Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men, for he breaks down gates of bronze and cuts through bars of iron.
(Psalm 107:13-16)

I know that in God's time I'll fall asleep, and in meantime, I can have long conversations with him that maybe I didn't get time for that day. What was a curse can be a blessing. Paul talks about "walking by faith" in II Corinthians; well, I can now "sleep by faith" because of Jesus.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests! I hope that this time instead of being all about you can be one of drawing near to Jesus and learning of his peace in anxiety and his love amidst trouble. What can you praise God for today?

Merry Christmas!
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Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Plot Bunny Strikes Again!

A.K.A., I have a new idea for a story. Here's a snippet.

It was men’s voices that she heard. Of course, one would be the master, but who could the other one be? Mrs. Cox paused with her tea tray and leaned her head against the door to listen.
“I only came for some rest, sir.” The unfamiliar voice was strange in Mrs. Cox’s ears; she hadn’t heard another voice for ever so long.
“No, you didn’t! That’s a lie.” The master.
The stranger was smart. He didn’t try to deny it.
“I don’t know if I can let you leave. You may be a danger.”
“Please, sir, I have a family I must return to,” the stranger’s voice was ever-so-slightly strained.
“Sure you do. And what are their names? Falsehood and Deception?”
“I have two sons, full-grown strapping boys. And a daughter, nearly a lady now.”
“A daughter?” There was an almost imperceptible change in the master’s voice; only one as familiar with his gruff tones as Mrs. Cox was would have noticed. “How old?”
“Seventeen, and very beautiful. If I’m not there to look after her, she might be stolen away by any sort of man.”
“Well, then, I shall let you go,” the master replied. “On this condition: that your daughter returns as my captive in your place.”
Forgetting her master’s uncanny hearing, Mrs. Cox gasped.

“Why don’t you bring in the tea instead of listening at the keyhole?” Her master called. As always, she obeyed.

This is from The Castle of Caliour, a Beauty and the Beast retelling (if that isn't apparent).
I must fly to finish it, so au revoir.
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