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David had kittens…again!


Yes, you read right! Many of you probably remember that last Spring, our cat David (who is actually a girl…) had an adorable batch of kittenpaws, one of which I kept (The Moon). Well…two and a half weeks ago she had s’more. She literally always has the cutest dadgum kittens on the PLANET! Lookee!!

(Sorry about the small images– my internet is too slow to upload bigger ones…*facepalm*)

There are three grey kittens, one black with white paws, and one calico. One of the grey ones is hiding under the bed in the above picture. 😛
We call this little darling ‘Bella’, and try not to get too attached…
The flash makes this little dude cross-eyed!! XD
My youngest brother calls this black and white one ‘Otis’. Doesn’t it suite him?
One of the greys. *hearteyes*
“I am darkness.” ~Otis the Insanely Adorable
Me and the friendliest grey. Love this little dude!
Run away!!

Aren’t they just the cutest!! What so hard about your cat having kittens, is that it doesn’t matter how many kittens you’ve seen in your lifetime– it is so hard to not get attached! I mean– who needs Pinterest when you have that kind of cuteness right in your house?!

Be sure to give them a warm welcome in the comments below! Sorry I haven’t been posting a ton [ahem, a.k.a not at all] lately– I’ve been very busy with my new job (which I LOVE, by the way). But I’ll try and pop back on here whenever I have a minute!

Lots of love!

Magaidh

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10 Creative ideas to keep you happy while you’re stuck at home 🌼// ‘Caption This’ Contest!


Hi everyone! I’m back and this time with 10 creative ideas that you can test out while you are stuck at home. 😊

  • Write a haiku.
  • Write down ten things you’re thankful for on sticky notes, and stick them on the wall next to your bed.
  • Write a short fantasy story and read it to your younger siblings (if you have them🙂)
  • Memorize a short psalm.
  • Sew a pretty change purse by hand. Maybe even embroider your name on it!
  • Send a letter to an old friend. Don’t forget to decorate the envelope!
  • Take a picture of a bird. 🐦
  • Polish your church shoes. (Believe me–this is SO satisfying!)
  • Start learning a new language. (It’s more fun than you think!)
  • Give your mom a hug.♥️

What keeps you afloat while you’re stuck at home?


Now it’s time for something a little different–you could make this number eleven on the list, if you like.🙂 I’m going to put up some of my photography below, and you get to caption it! Please put your name, the photo number and your caption in the comments below, and the winner of each photo will get their name and blog name listed with their winning caption in a post of winners! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Photo No. 1
Photo No. 2
Photo No. 3
Photo No. 4

Looking forward to seeing your entries! This is going to be fun… 😁

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The Death of a Pet


I once had a pet lizard called Legolas Greenleaf.  He died a little over a year ago. Legolas was just an ordinary Green Anole like the ones you can find every day around your house in the South, in fact, he was far uglier than the usual specimens.  So me, however, he was more beautiful than them all, because I loved him, and he came to me right at the time when I needed something to love.

The day I got him was quite ordinary, as extraordinary days usually are…I think I was in my room reading a book.  Suddenly my younger brother busted into the room saying “Elizabeth!  Samantha (our cat) dug up a lizard!  Do you want to rescue it?”  Of course, I got up and followed him in a hurry; I loved rescuing animals.  It was mid-October, and rather chilly, so Legolas had been in hibernation.  Sometimes (as I later found out) cats will sniff them out and dig them up to eat them…which is what Samantha (who I love in all other respects) had done.  Poor Legolas was quite scratched up, freezing cold, and completely dazed, so he made no effort to escape as I picked him up and carried him inside.

I cleaned his cuts up with hydrogen peroxide on a Q-tip for the next few weeks, fed him, and put him in my best terrarium.  In just a few months he became my favourite pet.

Throughout his life Legolas proved himself to be one of the most patient creatures in existence.  He had to live with a variety of irritating frogs, who, I discovered, had an insolent habit of occasionally sitting on his back (don’t ask why…), and sometimes even other male lizards (it was stupid for me to put them together; don’t do it!  It’s a miracle they didn’t kill each other!).

The last year of his life, though, Legolas lived alone in a tiny travel carrier, travelling all over the world with me.  One day, I ran out of crickets for him, and he really needed to eat.  It was then that I taught him to do the coolest thing; I would take him out on my hand (there was no need to restrain him; he wouldn’t try to escape), and put him up next to a bug, and he would eat it!  From that day on I never had to purchase crickets again!

The most special thing about Legolas, though, was that he was mine.  Mine to train, mine to love, mine to care for.  It was a big responsibility, certainly, but it was so worth it.  I learned so much from him, just by observing him I came to know so much about reptiles.  It helped me through tough times to, because instead of worrying so much about myself, I had him to look after.

Legolas died happily, of old age, and is buried in the woods beside a beautiful pond.  I miss him, but I am glad God gave me the time I had with him.  The Lord’s creation is truly amazing!

 

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Legolas Greenleaf

Legolas hanging upside down (:
My lizard has crazy habits…

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Poems For Friends


Abby

Poems For Friends

Here begins a series of poems for friends!  Each poem will be listed under the elven alias. (:

I hope you enjoy them!

For Arannä Llachmîr

 

Through many years has our friendship held steadfast,

like a mighty oaken beam or a tall well-wrought mast.

This to is the gift of God,

and you a jewel of God to me blessed;

a flaming jewel of zeal for our Lord.

Together too, we wield the Spirit Sword,

together do we learn the truth in God’s Word,

as iron sharpens iron, we together grown in truth.

As friends we have been in our youth,

I pray we be the same in old age,

’till we meet in Heaven,

at the end of all days.

 

 

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The Lonesome Three


Green Light

On the fair open plain,

where the flowers bloom time and again,

there is a tall tree amidst the field,

and under it sit the Lonesome Three.

Across the ragged sea of glacier ice,

bathed in a bitter cold not at all nice,

there is a deserted ship wreck,

though not quite deserted,

for there sit the Lonesome Three.

In the forest thick of trees;

air filled with the buzzing of bees,

up on a tall thick branch,

there sit the Lonesome Three.

Atop the beautiful mansion-house,

where everyone tip-toes like a mouse,

there is a tower at which I gaze,

can it be?  There I see

the Lonesome Three.

~Magi

Do you have any ideas about what the Lonesome Three are?

I still don’t know!

Let me know what you think in the comments!


Sweet Smile

Little Maiden, eyes so bright,

what are you dreaming of,

on your walk tonight?

You have a mysterious light in your eyes,

some cherished thought, hidden and disguised.

What do you think her answer will be?

Write the last line to the poem in the comments!

Also (just for fun), what do you think the girl’s name is?

Finish the Poem!


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He is the son of David,

the heir of Jesse’s son,

He is our mighty Savior,

He has now for us come.

Yet He will not come in the clouds,

nor with Heaven’s trumpets blasting,

but to a lowly stable bed,

a child, to raise the living and the dead.

~Magi

Our Lord: A Poem


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As I draw near to the end of this tale;

as I read back on all the times I did try, yet fail,

and I all the days I did smile, and my heart grew steady, and hale,

I see how the hand of the Lord moves,

I see how his wonderful plan goes,

and it is a great lesson of trust in a time of need.

He is ever swift to listen and to hear;

He is ever speedy to answer the prayer,

and I realize that all through these tearful pages,

still my Lord was near.

Sometimes when things seem hopeless,

they are really a herald of hope,

for our Lord doesn’t simply help us cope,

but He gives us triumph over fear.

So with every tear you shed,

and every longing prayer whispered quietly in bed,

remember that the Lord is near;

He hears and knows your every fear,

He sees ever word you write,

and every repentant cry in the night.

Even the king’s heart is as water in His hand,

He knows the names of the stars,

and the numbers of the sand.

He knows the days ahead,

He sees the days behind,

so let your own words always you remind,

our Lord doth love, our Lord doth hear,

and the Lord ever in our hearts and our homes,

is near.

~Magi

 

 

The End of A Diary: A Poem