Character Costume Challenge: Susan and Lucy Pevensie

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's your imagination."

"What is this place?" "...Narnia."

Dressed and ready for the conflict to come!

"No! Aslan cannot be dead!"

of the sunny southern slopes, I give you Queen Susan the Gentle.

to the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant.



"Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen"

Character Costume Challenge: Nancy Drew and George Fayne

Nancy Drew-Ace Detective and George Fayne-Sidekick Extraordinaire
And don't forget Togo!

No clue is safe when they're on the case!

Oopsie! 

"...George better come back with the cavalry and that is
one creepy hand!" 

When Nancy's in a jam, George comes in with a helping hand!

"I'm the blonde with the creepy hand and I know how to
use it!" Nancy- "Two can play at this game! Some times you
just need to take a stand...or have a friend with a music stand."

Case Solved! The blonde was a fake...and so was the hand!

Character Costume Challenge

Hello friends! I have a very fun idea that I think would really be fun for us all. I would like to challenge each of you to dress up as a favorite character from a book or movie and post pictures of yourself in different poses. I can't take credit for this idea, I have stolen it from some other blogging ladies who like to dress up as characters from their books. We are not all writers, so we will have to borrow some other characters, but if you would like to create a fictional character and give a little bio about her that would allowable as well. Post as soon as you like, I can't wait to see you all!.

This is the blog where I got my idea from. Go check it out sometime!
 http://enterthewriterslair.blogspot.com/

(Celina) Verse of the Day

1st John 3:1- See what great love the Father has lavished on us that that we should be called the children of God! And that is what we are!  The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him.

(Celina) Bible Study/ verse of the day

For my Bible study ever day, I read a chapter in the Bible.  I skip around a LOT but right now I am reading through Matthew.  I also have a little bible study book that is called God, Girls, and Getting Connected.  The bible studies themselves I don't really enjoy, they are not very long and aren't quite as bible oriented as I would want for my daily study.  But everyday they have a verse that they use in the study.  The verses are always good and ones that I would like to have memorized.  After I read the verse I try to find some sort of picture online that I could use to help me remember the verse, or just some sort of visual to use as the background of the verse.  I will open that picture in "paint" and type the verse over the top of it, then I will use that verse as the background on my computer all that day.  It is a fun way to help me remember the verse, because I am reading it, thinking about it to try and find some visual to go along with it, typing it out, and looking at it multiple times all day long- here is today's verse. 

Fifteen

This song has been on my heart for a while now. Partly because of its WONDERFUL message, and also because I'm experiencing a situation similar to it. Here's the lyrics to it. It's so powerful :)

I was sitting at the table 
As the waitress took our order 
In her eyes I knew that something wasn't right 
And before I saw it coming 
I was caught up in her story 
Of the storms that she had weathered in her life 
My friend said can we pray for you 
She said I think I'd like you to 
She walked away, we bowed our heads 
But then he turned to me and said 

If it takes fifteen times 
To hear about Jesus 
For someone to believe 
Wherever I stand in line 
I've got to make a difference 
In case it comes down to me 
'Cause, I may be the third, may be the seventh 
There may be years in between 
But what if I'm fifteen 
What if I'm fifteen 

Just a chapter in a story 
With the ending still unwritten 
Do they find the truth of Jesus after all As I listen for the whispers 
And I follow where they lead me 
I pray that I'll be faithful to the call 
If I'm who I'm supposed to be 
I know that God can work through me 
I may not understand it now 
But I believe somehow 

If it takes fifteen times 
To hear about Jesus 
For someone to believe 
Wherever I stand in line 
I've got to make a difference 
In case it comes down to me 
'Cause I may be the third, may be the seventh 
There may be years in between 
But what if I'm fifteen 
What if I'm fifteen 

God I don't want to miss the chances 
When you open the door 
What may seem so insignificant 
You see so much more 

If it takes fifteen times 
To hear about Jesus 
For someone to believe 
Wherever I stand in line 
I've got to make a difference 
In case it comes down to me 
'Cause I may be the third, may be the seventh 
There may be years in between 
But what if I'm fifteen 
What if I'm fifteen


Be blessed this week, sisters! :)

Catching Up :)

PEEPS! It's been a while :( But I'm excited to get back into this :) I've missed all my girlies!!

Anywho, I guess I'll letcha all know what's been going on over here :)

Lately, school has been taking up most of my time. 9th grade turned out to be a whole lot harder than I expected, and my old friend Procrastination keeps making his daily visit. I hope to be done soon though and then get on with summer! OH how I love summer. I tell my friends that the first day I miss summer is the first day it starts. (for those of you wondering...it's not really suppose to make sense..) My current favorite subject this year is...um. nothing. I literally take a big sigh of relief when I finish my last subject for the day...lame right? Ok..I take that back. I'm taking a New Testament class that is pretty cool. Last month was on witnessing to your friends, and at the end I got to write a pretend letter to a friend telling them my testimony and why accepting God is the best choice you'll ever make. It was really eye opening, and made me that more excited to go out and share the gospel. 

I've also been doing a lot of music. Piano that is. I FINALLY got past the "Piano is something I have to do" stage and now I'm like "PLEASE. MORE. PIANO. LESS. SCHOOL." Or just music in general. I will never be able to thank God enough for giving us music. It is endless in it's power...I just...wow. It leaves me speechless. I mean, how in the world can you make such...such huge SOMETHING out of pretty much nothing?! Take a few lines...a few million sounds and make...pure perfection. It's really breathtaking. I don't even have words! Yet I'm still rambling making no sense.. that's how music impacts me. It speaks a million voices when I can't say a word. God is so amazing. He's given us SO many powerful tools to share His CRAZY STINKING AMAZING  love that we will NEVER understand. EVER. Sometimes when I am upset, or so in love (with God, nature, my life..whatevs) but I don't know how to voice it, I'll sit down at the piano and just play whatever comes to mind. I heard a quote once that says:

God gave us music that we might pray without words. 

WHOA. That pretty much explains it all. So. Ignore that whole paragraph of rambling...that is pretty much what I was trying to say. :)

OH MY GOSH! I CAN'T forget to tell you all! I FINALLY got my permit!! I love driving SO much. Ask my parents..anytime I have the chance, they always hear a "can I drive?!?" from me.. :) No worries, no speeding from this chic for a while. I've actually been hearing quite a few "honey, you can go a lot faster.." from my mom and dad. I have a hard time keeping up with the speed minimum some times. Haha! Oh well.. I'll get there soon :)

From January through early March-ish I got to help coach a girls basketball team chuck full of kindergartners. Talk about craziness. It was a lot of fun at times. I dont regret doing it, but I have to say that after Thursday night practices I would crash on the couch out of pure exhaustion. 9 girls, anywhere from ages 5 to 7. Bows, ribbons, ruffle socks and LOTS of band-aids and water breaks. It was hard keeping an eye on a bunch of chaotic girls for an hour practice and an hour game, but I enjoyed getting minister to them. Little girls are SO impressionable, and I found myself having to watch a lot of the things I did. I can remember being that age, and even a little older and watching teen girls soooo closely. Ever move they made I worshiped. Their hair was always perfect and adorable, and they had SO MANY FREEDOMS! Now I'm like "oh, to be your age again, Beautiful." ;) My lesson out of that, is don't take for granted the age you are at. A lot of times, I wish I were two, even three years older than I am now. And then I watch little kids and remember how quickly life really goes by, and how important the choices I make are.

ANYWAY. I promise I didn't sit down at my laptop to preach at you all. I hope everyone of my beautiful friends is doing amazing. I keep you all in my prayers!
Much love,

Jessi

(Celina) Hello My Name is.....

I am very blessed to be part of a Wednesday Night Church group that meets every other week.  We have the BEST teachers ever.  We have been reading through a book called Graffiti-

This book is about "learning to see the art in ourselves" it has been an AMAZING book and I encourage all of you to check it out. Tonight was about how others see you, the analgy that they used in the book was - If you are walking down a really nice street where everyone cares about their houses and it is just a really nice street, you aren't very likely to throw a rock and break the window of one of the houses.  But if you are walking down a trashy street where no one seems to care and some of the windows in the houses are already broken, you are more likely to throw a rock to bust out some of the windows. It is the same way with your self image, if you don't think much of yourself, it will show and people will think "well this chick doesn't think highly of herself, so it isn't going to matter much if I take my word knife and slash at her heart again".  But if you think highly of yourself (not in a ego kinda way but in a "I know the LORD made me special and I am proud of that, and I know I am beautiful in his eyes" kinda way) they won't be as quick to take out their little word knife (or in some cases a word bazooka)

So our teacher had us take little name tags that said "hello my name is..." and we had to right what we thought that other people might think of us.  It was MEGGA hard, cause in the back of my mind I am like "well they probably think of me this way..." but it was hard to fess up and write it down for all the girls to see.  We wrote those down and spilled the beans to the other girls (I have a feeling that they all already know these things I mean what the heck are sleepovers for?!?!  But it was harder to talk about them, when your face wasn't five inches from one other girls face trying to have a heart to heart, laughing/crying to hard so that the parents got onto us).  We after we wrote down what we thought others thought of us, we each took the leftover name tags and filled in things we thought of our friends,  with those new name tags we covered up the old ones that we had written.  It was REALLY cool to look at and see what others thought, and since I have AMAZING friends it was EASY to find things about them..

Here is all of us with our, name tags on      

 When I got home, I took all of mine off and put them in my journal- here is what I got

it was megga fun to do, our leader had an old window that was just some panes of glass in a frame, and we got to take our rocks and through them into the window to break the glass, just as a visual.  I failed, we were like 6 feet from the window, and I just couldn't do it :D oh well, I had fun trying!!!

Our leader also showed us this video which went along GREAT and was amazing to watch 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpaOjMXyJGk

(if the link dosn't work or you are a little nervous clicking random links, just search for "Dove Real Beauty Sketches" on youtube, it should be at our very near the top) 

We had also just went to "Winter Jam" together and watched Matthew West preform his song "Hello My Name Is..." that was just a cool little thing to tack on and remember the little video he had during the concert using name tags very similar to the ones we used. This is an AMAZING song and you gals should listen to it and enjoy the awesomeness.  This song doesn't have a LOT to do with what we learned tonight, it is more saying that you don't have to be defined by junk that you done in the past, I just like the line "hello my name is child of the one True King" it is a great encouragement! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuJWQzjfU3o

(the name of the video on youtube is "Matthew West- Hello, My Name Is (Lyrics)")

Babysitting joys (Celina)

Today I was babysitting all day, I was there most of the day while the Mom of the children was still there, but most of the time I was outside with the seven kids by myself.  My goal while I was outside was to have only one crying child at a time ;) just kidding! But seriously that is about how it worked, most of the time it was tears because the certain child didn't get the perfect toy at the perfect time, or child A slid down the slide and knocked child B over creating a domino effect with child C and D all the while child E was laughing at everyone and child F was pouting cause no one would play with him/her (I don't know about ya'll but I would rather be off to the side than rammed into with the full body weight of like three children in front of you), oh and then there is always child G that is crying because he didn't get to go down the slide.  We had fun most of the time but there were those moments when I kinda wanted, I don't know maybe a kick in the face so that I could go unconscious and someone else could deal with it all.  So I hung out outside until nap time and then the extra kids left leaving just four kids.  Nap time, let me just tell you, that thang is AM-MA-ZING!  I sat on the couch reading books and playing quietly   Usually nap time is a little boring but I went to Silver Dollar City yesterday and was gone ALL day so I am a little tired. Oh and tip #1- one of the best quite games to play with kids that are just old enough to not take naps- get a magazine (anything appropriate will do) and on each page let everyone pick one thing that they want, just be warned this is probably how it will go "ummm I want her outfit, no actually I want that phone, no no no actually I want that person as a sister, nope nope, I want to have the cupcakes, WAIT! I didn't even SEE the superhero panties THAT is what I want (you start to turn the page), STOOOOPPPPPP, I want the cupcakes AND the panties  I think they come in a set." apparently if anything is on the same page they can come in a set (who knew right?).  After nap time we went back out to play until the parents went on the date. Oh and to get the full enjoyment out of these stories, let me explain the kids that I was babysitting a little bit - Rebekah- 7, bossy  probably the best behaved, but is very picky about everything being fair. Sam-5, rowdy, has an attitude problem sometimes, megga sweety, blue eyes that just have the most emotion packed into eyes possible.  Clara- 4, CRAZY red curly hair she has an interesting personality, very adorable in a weird crazy way, she is very energetic but also very snuggly.  Hazel- almost 2, cute white/blonde hair, massive blue eyes, she is ornery and cute all at the same time.

Greatness that happened while babysitting

#1. I went to get Hazel up from her nap I probably left her in there about fifteen minutes after I heard her start to wake up, so I go in there "la dee da dee da, where's my little cutie??? ummm Hazel there is pink all over you" Hazel then holds up a little tub of lip gloss (you know the kind that you kind of dig out of the little pot and then apply to your face) Hazel then proceeds to grin like she is the best thing ever and says "pretty!" riggghhhhttt she had purpley pink glitter all over her, well actually a tiny dot on her face, and then like an inch thick on her knees, elbows, diaper, and hands.  She had completely emptied the little container, but her blonde hair was lookin post nap cute, and her blue eyes were just so proud of herself it was great! Clara had come in with me to wake Hazel up and she says "hey, that's mine! Celllinnnnaaa! Now you made me mad at her!" WHAATTT?!?!?! I am just an innocent bystander, oh well I will take the blame.  

#2.  So I start to make dinner, the kids had started to watch Marry Popins right before lunch and I let them watch a little bit "just until I finish getting dinner ready". Clara's like "dinner always takes a REALLY long time, unless I'm hungry and don't want to watch a movie then you can hurry"

#3. We had barbecued pulled pork for dinner and I slapped some on the bread, put the paper plates on the table and called everyone to dinner, we start eating, it is delish, Clara manages to maul her sandwich, I look over and she has taken the pulled pork and turned it into a lovely little mound far from any of the rest of her food, she eats her bread and then asks for desert.  I tell her to eat some of her meat first, she looks at it then wrinkles up her nose and says "that looks like dog chicken, I don't eat dog chicken like EVER!" Ok well that's a little strange, you don't eat dog chicken, I have no clue what that is but ok. 

#4. I was getting Hazel ready for bed and I put her in the bath to kill time until bed time.  She is in there playing happily but every minute or so she yells out "MOMMY!" which I guess I am supposed to answer to one of the times I go in there, and unscrew something or something like that and I say "I'm Celina not Mommy" I know she knows my real name cause she was saying it earlier today. Clara walks up behind me and looks at me like I am a failure of a person "it's ok if she calls you mommy! She's just a baby!!!" She then walks off and glares at me from the couch. Okaayyyyy I shall remember that from now on, good thing Clara forgives fast by the time I got back she was ready to snuggle and watch the movie. 

#5. After Hazel's bath I went in there and rolled her up in a towel I was going to take her straight to her room and get her dressed. As I am on my way down the hall into the bedroom someone knocks on the door, and before I can say anything Rebekah jumps up and says "I think I might know those people I'll get it." I was like "NO! let me get the door." I sneak up to the door, with a naked baby and three kids sitting on the couch in their pjs just chilling, hoping it isn't a creeper.  I open the door and thankfully it is someone I know and trust WHEW! They were coming to pick up a tv, supposedly I was supposed to know they were coming, I didn't. I'm like "uh hi, the tvs in here.  Do you need help?" thankfully they didn't cause as soon as I offered my help I realized that I was still holding a naked half asleep baby, what was I gonna do? plop her on the floor and help them move the tv? uhhhh no! Oh well after I finished my mini heart attack I chilled and calmly showed them the TV and the chords and stuff all the while lugging hazel around. Right as they were leaving Clara decided to tell them her life's story, complete with a detailed description of every picture in the house.  I stopped her before she gave away social security numbers and phone numbers of EVERYONE. 

So that was the fun for tonight, actually there was WAY more fun than that, but I am megga tired and ready for bed so yeppers, I hope you enjoyed and I hope you can read around my horrible grammar. 

Celina!  

  

      

Easter poem

Jesus

He came to earth as a tiny child,

His mother looked down at Him and smiled.

He grew in wisdom, stature, and favor with God and men.

His mother not knowing he would latter pay the price for all our sin.

He talked to the people, both young and old.

God loves all of you, He retold.

Some listened, others scoffed,

Some agreed and some mocked.

Then one day to a cross He was nailed,

The people cried, the people wailed.

He was whipped, beaten and crucified.

He said, “It is finished” before he died.

Darkest day, darkest hour,

All light and love seemed to be devoured.

He was put in a tomb with soldiers at guard

It had been three days since the tomb had been barred.

Three women came softly to the tomb,

They brought rich spices and sweet perfume.

But the man who had died was not there!

The women searched, but could not find Him anywhere.

Suddenly, a glowing angel appeared!

He spoke, “Fear not! The man you seek is not here.”

 “He is risen, spread the word, He is alive”

The women could not believe their eyes.

Jesus loves you and me; Jesus died to set us free,

He is the key, to heaven.

written by Lydia Burnett