Wednesday, February 21, 2007

   Love and hugs!
"At the focal point of all human history, a point illuminated by a new star in the heavens revealed for just such a purpose, probably no other mortal watched--none but a poor young carpenter, a beautiful virgin mother, and silent stabled animals who had not the power to utter the sacredness they had seen. Shepherds would soon arrive and later, wise men from the East. Later yet the memory of that night would bring Santa Claus and Frosty and Rudolph--and all would be welcome. But first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel. With a baby--that's how Christmas began.
"It is for this baby that we shout in chorus: 'Hark! the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! . . . Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth' (Hymns, no. 209)."
(Jeffrey R. Holland, "Without Ribbons and Bows," New Era, Dec. 1994, 6)

"Let us be a people of honesty and integrity, doing the right thing at all times and in all circumstances. "
—President Gordon B. Hinckley
Ensign, May 1999, 89

"The blessings of discipleship are readily available to all who are willing to pay the price. Discipleship brings purpose to our lives so that rather than wandering aimlessly, we walk steadily on that strait and narrow way that leads us back to our Heavenly Father. Discipleship brings us comfort in times of sorrow, peace of conscience, and joy in service--all of which help us to be more like Jesus."
Topics: discipleship, peace, joy, service
(James E. Faust, "Discipleship," Ensign, Nov. 2006, 22 )

"Recounting the faith of that great band of early Saints, Elder Ben E. Rich said, 'This country was unknown to them. They believed that God had given to President Young a vision of the future home for the Latter-day Saints. They had faith in their leader, and they were willing to go into the unknown with him. . . . Who should ever forget the faith, . . . the bravery, of those who had such confidence in Brigham Young as to follow him into these valleys of the mountains' (in Conference Report, Apr. 1911, 104). As modern-day pioneers looking to the future, we must be willing to go into the unknown, having the same confidence and commitment in following President Hinckley and the other constituted authorities of the Church."
~ James E. Faust, "Pioneers of the Future: 'Be Not Afraid, Only Believe,' "
Ensign, Nov. 1997, 44-45)

Here's the first scene. And there's a post from this morning, too, after this. ^_^ Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love you and bless you!

Jake flew around the corner tightly, barely avoiding the brick walls as he chased the pixie. It laughed, a chittering sound, hugging the glowing emerald tightly. "Come back here!" Jake shouted. The pixie dove behind a trash dumpster in the back alley. Jake landed and started clawing behind the dumpster. The pixie wriggled further in and laughed again.
Jake's ear twitched at the sound of a door opening. He demorphed, turning around with an innocent smile. crossing his fingers in the hopes that whoever it was hadn't seen his dragon form.
She was Chinese, about twenty-five, clothed in blue and green. Her black eyes were fixed on him. She almost looked like a ghost in the pale light of a lamp, surrounded by dusk, with a hint of...sorrow?
"Hi." Jake waved. "Nice evening for a stroll, huh?" He glanced at the dumpster. He could still see the glimmer of the emerald twitching as the pixie hovered.
The woman simply studied him. It was probably a good time to leave, even if Granddad would be upset that he'd lost the Killarney emerald. Actually, he could hear Grandfather's voice now.
"They must be nearby."
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we'll find the kid."
Great, Granddad and Foo Dog. "Well, gotta go." Jake smiled nervously and was about to walk off, but the woman looked in the direction of the voices, turned around, and headed back into the brick building she'd come from. As soon as the door was closed, Jake glanced at the pixie--just in time to see it leave. He scowled.
"There you are, Jake." Grandfather hurried forward. "Did you retrieve the emerald?"
"Well, it's a funny thing," Jake laughed. Granddad raised an eyebrow, and Jake sighed. "Sorry, no." He explained what happened.
Grandfather sighed. "We'll continue searching tomorrow."
As they walked away, Jake looked over his shoulder at the apartment building. There was movement at one of the windows, and a hint of blue. Then it was gone. Jake flew around the corner tightly, barely avoiding the brick walls as he chased the pixie. It laughed, a chittering sound, hugging the glowing emerald tightly. "Come back here!" Jake shouted. The pixie dove behind a trash dumpster in the back alley. Jake landed and started clawing behind the dumpster. The pixie wriggled further in and laughed again.
Jake's ear twitched at the sound of a door opening. He demorphed, turning around with an innocent smile. crossing his fingers in the hopes that whoever it was hadn't seen his dragon form.
She was Chinese, about twenty-five, clothed in blue and green. Her black eyes were fixed on him. She almost looked like a ghost in the pale light of a lamp, surrounded by dusk, with a hint of...sorrow?
"Hi." Jake waved. "Nice evening for a stroll, huh?" He glanced at the dumpster. He could still see the glimmer of the emerald twitching as the pixie hovered.
The woman simply studied him. It was probably a good time to leave, even if Granddad would be upset that he'd lost the Killarney emerald. Actually, he could hear Grandfather's voice now.
"They must be nearby."
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we'll find the kid."
Great, Granddad and Foo Dog. "Well, gotta go." Jake smiled nervously and was about to walk off, but the woman looked in the direction of the voices, turned around, and headed back into the brick building she'd come from. As soon as the door was closed, Jake glanced at the pixie--just in time to see it leave. He scowled.
"There you are, Jake." Grandfather hurried forward. "Did you retrieve the emerald?"
"Well, it's a funny thing," Jake laughed. Granddad raised an eyebrow, and Jake sighed. "Sorry, no." He explained what happened.
Grandfather sighed. "We'll continue searching tomorrow."
As they walked away, Jake looked over his shoulder at the apartment building. There was movement at one of the windows, and a hint of blue. Then it was gone.

Fact of the day: Washing your hands actually causes the skin to lose moisture.

John 3: 16-17

Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love you and are watching out for you all. ^_^

Alma 7: 11-13
And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.
And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.
Now the Spirit knoweth all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the flesh that he might take upon him the sins of his people, that he might blot out their transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now behold, this is the testimony which is in me.
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