The Prince of Egypt

The Prince of Egypt is one of my all-time favorite movies. I loved it as a kid, and when I watched it again recently, I all but bawled my way through it.  (For those of you receiving this post through email, there are videos in it, so you’ll have to go to my blog to see them.)

The music, I think, is some of the best I’ve ever heard in a movie, animated or otherwise. This is one of my favorite songs, “Through Heaven’s Eyes”. It starts slow, but gets better, so keep listening. This song takes place during Moses’ time in Midian.

If you haven’t watched The Prince of Egypt, I’d strongly urge you to. The adaptation is beautifully done, and the music makes it come alive. 

Just thought I’d drop a line on this Monday morning. Have a blessed day, friends!

This ‘N’ That

~The view out my window this morning:


~Didn’t sleep so great last night. It felt like I was fighting something, and since Daddy has been fighting a cold the better part of the week, I figured I should dose up with our usual regime of Vitamin C, Oreganol, and Echinacea (since they’re cold symptoms).  This morning I was thinking about my body’s natural response to germs, and this popped in my head:

White blood cell: (leaping about Errol Flynn-style with drawn saber, stabbing germs)  AHA! Take that, you! And that! Begone, you worthless filth!

Germ: (falls to knees pleading in front of white blood cell) Please, sir! Don’t kill me! My wife…my children!

White blood cell: (pauses, arches eyebrow) Children? How many children?

Germ: Oh, 629 last I counted, sir, but that was this morning…I’m sure I’m a grandpa by now!

White blood cell: Aaaaah! How many of you are there? Die, you scum! (runs him through)

Yes, call me imaginative…or weird, whichever. :P

~This awesome tutorial by Olivia of Fresh Modesty for modifying your average tshirt into a feminie style! I want to try it…

~Everything else I was going to talk to you about this morning flew out of my head after I read Ree’s post a minute ago…I’ll never think of brown eyeliner the same way again. *tries vainly to stop snickering*

~What else. Oh yes. Couch to 5K! I started it again this week, and though I have to skip today’s run on account of being under the weather and wanting to preserve myself for the play we’re going to tonight, I’m enjoying it immensely. I’ve always loved running, and I love it even more when I’m in shape. (I’ll let you know when my legs stop burning.)

~Reading Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped this week…a fascinating story full of rollicking nautical adventures and phonetically-spelled Scottish accents. Did you know that “ken” is Scottish for “know”? I dinnae ken it myself.

~Also reading Kontiki for school. What a story! And we haven’t even hit the open seas yet…

~I would keep talking but school is calling. Unfortunately. *assumes the blandly cheerful expression of your standard-issue cashier* Have a good’un, folks!

Dancing With The World

As I sat down to my evening Bible reading, I realized I had crossed off the wrong thing on my chart and had gotten quite confused as to where I should be reading. I flipped through the precious Book, trying to find my proper place and check where I had really left off, different from what the chart now told me.

As I looked, I once again noticed the odd, slightly empty feeling that had been plaguing me for a while, like there was something not quite right. I hoped my Bible might rectify the situation, as it so often did.

I turned to my place in Psalms and my eye fell upon chapter 45, which was scheduled for tomorrow. Yet the words seemed to reach out to me, inviting me to read them.

“Listen, O daughter, Consider and incline your ear; forget your own people also, and your father’s house; so the King will greatly desire your beauty; because He is your Lord, worship Him.”

Psm. 45:10-11

The phrase “daughter” caught my eye. In a Bible full of metaphorical sons, it was refreshing to find this single, meaningful word. Daughter. He was writing just to me.

But what was He saying? Forget my family? Well, this was obviously a figure of speech, but how was I to interpret it? That I was to abandon this life and sail to Africa as a missionary?

I scanned my footnotes for something regarding these verses, and found the commentator’s note, which read:

Forget means more than leaving parents as in Gen. 2:24. The bride of a king was often from another nation, and so she had to break with her own culture to marry, just as Christians mow must forsake marriage to worldly things in order to be part of the bride of Christ.”

Oh, so that was what He was saying; the idea He wanted me to get. Makes sense.


The knife suddenly twisted in my heart. So that’s what’s wrong. The separation from Him, His love, the beautiful righteousness and right living He longed for.

I had been “dancing with the world.” Nothing blatant, just a minor flirtation here and there. One too many secular videos, three too many secular songs, four too many hours on the internet. Time I should have spent with Him. Time that added up to something I had hardly noticed, tugging me away from the Prince I so loved.

I needed to stop this illicit affair before it went any further. I’m already taken, betrothed to Someone far greater! Who was I to break such a sacred trust?

So, here’s to a fresh start as I approach my 17th birthday (a month away now), making better choices in the small things, keeping my heart pure for my King. It’s constant fight; the world’s allure is powerful. But entirely defeatable with His Word.

Will you join me in this challenge to live for Him with all our hearts?

The Scent of Spring

Winter is gone and Spring is finally here. How do I know? The smell.

Winter smells sharp, with little needles of cold pricking your nose when you stick your head outside. It’s a clean smell, brought by the pristine snow. But nice as it may be, it’s a flat, lifeless smell, with the earth in deep hibernation. So far, even when we’ve had a nice day, it’s all smelled the same. This year Winter has hung on with a vengeance.

But today, as I cracked my window in the rosy morning light, it smelled different. Like Spring.

Spring’s smell is fresh and pretty. It smells like dirt and grass and flowers and dew and sunshine. It makes you want to sing and laugh just for the sheer joy of the world waking up again. The birds and little animals smell it too, and the birds celebrate by twittering cheerily all day, while the squirrels whip around the trees in a joyful (if wild) game of tag.

The trees smell it too. Like impossibly old nobles and gentlewomen of some court long gone, you can almost feel them stir out of their cold-induced sleep and drink in the sunshine. Little buds, lying dormant all winter, become plump and rosy, ready to pop.

It smells like Spring.