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Truth Or Consequences (Click to read this week’s gripping chapter. Mature Content warning for violence and disturbing imagery.) (Jonathan Coulton’s Skullcrusher Mountain was playing in my head as I edited this scene. Perfect soundtrack!)
“I’ve no more time for your lies, Casey. Now is the time for truth.”
The Workshop (Click to read this week’s chapter)
“Do you believe that I do not wish to hurt you?”
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This is the beginning of my favorite scene in the whole game. It was absolutely harrowing to play out, not knowing what horrific thing was going to happen to my character next, but what a creative rush!
My navel is beginning to feel neglected. Must be time for a gazing session.
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I have a friend who, when he prays aloud, always includes a request for “confusion to our enemies.” It’s always bothered me a little.
When I pray for the people who have set themselves against me, it’s always clarity and enlightenment I ask for them, not more confusion. Their minds and lives seem full of confusion already; I don’t want to add to it.
This post isn’t meant as an attack on my friend; in fact I okayed it with him before I began writing it. It’s just that I’ve been reading the news headlines lately and thinking, confusion to our enemies? No…no…I don’t think the world needs any more confusion, we’ve got plenty. Confusion is violent and destructive and senseless. Humanity is going down in flames of confusion. We should all be praying for clarity to our enemies, and to our friends, and to ourselves.
I look at it this way: if you pray for clarity for your enemies, and God grants that prayer, and the problem still doesn’t go away, then maybe the confusion wasn’t all on their end to begin with. I always begin by asking wisdom and clarity for myself first; it keeps my life much simpler.
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I’m trying to dial back my “soapbox” posts, but this one was loud in my head this morning and needed out. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled whimsy.
This is a design I appliqued onto a pillowcase as a Christmas gift for Elizabeth, using scraps of cloth and embroidery thread I had lying around:
It’s the first time I’ve ever done a project like that; I was surprised at how long it took to finish. A gazillion tiny stitches = several weeks, who knew?
Elizabeth’s room is gradually transforming into a sea of magenta. Not sure what we’re going to do with it all when she finally outgrows Espio. Is this the sort of thing one hands down to grandchildren?
An Invincible Summer 