The reason I haven't posted in a while is because I have nothing to post.... yet! I will in a few short weeks!
See you then,
Brittney
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Peace within the storm
Papa is in the hospital. In surgery now. I hurt my wrist and it may turn into a big big deal and I may need Surgery on it! College starts this Wednesday. Science is my weak subject and I'm having trouble on it. But I'm giving all of that to God so it will be okay. But I still feel slightly flustered/overwhelmed/panicky. My Aunts for TX came up and I'm waiting in the waiting room with them now. The Doctor doesn't really know what to
Do now so he said sit and wait. But this verse came to mind in the middle of this busy stressful mess:
"Be still and know that I am God..." Psalm 48:10 and I really need to do that. We all do. We need to just stop and listen to what He wants us to do.
Here is some pictures that made my day.
If you could just take a minute to pray for the people in the waiting room like I am. Just pray that the Lord will help the families with what they are going through and to give the doctors wisdom and give the people in the surgery or in another type a thing to have peace and know that God is watching over them,
Britt
Do now so he said sit and wait. But this verse came to mind in the middle of this busy stressful mess:
"Be still and know that I am God..." Psalm 48:10 and I really need to do that. We all do. We need to just stop and listen to what He wants us to do.
Here is some pictures that made my day.
If you could just take a minute to pray for the people in the waiting room like I am. Just pray that the Lord will help the families with what they are going through and to give the doctors wisdom and give the people in the surgery or in another type a thing to have peace and know that God is watching over them,
Britt
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Sneak peek of my new book, SpellBound!
“Mark!” Stacy leaped and reached for his hand as
he fell off the cliff. With one hand she caught his and with the other she
grabbed the edge of the cliff. They swayed in the wind but were alive.
“Mark?!” Stacy cried hoping for answer. There was none. Stacy began to panic and franticly shake Mark, trying to force him awake; it was no use, he was out cold. For how long it would last she didn’t know.
“Markus, wake up right now!” She tried again. She knew that she could heal someone with just a touch and it could take a short time or a long time to do so and she knew Mark could fly her and himself out of here if only he would wake up. Wake up Mark. Please, love, you have to wake up. You have to!
“Drake! You wake up this instant, Drake! Drake!” She screeched at the highest volume her voice would go, very squeaky. She felt him stir and try to pull his hand away. She gripped his till their knuckles turned as white as ash.
“No! You’ll die if you let go!” She yelled. He finally stopped pulling away and Stacy felt relived. Stacy looked up to see a tall figure above them, arm’s length apart. The figures dark hair flew in the wind lashing her face.
“Why did you betray us?!” Stacy whispered. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around it.
“Let me help you up.” The figure said, more like demanded, and reached down.
“Stacy, give me your hand!” She almost shouted. She didn’t want Stacy to die, at least not this way.
“Why should I? Why should I trust you? We all trusted you! Now one of us is dead and your two only other friends are hanging off this cliff waiting for death to catch us. Why would you care?” Stacy spouted back. Stacy was still grieving the loss of their teammate and angry about her betraying them. Still the figure held out her hand waiting for Stacy to grab it. Stacy, grab my hand you idiot!
“I want you to die quick and mostly painless, Stacy. I can’t stand here and watch you wait for death. We were once friends, you know?” She said with her musically sad laugh.
“You went and murder our friend! He even loved you! How dare you say we were friends! How dare you betray us! How dare you! How dare you!” Then in a burst of anger Stacy let go of the ledge and pulled Mark into a hug as they started to fall. Stacy blond hair whipped her and Mark’s face as the ground grew closer and closer. Stacy heard her old friend yell hateful things down to her as the past month of mix memories flashed in front of her eyes.
“Mark?!” Stacy cried hoping for answer. There was none. Stacy began to panic and franticly shake Mark, trying to force him awake; it was no use, he was out cold. For how long it would last she didn’t know.
“Markus, wake up right now!” She tried again. She knew that she could heal someone with just a touch and it could take a short time or a long time to do so and she knew Mark could fly her and himself out of here if only he would wake up. Wake up Mark. Please, love, you have to wake up. You have to!
“Drake! You wake up this instant, Drake! Drake!” She screeched at the highest volume her voice would go, very squeaky. She felt him stir and try to pull his hand away. She gripped his till their knuckles turned as white as ash.
“No! You’ll die if you let go!” She yelled. He finally stopped pulling away and Stacy felt relived. Stacy looked up to see a tall figure above them, arm’s length apart. The figures dark hair flew in the wind lashing her face.
“Why did you betray us?!” Stacy whispered. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around it.
“Let me help you up.” The figure said, more like demanded, and reached down.
“Stacy, give me your hand!” She almost shouted. She didn’t want Stacy to die, at least not this way.
“Why should I? Why should I trust you? We all trusted you! Now one of us is dead and your two only other friends are hanging off this cliff waiting for death to catch us. Why would you care?” Stacy spouted back. Stacy was still grieving the loss of their teammate and angry about her betraying them. Still the figure held out her hand waiting for Stacy to grab it. Stacy, grab my hand you idiot!
“I want you to die quick and mostly painless, Stacy. I can’t stand here and watch you wait for death. We were once friends, you know?” She said with her musically sad laugh.
“You went and murder our friend! He even loved you! How dare you say we were friends! How dare you betray us! How dare you! How dare you!” Then in a burst of anger Stacy let go of the ledge and pulled Mark into a hug as they started to fall. Stacy blond hair whipped her and Mark’s face as the ground grew closer and closer. Stacy heard her old friend yell hateful things down to her as the past month of mix memories flashed in front of her eyes.
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