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There’s still a grammar mistake! 😆
It’s “Lord Quakers!” Rax walked towards the gloomy
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, I’m bad at it, sorry
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)No problem. I just thought it was funny. You should see the grammar mistakes in my stuff.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
You got me square and fair! I’ll be working on the words…
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
It was amazing! Have you heard of YWAM?
Yes, I have heard of that.
I did a discipleship training school, so three months of training and then two months on outreach applying what we’ve learned. I made some pretty close friends and have so many good memories! It was super cool to watch God move not only in my life, but in the lives of those around me, and I learned a lot!
YES!!! It’s so amazing to see God working in people. What are some key things you’ve learned from the experience?
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Josef laughed and the next moment Rosemarie was in his arms, laughing and trying to kiss him. “Josef, you horrible rascal! You scared me half to death!”
“Papa!” Ernst shouted, leaping off the table and running to him. Josef caught his son with his free arm and hugged him. “Hello little man!”
Aww…it’s so sweet! I hope Marta was okay with stirring the oatmeal by herself. (her mother left in a jiffy)
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
I’m so glad you like it.
Yes, Marta was alright. lol.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
@ellette-giselle @liberty @hybridlore
Here’s your 700 (actually a little over) for the 14 snowballs y’all threw at me.
ridiculous amount of snowballs
Y’all gotta chill XD
Mostly you, Ellette😤
😆
Riker nudged the front door open, walking into the small foyer. He stepped aside to give Leon room to get inside and glanced around the house.
Quiet.
Odd.
A gasp sounded. “Daddy! And Uncle Leon!”
“I get Daddy first.” Iris interjected, quickly stepping out of the kitchen. She quickly rushed into Riker’s embrace, reaching to kiss him.
Riker bent, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his lips against hers, once, twice, slightly turning aside.
Leon discreetly stepped aside, smiled faintly, and hoisted Lily up into his arms. “Then I get Lily first.”
Lily giggled. “I’ll give you all of my hugs, Uncle Leon!”
Iris pulled away from Riker’s embrace and slowly shook her head. “Oh no. Lily is giving away all of her hugs.”
Riker shook his head with a chuckle. “Not fair.”
“I’ll save some for you, Daddy.”
Leon hugged Lily closer. “No, they’re all mine.”
Lily giggled. She tapped Leon’s arm. “You’re silly! Can you put me down?”
Leon set Lily on the floor, and Riker swooped his youngest daughter up into his arms. He hugged her tight, kissed her forehead, and set her back down.
Iris smiled and stepped back into the kitchen. “I think Micah wants to see his Daddy too. The other kids are outside.”
Riker followed his wife into the kitchen.
Seated in his chair, Micah glanced up, screeched, and yelled, “Dada!”
Riker hoisted Micah up into his arms, kissing his youngest’s cheek. He settled Micah in his arms and nodded further into the house in the direction of the back. “What are they doing out there?”
Iris shrugged, stirring something on the stove. “Organizing a game, I think. Mutti and Daddy are outside, as is Louisa, and I think all of the girls are just talking and watching.”
“Do you need any help-“
“You’ve been working all day. Go get some fresh air and rest.”
Riker pressed another kiss to his wife’s lips.
Iris laughed and gently swatted his arm. “Go on now. Micah needs some fresh air too.”
“Yes ma’am.” Riker replied with a playful smile. He gave her another kiss and quickly left the kitchen, through the house, out the back door.
He stepped out onto the back porch where Emmeline, Louisa, Jeremiah, Naja, Lina, Isabel, Grace and Timothy Adams, Leon, and even Lily sat or stood around, watching as Jonathan, Eli, Albert, Elias, and Lance Adams planned a game of football, Jonathan both giving and signing the rules and instructions.
Albert’s dark eyebrows furrowed together. “Our teams are uneven.”
Riker adjusted Micah’s position in his arms and settled on a chair beside his father-in-law. Jeremiah reached for Micah, and Riker carefully handed him over. Jeremiah chuckled. “I guess they need someone else to play.”
Elias glanced up at the porch. A grin spread across his face, and he pointed. “Daddy can play with us! Daddy, can you play? You can be on my team!”
“I don’t know about that, Elias.”
“Please?” Albert pleaded, eyebrows still furrowed.
Lance tossed a football up into the air and caught it again. He nodded and grinned. “Come on, Mr. Wagner. You’ve gotta accept a challenge every once in a while.”
Leon stepped forward, hesitated, paused. He shrugged, smiled, and nodded. “Alright, I’ll play.”
“YES!” Elias yelled.
Leon chuckled, removed his outer vest, and rolled his shirtsleeves up above his elbows. He brushed back a few loose black curls and stepped off the porch.
“Don’t hurt yourself!” Riker called after him.
Leon turned around. “You’re older than I am.”
“That’s why I’m not playing.”
“You should.”
“I can’t,” Riker shrugged, “then the teams would be uneven.”
“Timothy could play,” Lance glanced at his much quieter eight-year-old brother, “do you want to play, Timothy?”
“…I don’t know.”
“It’ll be fun. Do you want to at least try?” Leon asked, carefully crouching down in front of the young boy.
Timothy shrank back, glanced back and forth between Leon and the yard, but slowly nodded. “I’ll try.”
“I think you’ll have fun,” Leon replied, helping Timothy to his feet; he glanced at Riker and grinned, “and that means we need another player to make things even.”
So that was how he was going to play.
Riker removed his outer coat and vest. He rolled up his shirtsleeves, stepped off the porch, and nodded at Jonathan who seemed to be organizing the game. “I’ll play. But I better be on whichever team Leon isn’t.”
(ugh I love them so much😆🥰😘)
Now I have 14 snowballs to throw at other people😏
@ellette Snowball X5 ❄️ @rae @koshka X2 ❄️ @elishavet-pidyon @esther-c @mineralizedwritings @lightoverdarkness6 @whalekeeper @loopylin
You’ve all been snowballed🤪
'Till the end of the line.
Smack!
Yay! I’ve been creamed. Now I have eight snowballs….
*grins a disoriented grin*
*falls back into snow fort*
Let’s see what I can do.
Also, adorable scene! I like how you showed what Leon was thinking almost exclusively by his actions. It really made me feel like I knew him.
@ellette-giselle I’m glad you like him! He’s the best SC in my new WIP. XDMaybe I shall oblige….
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Here goes.
“Good morning, luv.” Aiche looked up from his fire, a smile in his eyes. His hood was off and his black curls tumbled cheerfully over his forehead. He looked younger than he probably was, and yet-
She settled down beside him. There was a wonderful smell in the air.
“Apples?”
“Our tree is over there. Eat, then I’ll show you.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Ack! Sputter, GASP.
Fine. I’ll just have to use words from my actual WIP.
A voice broke the peace of the mountain side. “Wonder if they’ll take us this year.”
Zlati whipped around, concentration thoroughly shattered. Flopped a few paces away, Vulka lay in the sparse grass with a grin firmly in place. He rolled over onto his back dangerously near the cliff edge.
Zlati huffed and turned back to whittling. His brother continued. “I’m nearly as tall as the chief’s son, and Papa said the Praviteli are getting desperate.”
“I know.” Zlati tried to cut him off. Vulka took no notice.
“The shortages. They might even recruit from the northern-“
“I know!” Zlati raised his voice, turning burning eyes on his twin brother. Then his ears flattened and he looked away. “I was there too.”
Now…who should I peg with my 4 snowballs…
*Cackles*
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork“What are you doing here? How did you find my home?” Max’s usually merry, kind grey eyes flickered with such a fire of fierce protection for his family that Baron shuddered under his gaze.
“I-I didn’t come to fight or kill.”
Max was slightly taken aback by Baron’s voice. Last time they had met it was a constant monotone, now it was quiet, and scared, like a whimpering puppy. “Then why did you come here?”
“I need to talk with you. I don’t know what to do.” Baron refused to make eye contact, he looked down or to the side, further reminding Max of a whimpering puppy.
107 words
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae YAY!
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)*erupts from snow fort*
Aha! Today I flingeth snoweth at thee!
@loopylin smack ×2
@liberty smack ×2
@freed_and_redeemed sma- nevermind. You have mercy for a day.*pets chilly arsenal*
If any of you asked off and I missed it, those balls are just waiting until you enter the fight again.
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You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
*erupts from snow fort*
Hey that’s a good idea. I need a snow fort. *rubs hands with evil intent*
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