A Myers-Briggs Type

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Have you ever wondered what type of personality you are? There is this awesome test that you should take to find out! It’s called the Myers-Briggs personality test. If you tend to be more of a skeptic, well then take it just for fun. πŸ˜‰ Continue reading

Until I learned

I don’t know who wrote this, but it is such a sweet poem about walking with the Lord! I love it! ❀

“Until I learned to trust,

I never learned to pray;

I never fully learned to trust,

Till sorrows came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,

His strength I never knew–

Nor dreamed till I was stricken

That He would see me through.

Who deepest drinks of sorrow,

Drinks deepest, too, of grace;

He sends the storm, so He Himself

Can be our hiding place.

His heart that seeks our highest good,

Knows well when things annoy;

We would not long for heaven

If earth held only joy.”

-Unknown

Rainy Days

It seems that even though we are headed into Spring, the rainy winter weather is still desperately hanging on. Truthfully though, I’m glad it is! I love the cold, overcast, rainy days much more than I probably should.

This drawing of a girl with her umbrella (the rain is implied πŸ˜‰ ) is very simple, but it gave me a chance to work on some cross hatching techniques, and I really like the simple look of it too. πŸ™‚

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Night Song at Amalfi

I hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday! Because ofΒ all the romantic notions that seem to accompany February, I thought of this poem for today. πŸ™‚

“I asked the heaven of stars

What I should give my love —

It answered me with silence,

Silence above.

I asked the darkened sea

Down where the fishers go —

It answered me with silence,

Silence below.

Oh, I could give her weeping,

Or I could give her song —

But how can I give silence,

My whole life long?”

This poem by Sara Teasdale was something that Jim Elliot wrote about Elisabeth Elliot in their time apart before they were married. It really has so much depth in it, I simply had to share it. πŸ™‚