Monthly Archives: August 2013

To Everything There is a Season

… to everything there is a moment…

I am the worst person to say this, but maybe that makes me the best person? I want to grab every conversation and make it last forever. I want to grab every good experience and hold onto it. When I’m used of God, He puts me down in the tool rack and I’m begging to be picked back up. My heart cries out for MORE. MORE. Give me more.

But He pours Himself into us that we may be emptied and be refilled. No moment is the same as the last. No opportunity is the opportunity that was. The clock goes in only one direction. We cannot force it to stay in one moment, one year, one season of life.

We must never forget that we are but grass – and grass grows, and it dies. We shall have our moment, our moment……. and then we will let go.

Nothing in this life is to be grasped, all is to be held in the palms of our hands, marveled over, delighted in, and … then so is the next thing. Beauty surrounds us, goodness is God’s gift to His children. Enjoy! Revel! And let the sun set so that another day may begin.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?
I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him. That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.

It Ain’t Over Until It’s Over

A second thing that annoys the heck out of me in this day and age is the assumption that you are done with your entire life by the time you turn 30. (And I’m being generous).

You’re done learning.
You’re done growing as a person.
You’re done with positive change.
You’re irrevocably set on a path from which your feet may never stray.

Gracious. If I thought *that* about adulthood, I’d jump off the pier and have done. Personally, does the Lord tarry, I’m expecting another five decades of life. If you told me that I was never going to learn anything else in the next fifty years, … well, I’d laugh at you.

I had a great… you know what? I didn’t, actually. I had a nice, normal, uneventful, teenage life. My twenties were full of random drama, but mostly remarkable by achieving what now seems well-nigh impossible. (A ring, a mortgage, a baby – in that order). My thirties were full of being a mom to young kids. Busy, mostly. I’ve been a SAHM since the first baby. He’s 13 as of a couple weeks ago.

Now I’m forty, and the world is opening before me like an oyster. I’m teaching my kids – and learning along with them. Fun! I’m interning at church – and learning, and growing. I’m making new friends and developing new skills. I’m working my tail off! And I love it. LOVE IT.

And they came ’round with the black crepe* last birthday… why? That’s just stupid. Yes. I’m no longer a fresh young thing looking to pick a husband. K. I have a husband. He’s awesome. We’ve just about worn the worst of the rough spots off. Marriage is better than it ever has been. I should want to date? You people are on something.

We *should* enjoy the stages we’re in. When you’re a fresh young thing – enjoy it. Enjoy being a young married, a young mom. Work through having $10 to get you to payday and nothing in the fridge. Builds teamwork. The crazy stuff your friends did? Story fodder. Toddlers? Character, like crazy. It’s all good!

Well, it’s all good if you let it be given over to God. Let Him use it as it’s meant to be used – strictly raw material. Just situation after situation, polishing you up and making you what He wants you to be.

I know He’s not done with me. This ride is a whole lot of fun. I love being His to mold, even when it hurts a bit. I can’t wait to see what’s around the corner. I’m filled with excitement and joy. Don’t ask me to look back and mourn what has past. I won’t. Instead, take my hand and let’s look forward to what comes next!

*No, they didn’t really. My friends know exactly how that’d play out. I don’t hang out with fools.

Adornments of the Heart

1Peter 3:3-6 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price. For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands: Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.

A very interesting conversation came about because of my post over at TBL in regards to aging. ( Renata had some great stuff to offer ( One of the most telling things she said was, “I know that what is important is what you give, what you do, who you are (fruits of the Spirit radiating outward), but what you look like is given unholy power”. Unholy is exactly what it is.

Luk 12:20-25 But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided? So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God. And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on. The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment. Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls? And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?

We try, oh how we try. Add stature, add curves. Subtract. Fool the eye. And what to what lengths will we go? We commonly inject ourselves with poisons, rub acid on our faces, slice and inflate and vacuum…. not to be more functional vessels, but to desperately hold onto what we call treasure, even while we watch it disintegrate before our eyes.

I like physical adornments. They’re fun. They’re sparkly. For play? For enjoying in the moment, just as we enjoy so much of this life – transitory, like a butterfly over a garden. But looks aren’t to be gripped, not held down. Nothing that I have belongs to *me* anyhow – my body is not my own.

We forget that we did not make our faces. We did not make our figures. Yes, our self-care can affect both – but entropy will have its day, no matter what. We wrap ourselves desperately around what was given to us to hold but for a day and we never open our eyes to the rest of life. Where, after all, are our treasures supposed to be?

Matthew 6:19-21 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

And yet, we spend our money, our time, our tears… on that which we know will rot. Dust to dust. I don’t say ignore self-care, because we are stewards of our bodies. Should we not take care of what He has created, that which we are stewards over? But – this is not our treasure. Our bodies are tools, vessels, very temporary dwelling places. Useful, to be used well – but mere containers.

2Co 4:6-7 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

Have you never had the privilege of knowing an elder whose vessel has been hollowed out by the trials of life and filled to overflowing with the Holy Spirit, whose countenance glowed, near whom the room seemed a bit brighter?

And that’s treasure… to be made more and more like God.


Romans 5:1-5 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

I was doing the intern reading tonight and missed my mark (new Bible, hasn’t been broken in yet) and started reading cheerily along in Romans instead of 1 Corinthians, where I was supposed to be reading.

I’ve been considering a post on patience, and this has pushed it out a bit. I’d never seen this until tonight… I do love my NASB, after being a strict KJV gal… (Thank you Lord, for t’was You who picked my reading).

Romans 5:1-5 Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have obtained our introduction by faith into this grace in which we stand; and we exult in hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

One usually thinks of hope as a prerequisite of perseverance, but here you see it as the result. When we practice patience and perseverance through obedience to God, in faith that His Word and promises are true, we are eventually rewarded with hope. This hits my heart in its deepest places… because although I am not emotionally patient, I have learned to wait and persevere. In so doing, I have been greatly rewarded. And ’tis true, the more I persevere, the greater my faith and my hope. It’s like carving channels in rock through which water can pour – the water both carves the passages and utilizes them. The more I submit myself to God’s carving, the more room He makes in my heart, the more He pours through me.

And I feel wonder. And I hope for greater and greater things from His good hand. I dare to ask larger things, things closer to my heart, and trust. Trust that even though I don’t see the changes now, the changes will come in His good time.

I am *not* emotionally patient, and I don’t feel calm about things on the surface of my heart most of the time. But in the deep places, the places carved deeper each day… in those places, there is peace.

First, persevere. Then, you can hope.

This is *profound*. I will be shaking my head in amazement for a few days on this, but I wanted to share it.


Creativity, or One More Reason I’m Glad I’m Not an Atheist


I had a good wander through the Dover catalogue today. My reaction to nearly every page was, “Oh pretty! I could do something with that!” This life, however is finite. I can’t really do something with everything I see, because I don’t have the time. However inspired I might be by Chinese embroidery, it’s unlikely that I’m going to learn to paint with a needle. I love blackwork, but I’ve other things to do.


I would love to raise a sheep, milk it and make cheese from the milk, shear it and spin the wool, weave the cloth and sew it up. Spend days on the moors with a trusty sheepdog hiking and letting the cold wind turn my cheeks pink. I would love to plant an orchard and watch it grow, harvest the fruit and put it up. Take the fallen wood and carve a mantle covered with briarroses. I’d love to learn to dance, to sing, to play the harp. I would love to learn Latin, Greek, Russian, German, Celtic… and every other language I’ve ever heard of. I want to swim the depths of the sea and dance with whales. My eyes caress the mountainsides, wanting to walk every step.


My eyes want to see every beauty, my ears want to hear every song, my hands want to create and participate in goodness. So much beauty there is in this world. Even this flawed, damaged world… there is so much beauty. How many paths have I not tread? How many sights have I not seen?

I understand why atheists make bucket lists, I just don’t understand why bucket lists don’t fill them with abject despair.

I believe that we were made to create. If made in the image of our Creator, and His likeness… well, how then are we not creators in our blood and bone? I believe that we were made to delight in beauty. Beauty *is* one of our Lord’s hallmarks, one of the ways that we can see where He has been. Why should I not hunger to see all of what He has made? To delight in His creation, which shows forth His glory, reminding me ever of Him?

I have all of eternity to create. I know that part of the time as another dimension means that I cannot now conceive of what “eternity” really means, because it may seem more like one moment than an infinity of time stretching forward. But should I be transformed into something that can step in and out of time… would that not give me more time to play with?

I say “no” to nothing that is not sin. I merely sometimes must say, “not now”. A precious consolation as I stand my ground, do the tasks that have been given into my hands for this instant. Just because I’m not supposed to chase my own dreams doesn’t mean that all that is good in them will not be fulfilled. My God is faithful – and He created the hungers in my soul.

Someday………….. someday I will dance.

Alignment of Self

Staring at the sky, longing… staring at the water, longing. I see a movie about whales interacting with (and being petted by) humans in the wild. I weep for what is lost. Heart breaking, knowing that once upon a time, this was how it was. This was our reality. This was part of what we were created to enjoy. Ruined. Gone. Destroyed.


Beauty is something with multiple facets, but certainly one of them is wholeness. Finding beauty is finding creation in something approaching its original state, rediscovering original specifications. Why must I weed out my grass to have beauty? The curse. Why does time take the shine from my skin and my hair? The curse. Why must I dust and mend and spend so much of my life pushing back on entropy? Because we have been cursed.

There is, to my mind, no harm in mourning the cursed state that we now “enjoy”. The Word says that even creation groans, waiting for the Lord to come so that it can be remade. Cleaned. New. Free. If rocks are waiting … if the *rocks* want our Lord to come back and reign, how much more so shall I? There is nothing wrong with admitting that I want what was lost. If t’were worth nothing… then the loss would be nothing.

Am I an ambassador, am I someone from another land? I am… whatever I am here. But eternally – which means now, as well as after my corporeal death – I am God’s precious daughter, clean and sinless, aligned with the will of the Lord in all things. Pushing the old nature to the ground, where it deserves to be… ridding myself of its filth, its endless tiresome whining, doing what I can, for all is really His to do, only mine to will, to ask, to pray, to offer up.

James 3:11 Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?

To thine own self be true. I want to be true to myself. But I don’t want to be true to my basest instincts and random desires, I want to be true to the best of me. The “me” that I think of, when I think of myself. The bright center created by the Lord. I want to be good. I enjoy walking in the Light. I align with goodness. I am this, because I have been made this, washed with the Blood of the Lamb. But I *have been made new* and there is no wrongness in saying that I just don’t want to have dirt on my heart. It itches, it burns, it hurts, it makes me ashamed.

Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:

I want to cast aside every weight and run this race. I want to run Home and be transformed. I want life before the curse.

(I found the image via Pinterest on the “Science/Nature” board, it has the following link:

MMORPGs and the Illusion of Achievement

Why do MMORPGs (henceforth to be referred to as MMOs) have such a powerful ability to give the player the illusion of achievement? What is it about a silly computer game that can suck in otherwise responsible adults – much less teenagers?

I speak with some experience. First off, before I dropped into playing MMOs, my husband is a major gamer. He has played table-top RPGs since I’ve known him, and started playing Everquest in beta back when we were first married. I joined him in Everquest for a couple of years, although it was never my best game. I’ve played EQ2 briefly, SWG briefly, the first Guild Wars through level 20 (when you had to play with other people), the second Guild Wars through level 30ish (I forget), and I have a level 85 Paladin and Druid in World of Warcraft (WoW). I also spent a couple of years, pretty nearly every evening, hanging out in Second Life. (Don’t ask). Have I gamed? I have gamed.

So why are they so addictive?

First: They level the playing field.(1) No matter your age or education, no matter your real-life strength or skills – in game we’re all the same. You make *choices* that determine your looks, what you’re good at, and what you will learn. And if you don’t like those choices? Fold it up and start over.

Second: Starting over. It’s easy. Especially before you invest much time in a particular character. And death is momentary.

Third: You have to spend just enough time to feel like you’re really doing something. If you work all day at anything, and you are rewarded, you’re going to feel good about whatever it is you did. In an MMO, you occasionally have to do really tedious quests/tasks in order to move up in level or to get a piece of gear. But then – reward! You get it, and you move on to the next task.

Fourth: Always new places to see, new things to do. Even when you hit end-game (maximum level), MMO game designers don’t want you to stop playing – so they find something else for you to do. There will be a new dungeon to hit, a new raid, a new and obscure piece of gear to craft. There is *always* a carrot. (They don’t have a stick, so they’re really great at carrots).

Fifth: New places to see. From the comfort of your couch, your computer chair or even your bed, you can see great plains full of antelope-like critters, swamps with giant mushrooms, dark dungeons inhabited by the undead… etc. You don’t have to leave home. You don’t have to interact with anyone real that you don’t want to interact with (and you can choose to interact if you want to – MMO have other players, they aren’t freestanding games).

Sixth: You can do all this stuff, from bed. Nearly everyone who plays MMOs started because they were bored or sick or lonely or … just not up to dealing with the real world. I leveled 30 levels in WoW while I had a broken foot! Couldn’t do much else… and then once you’ve started, well, you’re addicted and it’s hard to stop.

Seventh: You’ve made friends! You get to know people while playing the game. Even the most antisocial person sometimes has to pair up or group up to get the goal. The game designers make sure that this happens, because the friend group is a draw to return to the game. Some people play with real-life friends, some people meet friends in game, some people combine the two. And you take the same friends from game to game to game…

You can see how this works. Your life sucked for some reason – and you gave WoW a try. It was really easy to hit level 10, and you had so much fun killing all those orcs. Plus, it’s only a couple more levels until you get your pet. Or can turn into a seal. You know, you just want to experience all this game can give you. It’s not a big deal. And then you make some friends, and … suddenly you have other people to brag about having leveled (and to compete with). Oh, you’re “the” tailor in the guild? People need you! Well, you know this Saturday is raid day. And so is next Tuesday, until midnight. Don’t you understand commitment?

The games are immersive. They have good storylines and there is always something else to work for. They’re pretty and they’re fun. And you find people for whom “I just killed the Lich King!” is a big deal. And while you have to work for your rewards in an MMO, you don’t have to work nearly as hard as you do IRL.(2) And when you fail, it’s not a big deal. You make community, you test your abilities, you learn skills, you discover new areas (some games give you credit for running around and looking at things, and they’re nearly always pretty enough to bother). No one cares what your RL self looks like, no one cares how much money you have IRL, no one has to know anything about you.

After a little while, you think you’re achieving something… but you’re not. Just passing time.

It’s not like I hate gaming and MMOs, I just don’t play anymore. I tailored enough clothing in SW Galaxies, WoW, and Rift. I decided I’d make some IRL. I worked hard on making my fantasy house fabulous in Second Life… now I make my real house clean. I have numerous friends made in those games, especially ISL.

Right this minute? My husband and kids are all playing Minecraft together. I could go play … just another MMO… with my family.. but no. BTDT. And I have, not just the t-shirt, but the over priced figurine.


(1) At least at first. Of course after a few people get to the top ranks, you’ll have twinks who get all the best weapons from day one, and of course better players find that their play experience carries over. DH is a top-rank ranger/hunter no matter the game, he knows how to play the long-range DPS class. When everyone can twink, the game loses a great deal of its appeal, IMO – and all the great games have succumbed to the temptation to get people to end-game more quickly.

(2) In Real Life. As opposed to ISL, in Second Life. Or … well, you get it.

Eternity, Dimensionality, Gnosticism, MMOs, Predestination

I first found the theory that the “real” universe has 10 dimensions by listening to Chuck Missler (1). Apparently the physicists (2) and ancient Jewish philosophers (Maimonides) have come up with the same number of dimensions. When I originally ran up against the theory that the reality that we live in is more or less a digital simulation, I felt a bit gnostic about the whole thing – like “well, I guess this isn’t the real me, the real me is the spirit”. And then I did a bit more thinking. Does a three-dimensional being not inhabit MORE of reality, *know* more of reality, than a two-dimensional being? Simply assuming that this world that we see isn’t everything doesn’t imply that our bodies are nothing – no, it implies that our bodies are exactly what Scripture has always said. That we see but a shadow of reality as we are now – but someday we will see the Truth, but in order to do that, we must become like Him. We must put on our own glorified 10 dimensional bodies to perceive His true self.

I’ve played a lot of very immersive MMOs over the years, and I know how easy it is to get sucked into that world. The more time you spend there, the more that reality squishes out your real life. There are things to achieve (3), places to explore – and very frequently, some incredibly beautiful places to visit. You make friends, you do things… yes, you’re limited to sight and sound, but they do the best that they can with those senses. There is beauty to be found in some MMOs.

Likewise, I’m a lifetime escapist reader. Let me tell you about my two weeks on the train through China, with nothing to do but read (and reread) the Narnia series. When you immerse yourself in the world of words, you can start to live in that world. Surely I am not the only person who goes back and visits “old friends” in various books – just rereading to get the flavor, visit the characters… not because I’ve forgotten the plots. At any time I can flip forward to find out what the characters do without hanging out for the intervening time… it doesn’t put me in control of the characters’ decisions!

This aligns me with CS Lewis insofar as the predestination/election fight is concerned. If God created Time, then it follows that He is outside of Time. If outside of Time, then He can see all of Time as easily as I can pick a book up off the shelf and select any page at random. (More easily, I am sure – and He can make changes, which I cannot). (Actually, this makes me think of “The other dimensions have to deal with possibilities. The fifth and sixth dimensions have to deal with the future. According to quantum physics there can be any number of possible futures, but the reason why only one outcome exists is the act of choice. The fifth and sixth dimensions deal with the branching of each of these possiblities. In essence if you could master each the fifth and sixth dimension you could travel back in time or go to different futures.” (2). Perhaps this is part of what is affected by prayer?) At any rate – I agree with CS Lewis. (paraphrased) “To watch a man doing something is not to force him to do it.” God already knows what you will choose. And perhaps your choices have been affected by the prayers of others (this is about to make me MUCH more serious about my prayer life).

So what do I think? Little Hearthie, who is no great mind, thinks that we are probably already 10 dimensional beings, and we’ve been squished down into these 3 dimensional bodies, aware of nothing more than what we can see – and at the same time, the shadows and echoes and faint far-off scents of other dimensions filter down into our awareness, confusing us and making us search for things we are forbidden to touch. The echoes of “we are all eternal beings”, reincarnation, etc – they’re echoes of the truth. We are more than we can see, and yet this reality is totally real. We are not less than fleshbeings, we are more. Our choices mean more, our prayers are greater than we can fathom, our loves and our hatreds shape more than we can imagine…….. and all of this, we could have learned by paying closer attention to the Scriptures.

All small truths flow into the one large Truth, our Lord Jesus Christ. We are being made into beings like Him – beings who can taste eternity.

(3) someone please remind me to write a blog about the illusion of achievement in MMOs

Ambassadors are Under Orders

I have a close non-Christian friend that I ran some of the bloggy goodness by, and she questioned me on the whole meme of “not of this world”. She feels like it feeds into not taking care of this world, making a big mess, and basically being so heavenly minded that you’re no earthly good. (If she’s reading this – yes, we have a catchphrase for that!)

I love it when people thump me on the head and make me re-think my writing. Oh, I still agree with myself, but explanations are in order. 🙂

Some ambassadors act like they can do anything they like in the country they’re sent out to, but it only makes their country look bad. I don’t want to make my Country or my Liege look bad! On the contrary.

Once a person is saved, they get a permanent one-way ticket to Heaven. You have to wonder why we stay here, and don’t go all Jim Jones on y’all. Some of it is fleshly fondness for our friends and our lives, but not all of it. Paul wrote that it was better for him to be dead, but better for his followers that he was alive (2 Corinthians 5). That’s how it is for all Christians, if you think about it – better for us in Heaven, but better for those around us, if we’re still here.

While we’re on Earth, we’re deployed. We have a list of things to do – there’s a basic list, and then there’s a person-specific list. One of my “things” is exhortation. Doesn’t feel like much to me, but if God wants me to do it, I’ll go do it. (I enjoy it too much for it to be “work”). That’s a Hearthie-specific task. As a mom and wife, I have tasks like taking care of my kids, making sure dinner’s ready, that sort of thing – and you know, that can be done well or poorly. It can be done to get done, or it can be done as unto the Lord. There’s always something to be done, and much will be required of whom much was given.

I guess you could call me a bit obsessed on that angle… because I have been given so many gifts. I started listing them out, but it got embarrassing. The thing is – I know I’ll be called on to account for those gifts. “What did you do with what I gave you?” I don’t want to come up short. I know that in the past I haven’t always used my time as well as I could have. Mistakes *have* been made. Time *has* been wasted. I can’t go back in time – but I can go forward. I want to please God. I want to hear, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant”. (I think in KJV some of the time, just go with it).

At any time, the trumpet can sound and that one-way ticket can activate. If the Trump doesn’t sound – a bus can jump the street, or a loony can decide to stab you while you’re at the toy store. Control is an illusion. I want to live my life in a way that I am giving a gift of self with my last breath. I care about blessing those around me.

And maybe I’m crazy, thinking that other Christians care about the same thing… but maybe they need to be reminded. Reminded that beauty and peace come from Above, reminded that they’re on deployment, that this isn’t their home. We are here for a reason, so we’d best do a good job.

Blogroll added

If you don’t see yourself there and would like to, tell me. (If I know you or read your blog, it will happen).

If you do see yourself there and would like not to, tell me. (And it will go away).

Learning this WordPress thingamajigy. And since TC is fading into the sunset a bit… best to have a good blogroll. FYI, no one on that roll is going to agree with everyone on the blogroll. *I* don’t. Try not to start any holy wars, okay? I adore a good blogroll, so it’s far past time that I provided one.

I am not entirely thrilled with the blog theme, but I’m cheap and this works for now. 😀

-squishy hugs to everyone because I’m in that sort of mood-