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taboo

Hmm. What is taboo? No really! I don’t know! This is a part of my schooling to do this writing excercise… goodness! What is taboo?

» Posted By Emma Travis On 05.14.2013 @ 5:53 am

auburn

I glanced over my shoulder, my long, auburn hair flying into my face as I did so. Behind me, I could see two police cars coming fast. I prayed hard, “Oh Lord Jesus, help!” Eventually, four more police regiments closed in and forced me and my husband off the road.
“Yes, officer?” my husband said politely, with trust in the Lord in his eyes.
“You are under arrest!” the police screamed.
“On what charge, sir?”
“Being a Christian. Come with us.”

“Oh Lord Jesus, help!”

» Posted By Emma Travis On 05.13.2013 @ 8:38 am

creature

The cave gave the appearance of a creature’s evil mouth… shadows flashed across the walls as my head lamp scanned the walls. This was amazing!

“London! This is fabulous!” I cried to my best friend.

“No kidding! God’s creation is simply and completely gorgeous!”

We kept heading down the spelunking path, gasping and grinning at the creepy beauty. I attempted to avoid slamming my head, 5 feet and 10 inches in the air, into the stalactites that dropped down into the cave. Unsuccessfully, but still, it was a good attempt.

African caves… the Lord is good to me!!!!!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 04.18.2013 @ 9:08 am

fabricated

The lie that I had just fabricated burned a hole in my mind. It was a terrible feeling. “Oh Lord Jesus!” I cried silently, “I need help. I’m a liar. I’m lost. Save me! Save me completely, Father!”

Amen.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 04.01.2013 @ 1:18 pm

What does fabricated mean? No really, I don’t know what it means. Pause real quick, and I’ll find out what it is. I’ll be back!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 04.01.2013 @ 1:16 pm

bronze

Atalya stared at the immense building. The walls glittered! She blinked several times, debating about what the walls were made of. She walked quietly up to a Levite man standing next to a pillar.

“Sir?” she began quietly.

“What do you want, child?” the man asked gently.

“Are these walls made of bronze?”

“Oh no. This is Jehovah’s temple my child. The walls are made of gold, but gold pales in comparison to…” and here his voice lowered, “Jehovah’s Son. Jesus Christ. Do you know him?”

Atalya shook her head. “But I want to.”

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.29.2013 @ 10:09 am

calamity

I looked over the great expanse before me. Burkina Faso, a beautiful country, a lost country. The millions of fires burning were clearly visible from the clear air on top of this mountain: Mount Ioba. The people around those fires didn’t know Jesus. That is the greatest calamity. “Lord, save them.”

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.26.2013 @ 9:30 am

beware

A sign nailed to a tree next to the trail said one word. One word in black paint: beware. Christian blinked in nervousness, then looked up, and far away, he saw the glory of the Celestial City. Beware? Satan, YOU beware, for a soldier of the Lord comes!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.21.2013 @ 7:33 am

truth

Truth? You want the truth? Alright, here it is: My name is Emma. I am 14 years old, and I am a believer in Jesus Christ! He has changed my life, and has made my life full of grace and mercy. Praise You, my Lord! YOU ARE THE TRUTH!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.19.2013 @ 6:01 am

I stared at the Hunter’s Education Website in front of me. The anatomy of the whitetail deer took up half of the screen. “I don’t know if I can remember all of this, to tell you the truth!” I almost wailed to my younger, hunting brother. “Eh, you’ll do fine. Good luck!”

Five hours later…

“Eli! I DID IT!”

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.18.2013 @ 12:02 pm

director

The folder slammed down onto the director’s desk. “Why have you offered me a RELIGIOUS article?” the editor and director screamed into the young lady’s face.
“Because I believe everyone should know about Christ.” she stated simply. She knew she would lose her job for this. But it was worth it.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.13.2013 @ 8:52 am

tales

Grandfather smiled into the smoldering embers. Aubrey leaned against his rough overalls and listened to the tales of his youth.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.12.2013 @ 7:45 am

flames

The sap boiled and sputtered over the orange flames. My eyes burned in the smoke and steam as I skimmed off the impurities off the surface of the watery, sweet substance. Soon, oh so soon! there would be maple syrup to devour!!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.06.2013 @ 6:13 am

lamb

The Good Sheperd ran over the waving, grassy fields, looking for His lamb. Emma had wandered off again, this time farther than ever before. He stopped and listened. A faint cry, down by the precipice, “Jesus? Father! Help me! I’m lost.” He smiled. There was the call He was waiting for.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 03.05.2013 @ 7:24 am

weathered

The storm beat against the weathered barn. The peeled paint revealed aged, gray boards, contrasted against the intense green and dark gray of the summer storm. Lightening flickered just above the barn, lighting up the beautiful sight.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.21.2013 @ 8:42 am

flailing

Emma Grace grinned. The other little girl, (funny, but her name is Emma as well) flailed her arms around, kicking madly in the 12 foot deep pool. She looked remarkably like a water bug, skipping across the water, arms waving. Other swimmers, in Emma Grace’s lane, watched in amusement. They loved the little girl, but GOODNESS, does she EVER need to learn to swim correctly!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.19.2013 @ 8:12 am

Emma Grace grinned. The other little girl, (funny, but her name is Emma as well) flailed her arms around, kicking madly. Other swimmers, in Emma Grace’s lane, watched in amusement. They loved the little girl, but GOODNESS, do they EVER need to learn to swim correctly!

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.19.2013 @ 8:10 am

claims

The judge slammed his hammer onto the polished desk.
“Present your case,” he shouted at the woman standing before him. “Woman” isn’t the right word: the girl was 14 years old.
“Atalya Travis presents her case; she claims she has done nothing wrong,” announced the lawyer standing beside the girl.
“I have done nothing wrong, your honor,” she said respectfully, “But in our government’s eyes, I have done the worst crime imaginable. I have loved the Lord Jesus Christ, distributed Bibles among my schoolmates, and I have led a Bible Study in my home.”
Gasps echoed in the sparse building.
“But!” the girl’s courageous voice rang through the stillness. “My Lord is with me. He is my Best Friend, my Comforter, my Defender. I am not afraid.”
The judge’s eyes connected with the hammer in his hand. He blinked back any thoughts of mercy. This girl had done the worst crime in the Iranian law. She was a Christian.

The sound of a sharp tap on the desk announced her fate: guilty of loving Love.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.07.2013 @ 7:59 am

husband

This is my idea of a husband: strong, virtuous, faithful, patient, loving, responsible, full of the Holy Spirit, generous, kind, hospitable, hard-working, honest, true, and above all, loves Jesus Christ more than he could ever love a human… even me.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.05.2013 @ 6:39 am

learn

I picked up my slate. My black as night skin reflected the oil lamp’s fire. A shaky letter “a” was scratched onto the slate with an awful sound. I grinned. Slowly but surely, I was learning.

» Posted By Emma Travis On 02.12.2013 @ 8:01 am

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