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pardonmymannerssir · 6 years ago

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happiness throws a shower of sparks (Final Part)

Part Three (AO3 Link)

Warnings: Mention of past abuse; PTSD symptoms

Rating: Mature

“Well, Jon, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” Tormund asks over the noise of the bar, setting down his half empty mug and leaning close enough to Jon that he can smell the beer on his breath. Tor has no sense of personal space.

Jon grunts, staring into the deep amber liquid of his own glass, wishing like hell he’d never told Tor about Sansa. And he sure as hell shouldn’t have let him guilt him into coming out at all. He’s felt like a raw, exposed nerve since she left; the world too bright and loud without her in it.

“What can I do?”

Tor snorts, the sound muffled as he downs the rest of his beer. “You go after her, dumbass.”

Jon, aware that the answers to his problems aren’t going to be found at the bottom of a chipped beer mug, finishes his fourth pint anyway. He’s never been much of a drinker –he’s seen far too many families torn apart by it, first in the Army and then at the station- but the booze is helping to take the edge off. It’s only been a month and a half since she left but it feels like a lifetime. Only the things she left behind, most of her clothes, her hair products and a pair of pretty silver earrings, convince him it wasn’t all some pathetic dream he concocted in his head.

“It’s not that simple.” Jon says, signaling the bartender for another round. But it sure is tempting.

He can feel Tor rolling his eyes. “Sure it is. You hop on a fucking plan, find her, and drag her ass back here. Or profess your undying love or some shit.”

Jon chuckles but it sounds humorless and dry even to him. “Brienne is a lucky woman, Tor.”

Tormund, begin Tormund, takes this compliment literally and beams, beer gleaming brightly in his red beard.

Jon is saved by his cell vibrating in his back pocket, and his heart immediately jumps into his throat as he pulls it out. Maybe… but no, it’s Arya.

“I gotta take this,” he mumbles, Tor waving him off, and Jon steps into the heavy night air. He draws in a deep cleansing breath as he answers.

“Hey, Arya,” he says.

“Jon,” is all she has to say for him to know something is very, very wrong. “Jon its Sansa…”

Jon’s only been to New York City once, shortly after his last deployment, a few months before getting out of the Army. Ygritte had met him at the airport and they’d stayed a few days, playing tourist. To Jon, it had been just another big, overcrowded city like a hundred other big, overcrowded cities. Now it feels like a living, breathing monster that Jon has to somehow overcome.

Arya is waiting for him near the baggage claim, a worn backpack dangling from one shoulder. He hadn’t brought anything but a backpack himself; blindly throwing random clothes together before getting an Uber to the airport. She’s pacing, arms crossed, the dark fringe of her hair gleaming in the too bright fluorescents. Relief is clear in her eyes when she spots him.

“She left me the message yesterday,” Arya says immediately, grabbing Jon by the arm and steering him toward the exit. She fishes out her phone with a free hand and fiddles with it for a minute before shoving it at him. “Listen.”

Shaking a bit, Jon presses the phone to his ear, heart lurching to hear Sansa’s voice again. “Arya, I know we haven’t spoken in a while and I know that’s mostly my fault. Don’t get me wrong, you can be pig-headed and stubborn… but you were right. Right about Joffrey, about my life, about everything. I-I left him, Arya, I want to get my life back, I want my family back. I’ve been staying with Jon in Chicago, he helped me get back on my feet… and I think, and well you’ll hate it, but I think maybe that he and I have a chance at something… but I need to sort out my life first. I-I hope you can forgive me… I hope-” her voice cuts out suddenly at the sound of a door slamming open and he can hear her sharp intake of breath. “No…” she murmurs, and Jon can all but taste the fear and loathing in her voice. “How? N-No, don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch-” there’s a scrabbling sound, a short cry of pain, and then silence.

“Jon,” Arya says quietly, shaking him gently, and he realizes he’s stopped dead in the middle of a busy thoroughfare and is breathing heavily. People are staring. “Jon, pull it together.”

“We have to find her,” he says, hardly aware he’s speaking. He gives Arya back her phone and dials Tormund on his own cell. If he doesn’t keep moving he knows he’s going to completely lose it.

Tor had called in a missing persons as soon as Jon had told him what was going on, relating to him what Arya had explained was in Sansa’s message. He’d gone full cop mode.

“They haven’t found her,” Tor says gravely when he picks up, “But I did get a possible address out of them, got a pen?”

“Arya, take a note in your phone,” he tells her as they emerge from John F. Kennedy airport and into the madness that is New York City. Tor gives him the address and Arya quickly types it out, her hands shaking too.

“Be careful Jon,” Tor says meaningfully.

“I will,” he says, voice hard, as Arya manages to hail down a cab and they shuffle inside.

Jon gives the cabbie the address and tries to get control of himself, the sound of Sansa’s broken scream replaying over and over again in his head. God, if anything’s happens to her he doesn’t know what he’ll do. It’s just like Ygritte all over again. He’d failed her too, been too late to help her, to save her-

Arya takes his hand and squeezes, hard enough to hurt, forcing him to look at her. “We’re going to find her, okay?”

Jon nods, and there is murder in her eyes reflecting back at him. Today… today he chooses violence.

The police are already at the upscale apartment building when they arrive. Apparently Sansa and Joffrey had owned the penthouse on the top floor but, according to the police Sargent who meets them in the lobby, no one has been there in nearly a year.

“No sign of struggle and the doorman hasn’t seen either of them come in or out. We’re verifying with the surveillance feed, but this looks like a dead end.”

Arya scrambles for her phone as Jon processes this information, his heart falling somewhere into the vicinity of his boots.

“H-Here listen to this,” she says, handing her phone over, “Maybe it will help or something, I don’t know...”

The Sergeant listens to Sansa’s message with a grave face. When he’s done he waves over one of his officers. “We need to get more men on this, I’m gonna call the Captain and see what we can do. Make sure they comb the residence thoroughly, we’re looking for some clue, any clue as to where whoever took her might have gone.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The man turns back to Jon. “Alright, I need you to tell me everything you know about Mr. and Mrs. Baratheon.”

Two hours later, Arya finds him in the alley behind the apartment building. He’d snagged a few cigarettes from one of the detectives and is working his way through the last one. He hasn’t smoked in years, but there’s a cynical sort of comfort in the taste; blood and smoke on his tongue, the sound of gunfire in his ears, the heat of the desert burning his skin.

She hunches down next to him in the dark, arms wrapped around herself. Arya had always been larger than life, her slight body never seeming quite able to contain her large personality, but she seems very small in that moment. He feels wrung out, drained.

“I-I didn’t know…” she says quietly, breaking a long stretch of silence and Jon huffs.

“Yeah you did,” he says darkly, leaning his head back against the concrete wall, then, to soften the blow, “We all did, at least a little.”

Arya nods, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re right… we all suspected. D-dad was so worried, he and mom fought about it a lot. And then… after the accident, I was just so angry I-“

Jon puts a hand on her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Arya, we just have to find her now. I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t-” He breaks off, voice cracking and he presses his eyes closed. Her face is burned into his eyelids, however; it’s engraved on his very soul. Her smile, her laugh, the taste of her skin, they’re all shards of glass in his gut, cutting and slicing him apart from the inside out.

It’s just like Ygritte all over again.

Arya takes his hand and they sit like that for a long time.

Then, “So… you and Sansa, huh?” Her voice wavers and he smiles, it feels broken and sharp on his face.

“Yeah.”

“You did moon over her all the time in high school.”

Jon throws her a dark look and she chuckles a little, rocking back on her heels as she wraps her arms around her knees. “What? You did. Don’t think we didn’t notice. Robb tried to ignore it, of course, Mom too, but Dad…” she looks at him, dark eyes glinting in the city lights, “Dad hoped she’d end up with you, or at least someone like you. He used to smile all, I don’t know, soft or whatever whenever the two of you were together.” She draws in a shaky breath and looks away. “Don’t get me wrong, its super weird and gross but… I think Dad would be really happy she found you.”

Jon tosses his half smoked cigarette into a mysterious puddle nearby and pulls Arya into his arms. He can feel her trembling with suppressed tears, knows a few are leaking out of his own eyes, a dam only barely held at bay. They stay like that for a long time, two shipwrecked sailors, clinging to each other for dear life as the storm rages on around them.

“Here’s the name of a hotel nearby,” the Sergeant says, handing Jon a bit of ripped paper, “We got you a good discount.”

Jon takes it with a curt nod. “Thanks.”

The other man rubs the back of his neck, real compassion and regret in his eyes. “Wish we had more to tell you, but we’ll be in touch as soon as we know more, alright?”

Jon swallows against the terror and rage in his throat. “Yeah.”

He and Arya stand listlessly on the street corner, staring into the unfeeling, unflinching traffic, the city immune to their suffering.

Arya finally steps forward to hail another cab when a pretty woman in towering heels and a short blue dress descends upon them.

“Arya Stark?” she queries breathlessly, “Are you Arya Stark?”

Arya frowns, studying the pretty woman skeptically. “Yeah, who are you?”

The woman deflates in on herself. “Oh thank god. I’ve been going mad trying to get ahold of someone. I recognized you from this picture she had in college. Anyway, I’m Margery, a friend of Sansa’s.”

Jon’s heart lurches, and Arya perks up, gaze sharpening to knife points.

“Have you seen her?” he asks, not bothering to keep the desperation out of his voice. Margery turns, eyes curious and assessing. There’s intelligence there, and cold calculation beneath an honest sort of concern.

“Not for the past two days, and she was supposed to come home after some meeting, I’ve been worried sick. She’s been staying with me while she handles the divorce.”

“The divorce?” Arya asks, trading a glance with Jon.

Margery frowns. “You didn’t know? Yeah, she came back to town to file for divorce, she had some lawyer friend she was talking to that she was sure she could trust, but I wasn’t so sure… I’d heard some creepy rumors about the guy but-“

Jon snags her arm, startling her. “What’s his name?”

She blinks owlishly, caught off guard, and he immediately lets her go. She purses her lips, eyes a bit cooler than before. “Petyr Baelish, some big shot corporate lawyer type. Sansa said he’d been a friend of her mom or something, but like I said, there were some gross rumors about the guy.”

“Do you know where she was going for this meeting?” Jon presses, feeling as though he might fly out of his skin.

Margery bites her lip, thinking, “She said something about Brooklyn, and she wanted to visit some café or something after...”

“Do you know the name of the café?” Arya snaps, clearly losing patience.

Margery nods and pulls a pen and paper from her purse, writing it down quickly and handing it over to Arya. “Here. A-are the police inside?”

“Yeah,” Arya says absently, and Jon can see the plan forming in her mind, the same one forming in his own. They aren’t going to wait for the police.

They turn as one to grab a cab, Jon’s thoughts a torrent of rage and desperation, and Margery grabs his arm.

“You’re Jon, aren’t you?” she asks quietly, intelligent eyes sizing him up. He nods slightly, not trusting himself to speak.

“She told me about you… I’m… I’m glad she found you,” she tells him careful, shadows behind her eyes. “Please find her.”

“I will,” he croaks, and follows Arya into a cab.

They narrow down their search to three office buildings near the café Margery told them about.

“We’ll start with the closest one, alright?” he says, unearthing skills he’d hoped to never need again. He knows how to hunt people down, how to find them when they don’t want to be found. He could do this. He’d do anything to protect Sansa.

Arya nods and they hurry down the street, his heart a drum beat in his chest, forcing himself to focus, to not think about all the horrible things that might already have happened to her.

They’re nearly there when Arya stops dead in her tracks, face deadly pale.

“Arya, what-“ she grabs him by the arm, fingernails biting him through his shirt, and hisses. “It’s him, Jon it’s him.”

Jon follows her gaze across the street, eyes darting, until they settle on a blaze of gold. Despite the years, Joffrey looks basically the same. Pretty, slim, well dressed. Jon's almost halfway across the street, mind cycling through the various ways he might ruin Joffrey’s pretty, scowling face, when Arya grabs him by the arm.

“Don’t,” she hisses, tugging him back, “We need to follow him.”

Jon breaths in, trembling with rage and nods, unable to speak. They wait for Joffrey to round a corner before hurrying after him. He’s easy to keep track of with his gleaming, well coifed hair.

They don’t have to follow him for long. Three blocks later he keys into a business complex and Jon dashes forward, only barely managing to catch the door with his foot. He stands paralyzed, framed in the glass doorway, but Joffrey doesn’t bother to look back. He swallows and waves Arya forward as Joffrey’s footsteps echo up the staircase.

Together they slip inside and he presses a finger to his lips and demonstrates how carefully she needs to step. Joffrey whistles too himself, some vaguely familiar tune, conveniently masking any misstep on their part as they follow after him. Near the fifteenth floor of the clearly disused build, Joffrey finally turns and steps out of the stairwell, Jon and Arya hurry the last few steps to crouch behind the door.

Carefully, Jon half stands and looks through the small window in the steel door. A nondescript and deserted hallway stares back. There are no doors and the taupe carpet is old and stained; the whole building smells of rat piss and decay.

“Jon,” Arya whispers and he turns to watch as she fishes something out of her backpack. Jon goes cold as she frees it.

“Jesus, Arya, what-” she cuts him off, shoving an H&K P30 pistol into his hands.

“It’s Gendry’s, he gave it to me.”

The gun feels like a living thing as he wraps his fingers around it, suppressing half a decade of demons in the process.

“Alright,” he says quietly. “Alright, stay close to me.” He’d rather she stayed behind but knows better than to say so.

He takes a moment to steady himself, recalling skills and training he’d hoped to forget, and quietly presses the door open, easing into the hall. Voices echo up the hall, muted and indistinct behind closed doors, originating from the left fork in the hallway. He presses himself against the wall at the corner and chances a glance. Another empty hallway with a single steel door at the end. The florescent light, dirty and old, flickers faintly every few seconds. The voices have grown louder. A woman’s and a man’s –no, two men.

He’s considering his best course of action, sorting through a library of possible scenarios, when Sansa lets out a heart wrenching scream and all he can see is red.

Jon busts into the room, the door hadn’t been locked, gun in hand. Sansa is tussling on the floor with Joffrey, both of them spiting and cursing, another man is slumping against the wall on Jon’s left, leaving a bright trail of blood on the wall behind him. He looks stunned as he touches the knife embedded in his chest. Jon doesn’t spare him another thought as he tackles Joffrey to the floor, the impact dislodging the gun from his hand.

The element of surprise wears off quickly and Jon only manages to land a single, solid punch to Joffrey’s nose, blood spurting, before a fist meets his temple and they’re rolling across the floor. The little prick is stronger than he looks and Jon is out of practice. Dazed, he remembers Sansa’s face that day on the pier as she revealed all her demons to him one by one. Rage gives him strength as he rips back Joffrey’s mop of golden hair and sinks his teeth into his throat, tasting blood. Joffrey makes a high-pitched squealing sound and pushes Jon away from him.

His high-end suit is torn, blood dribbling from his nose soaking into his blue silk shirt, and his hair is standing on end. Pure, unadulterated hatred radiates from his blue eyes and his pale face is flushed and distorted, made hideous by rage.

"You fucking freak!" Joffrey hisses, pressing a hand to his neck. "I'll fucking kill you!"

The sound of a gun cocking draws both their attention.

Sansa is trembling, but not with fear, no, her eyes radiate fury and disgust as she levels the gun at Joffrey who looks utterly shocked. She has a fresh bruise on her cheek bone and there’s blood soaking the front of her once green summer dress, he knows it’s not hers, it’s likely the blood of the other man slumped motionlessly on the ground, but it’s enough to make him want to strangle Joffrey with his bare fucking hands.

The sound of approaching sirens breaks the silence as Arya steps into the room with her phone pressed to her ear, murmuring muted instructions to someone on the other end.

“Sansa,” Jon says softly, but she won’t look at him, though tears well in her eyes. “Sansa, honey, give me the gun,” he presses, taking two short steps toward her. She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving Joffrey.

“He deserves to die,” she whispers.

“I know, love, I know,” he says, reaching her side but not touching her; he can sense he shouldn’t touch her, not yet. Her hands are coated with blood and God, he knows how hard it will be to wash it all off. “He deserves to be punished, but not like this, not at any cost to you, okay?” Death, killing, it always has a cost. Always.

The sirens are blaring now as Sansa lowers her arm, tears spilling down her face. Joffrey immediately makes a break for it.

Arya began taking karate at age five, a natural brawler, and has been an avoid practitioner her entire life. She knocks Joffrey out cold before he makes it halfway across the room. She kicks him once in the face for good measure as Jon carefully pulls Sansa into his arms and the gun clatters to the floor.

She murmurs his name over and over again, burying her face in his chest as her slim body trembles with the force of her sobs. Together, they sink to the floor and he’s shaking with her; feeling as if he's coming apart at the seams. He’d come so very close to losing her. So very, very close.

He presses his face into her hair and smooths his hands up and down her back murmuring comforting nonsense, so grateful he’d made it in time, so grateful he's not alone.

Two years later...

Jon slams the door of the moving van shut and wipes the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt.

“That’s everything,” he announces and Arya breathes an exaggerated sigh of relief from below. He hops off the back of the truck with a chuckle as Bran and Rickon finish setting down the last few boxes in front of the garage; Gendry, Arya’s boyfriend, looks on from the shade of a massive oak tree sipping from a water bottle. Jon braces his hands on his hips, a light breeze cooling his face and neck, and takes in the house that had been like a second home to him.

It doesn’t look so empty and lifeless anymore, no longer a monument to everything they’d lost but something more, something better.

“It’s good to be back,” Arya murmurs, coming to stand at his side, and Jon is shocked to see tears in her eyes when he looks down at her. He’s never seen Arya cry. “This is where we belong.”

“Yeah,” Jon agrees, putting an arm around her slight shoulders. “Yeah it sure is.” It feels right, all of them begin here, here where their lives began.

She lets him half-hold her for only a few moments before shoving him off with an awkward laugh, rubbing at her eyes and sighing.

Sansa appears then at the front door, one hand on her protruding belly. “Lunch is ready! But first, I want to take a picture,” she announces, and Arya and the boys all groan.

Jon laughs and snags Rickon, almost as tall as Jon at only thirteen, tousling his curly auburn hair as he tries to escape. “Come on, don’t upset the pregnant lady.”

Arya grumbles and hands her phone off to Gendry as they all gather in front of the house that had raised them. Sansa steps to Jon’s side –waddles, really, she’s only got a few more weeks till their daughter arrives- and he feels warm and ridiculous like he always does when he looks at her. She’s beautiful even with her swollen ankles and messy hair, skin glowing and eyes bright with joy. She beams up at him as Gendry starts snapping photos, ribbing Arya for not smiling, and leans in for a kiss. Bran makes a puking noise and Arya groans, but Sansa only smiles against his lips and throws her arms around his neck.

Jon eventually pulls away, resting a hand on her belly and feeling as though he might burst with happiness. “Welcome home, Sansa.”

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dfroza · 5 years ago

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Today’s reading of the Psalms and Proverbs

with Psalm 31 and 93 for August 31 and day 243 of the year (the book of 150 Psalms now in its 2nd revolution for the year) reminds me of driving a Chevy Lumina 3.1 to work at Love envelopes, inc. in Tulsa, Oklahoma with the number 93 seen on its license plate [TYD 593]

and Psalm 72 for the 72nd day of Summer is a mirroring of the alphabetic number of the word “marriage” along with Proverbs 31 for Saturday, August 31 containing lines about marriage and the beauty of a husband finding a wife of honor. and there is a strong theme of marriage interwoven throughout Scripture, with we as Christ’s Body being seen simultaneously as the Bride of Christ who is the True King of all earthly kings (and queens). and my own personal seed of writing contains a way of finding and connecting with the heart of a woman as a book.

from Today’s reading:

[Psalm 31]

How Great Is Your Goodness

For the Pure and Shining One

A song of poetic praise, by King David

I trust you, Lord, to be my hiding place.

Don’t let me down.

Don’t let my enemies bring me to shame.

Come and rescue me, for you are the only God

who always does what is right.

Rescue me quickly when I cry out to you.

At the sound of my prayer may your ear be turned to me.

Be my strong shelter and hiding place on high.

Pull me into victory and breakthrough.

For you are my high fortress, where I’m kept safe.

You are to me a stronghold of salvation.

When you deliver me out of this peril,

it will bring glory to your name.

As you guide me forth I’ll be kept safe

from the hidden snares of the enemy—

the secret traps that lie before me—

for you have become my rock of strength.

Into your hands I now entrust my spirit.

O Lord, the God of faithfulness,

you have rescued and redeemed me.

I despise these deceptive illusions,

all this pretense and nonsense,

for I worship only you.

In mercy you have seen my troubles and you have cared for me;

even during this crisis in my soul I will be radiant with joy,

filled with praise for your love and mercy.

You have kept me from being conquered by my enemy;

you broke open the way to bring me to freedom,

into a beautiful, broad place.

O Lord, help me again! Keep showing me such mercy.

For I am in anguish, always in tears,

and I’m worn out with weeping.

I’m becoming old because of grief; my health is broken.

I’m exhausted! My life is spent with sorrow,

my years with sighing and sadness.

Because of all these troubles, I have no more strength.

My inner being is so weak and frail.

My enemies say, “You are nothing!”

Even my friends and neighbors hold me in contempt!

They dread seeing me

and they look the other way when I pass by.

I am totally forgotten, buried away like a dead man,

discarded like a broken dish thrown in the trash.

I overheard their whispered threats, the slander of my enemies.

I’m terrified as they plot and scheme to take my life.

I’m desperate, Lord! I throw myself upon you,

for you alone are my God!

My life, my every moment, my destiny—it’s all in your hands.

So I know you can deliver me

from those who persecute me relentlessly.

Smile on me, your servant.

Let your undying love and glorious grace

save me from all this gloom.

As I call upon you, let my shame and disgrace

be replaced by your favor once again.

But let shame and disgrace fall instead upon the wicked—

those going to their own doom,

drifting down in silence to the dust of death.

At last their lying lips will be muted in their graves.

For they are arrogant, filled with contempt and conceit

as they speak against the godly.

Lord, how wonderful you are!

You have stored up so many good things for us,

like a treasure chest heaped up and spilling over with blessings—

all for those who honor and worship you!

Everybody knows what you can do

for those who turn and hide themselves in you.

So hide all your beloved ones

in the sheltered, secret place before your face.

Overshadow them by your glory-presence.

Keep them from these accusations, the brutal insults of evil men.

Tuck them safely away in the tabernacle where you dwell.

The name of the Lord is blessed and lifted high!

For his marvelous miracle of mercy protected me

when I was overwhelmed by my enemies.

I spoke hastily when I said, “The Lord has deserted me.”

For in truth, you did hear my prayer and came to rescue me.

Listen to me, all you godly ones: Love the Lord with passion!

The Lord protects and preserves all those who are loyal to him.

But he pays back in full all those who reject him in their pride.

So cheer up! Take courage all you who love him.

Wait for him to break through for you, all who trust in him!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 31 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 93]

The Majesty of God

A Friday song, composed by King David after being resettled in the land

Look! Yahweh now reigns as King!

He has covered himself with majesty and strength,

wearing them as his splendor-garments.

Regal power surrounds him as he sits securely on his throne.

He’s in charge of it all, the entire world,

and he knows what he’s doing!

Lord, you have reigned as King from the very beginning of time.

Eternity is your home.

Chaos once challenged you.

The raging waves lifted themselves over and over,

high above the ocean’s depths, letting out their mighty roar!

Yet at the sound of your voice they were all stilled by your might.

What a majestic King, filled with power!

Nothing could ever change your royal decrees;

they will last forever!

Holiness is the beauty that fills your house;

you are the one who abides forevermore!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 93 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 72]

The Righteous King

Solomon’s psalm

O God, make the king a godly judge like you

and give the king’s son the gift of justice too.

Help him to give true justice to your people,

honorably and equally to all.

Then the mountains of influence will be fruitful,

and from your righteousness

prosperity and peace will flow to all the people.

May the poor and humble have an advocate with the king.

May he consider the children of the poor

and crush the cruel oppressor.

The sun and moon will stop shining

before your lovers will stop worshiping;

for ages upon ages the people will love and adore you!

Your favor will fall like rain upon our surrendered lives,

like showers reviving the earth.

In the days of his reign the righteous will spring forth

with the abundance of peace and prosperity forevermore.

May he subdue and take dominion from sea to sea;

may he rule from the river to the rim.

Desert nomads are bowing at his feet,

every enemy falling facedown, biting the dust!

Distant kings will surrender and come with their gifts

from every continent and coastland;

they will offer their tribute to you.

O King of kings, they will all bow before you.

O King of kings, every nation will one day serve you.

He will care for the needy and neglected

when they cry to him for help.

The humble and helpless will know his kindness,

for with a father’s compassion he will save their souls.

They will be rescued from tyranny and torture,

for their lifeblood is precious in his eyes.

Long live this King!

May the wealth of the world be laid before him.

May there be ceaseless praise and prayer to him.

May all the blessing be brought to him.

Bless us with a bountiful harvest,

with golden grain swaying on the mountain fields!

May the cities be full of praising people, fruitful and filled—

So that his name may be honored forever!

May the fame of his name spring forth!

May it shine on, like the sunshine!

In him all will be blessed to bless others,

and may all the people bless the One who blessed them.

Praise forever Jehovah-God, the God of Israel!

He is the one and only God of wonders,

surpassing every expectation.

The blazing glory of his name will be praised forever!

May all the earth overflow with his glory!

Faithful is our King! Amen!

This concludes the poetry sung by David, Jesse’s son.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 72 (The Passion Translation)

[Proverbs 31]

Inspired Word

King Lemuel’s royal words of wisdom:

These are the inspired words my mother taught me.

Listen, my dear son, son of my womb.

You are the answer to my prayers, my son.

So keep yourself sexually pure from the promiscuous, wayward woman.

Don’t waste the strength of your anointing on those who ruin kings—you’ll live to regret it!

For you are a king, Lemuel, and it’s never fitting for a king to be drunk on wine or for rulers to crave alcohol.

For when they drink they forget justice and ignore the rights of those in need, those who depend on you for leadership.

Strong drink is given to the terminally ill, who are suffering at the brink of death.

Wine is for those in depression in order to drown their sorrows. Let them drink and forget their poverty and misery.

But you are to be a king who speaks up on behalf of the disenfranchised and pleads for the legal rights of the defenseless and those who are dying.

Be a righteous king, judging on behalf of the poor and interceding for those most in need.

[The Radiant Bride]

Who could ever find a wife like this one—she is a woman of strength and mighty valor!

She’s full of wealth and wisdom.

The price paid for her was greater than many jewels.

Her husband has entrusted his heart to her, for she brings him the rich spoils of victory.

All throughout her life she brings him what is good and not evil.

She searches out continually to possess that which is pure and righteous.

She delights in the work of her hands.

She gives out revelation-truth to feed others.

She is like a trading ship bringing divine supplies from the merchant.

Even in the night season she arises and sets food on the table for hungry ones in her house and for others.

She sets her heart upon a nation and takes it as her own, carrying it within her.

She labors there to plant the living vines.

She wraps herself in strength, might, and power in all her works.

She tastes and experiences a better substance, and her shining light will not be extinguished, no matter how dark the night.

She stretches out her hands to help the needy and she lays hold of the wheels of government.

She is known by her extravagant generosity to the poor, for she always reaches out her hands to those in need.

She is not afraid of tribulation, for all her household is covered in the dual garments of righteousness and grace.

Her clothing is beautifully knit together—a purple gown of exquisite linen.

Her husband is famous and admired by all, sitting as the venerable judge of his people.

Even her works of righteousness she does for the benefit of her enemies.

Bold power and glorious majesty are wrapped around her as she laughs with joy over the latter days.

Her teachings are filled with wisdom and kindness as loving instruction pours from her lips.

She watches over the ways of her household and meets every need they have.

Her sons and daughters arise in one accord to extol her virtues, and her husband arises to speak of her in glowing terms.

“There are many valiant and noble ones, but you have ascended above them all!”

Charm can be misleading, and beauty is vain and so quickly fades,

but this virtuous woman lives in the wonder, awe, and fear of the Lord.

She will be praised throughout eternity.

So go ahead and give her the credit that is due, for she has become a radiant woman,

and all her loving works of righteousness deserve to be admired at the gateways of every city!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 31 (The Passion Translation)

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Kids Holiday Gift Guide 2017

It's time to get this holiday party started! I've had several emails and IG messages inquiring about gift guides for the holiday season. I decided that it would be easiest to focus on one gift guide at a time, so today we're talking all about the kids.

I only have boys, so my girl gift knowledge is pretty limited. However, each of the items listed would be great for both boys AND girls. My kids are 8 & 10, so the gifts reflect the interests of that age range(ish)...give or take a few years. If nothing else, hopefully these lists will give you a starting point.

I can't believe it's already time to start shopping. And by shopping I mean cozying up in my warmest robe with a big cup of coffee and adding things to my cart :)

Online shopping is my favorite way to shop. We travel during the holiday season and it's so much easier for us to shop online and send Santa's gifts straight to grandma's (where we'll be celebrating Christmas this year). Then all we have to worry about is shipping them back home to us. Amazon is my favorite because they're fast and reliable and they've got a great return policy. Please note that this post does contain affiliate links for some of the items listed!

I tried to make it as easy for you as I could, so all you need to do is click on the items pictured to shop.

Let's start with stocking stuffers. These items are $15 and below. For me, the cheaper, the better. In addition to a random pair of socks, new undies, and a favorite candy bar, we usually add 3-4 different small items to their stockings. Several of these will be making appearance inside the boy's stockings this year.

1. Snap Petz are little picture taking animals. Super cute and great for kids who enjoy taking pictures and the photos automatically upload to the smart device to which they're connected.

2. Letters To Me When I Grow Up - both of my boys are really sentimental and stuff like this is their jam. This little booklet provides different prompts for the kids to write about and spaces for them to draw pictures that accompany their writing. I plan on having them fill these out and then tucking them away to give to them when they're older!

3. Rock, Paper, Scissors is what it implies. Our favorite game in card form.

4. The Yo-Yo Ball is an upgraded twist on the original yo-yo. These are a blast!

5. Mr. Food Face Plates - I've always loved these. And if they're going to play with their food, they might as well make the most of it ;)

6 Kanoodle is a hand-held puzzle game complete with a book and carrying case. With over 100 puzzle challenges, this is a gift that keeps on giving.

7. This Hovering UFO Ball is just the coolest thing! We saw these in action at market this year and fell in love. This is an "every kid" kind of gadget!

8. I think these Art Dice are my most favorite find. I love ANY kind of gift that encourages creativity. My boys love to draw and they often ask me to give them ideas about what to draw. With a roll of the art dice, they have unlimited possibilities of things to draw!

9. If you love nostalgic gifts, this Handheld Pac Man Arcade game is the way to go.

10. For the kid who loves to laugh...and make others laugh, too...the Knock-Knock & Laugh Out Loud Joke Books are a no-brainer!

11. Scratch Art Mini Notes are a perfect find for kids and if I'm being honest, I'd like a set for myself, too :)

12. These Fidget Balls are handheld 3D puzzles similar to a Rubik's Cube and come two to a pack.

13. The WowWee Fingerlings are the cutest stocking stuffers on the market! These little monkeys are interactive and will hold on to your finger, blow kisses, swing their tails, blink their eyes, and MORE. Adorable!

14. Rock Pets are the pet that every parent wants for their child. This is a great alternative for the child who is begging for a pet this holiday season ;)

15. The teacher in me LOVES this Digital Timer Bookmark. It records the amount of time spent reading. A great tool to have on hand to keep your kids accountable for the amount of time they read each night.

Now let's move on to the "big" stuff. As you can see, I LOVE gifts that foster thinking and creativity while being fun at the same time. These gift ideas are really great for both boys and girls alike!

1. Quadrillion is a magnetic puzzle game with thousands of challenges so play can always be varied. LOVE games like these!

2. My Geek Box is a really cool subscription box perfect for our smallest heroes and princesses. The boxes can be curated to your child's franchise preference and they're stuffed to the brim with all sorts of cool items like t-shirts, toys, shirts, and franchised merchandise. Subscriptions are offered in 1, 3, 6, & 12 month deliveries, so this makes this a great one-time or year-round gift.

3. The Audio Pet is a great gift for kids who love to listen to music or audiobooks. It's a bluetooth wireless speaker that connects to your smart device & streams sound. It's also equipped with a little camera. With a selection of 6 different animals, you're sure to find one your kid would love. My boys will go CRAZY over the pug speaker!!!

4. The Osmo is an iPad compatible game system. Not only is it a wonderful learning tool, but it's fun, too!

5. These Bumper Balls CRACK me up! I can see hours of fun being had with these. Great for partner play and perfect for parties, too! Just inflate to play.

6 Playstix are perfect for kids who love to build. These are a great alternative to Lincoln Logs and provide tons of opportunities to create many different structures.

7. Operation Escape Room is a must have for the kid who loves a challenge. My mom is getting this one for my oldest who absolutely LOVES escape rooms. After visiting two escape rooms this past summer, he is going to LOVE opening this one!

8. Electric Light Blocks are like Legos on steroids. Again, little ones who love to build will love the ability to let their creations glow!

9. Rock Painting is all the rage right now and this Rock Painting Kit is amazing. It comes with everything you need to paint, decorate, and hide 10 rocks. Stickers are also provided so that your kids can keep track of where the rocks are found.

10. A little art, a little construction. This build-your-own Kaliedescope Kit includes everything needed for kids to make their own.

11. Telestrations is the visual form of the "telephone game"...perfect for kids and families to enjoy!

12. Slammo is a great addition to your outdoor games and keeps kids entertained for hours! (Also known as "spikeball")

13. The Lego Boost Building & Coding Kit is the priciest item on the list. If you're looking for a "big ticket" item, consider this one. This kit provides your kids with the option of building one of five different multi-functional robots that can be controlled with a little coding. This is a great gift idea for kids who are into coding!

14. My Comic Book Kit - my oldest absolutely LOVES graphic novels and has recently taken an interest in creating his own comics. This comic book kit would be right up his alley. It comes with pre-formatted blank pages for kids to create their own stories. When the story is complete, send it back to the retailer in a pre-paid packaged envelope and it will return to your child as a professionally bound copy of their original work!

15. Crayola Story By Me is another option for budding authors. Kids can write their own story, send it off, and receive it back as a professionally bound hardcover book complete with an "all about the author" page and everything!

16. Cubetastic is pretty fantastic! This 3D puzzle cube pairs with an augmented reality app that teaches kids how to solve the cube step-by-step. This is a more interactive version of the Rubik's Cube and perfect for kids who love solving puzzles.

17. The Build-a-Bear Workshop Station brings the store into your home. Kids who love this franchise will get everything they need to stuff & dress two bears in their very own home!

18. The Razor Ripstik Electric Casterboard is an electric version of the original. This amped up version comes complete with a remote control, too.

19. The Mega Prank Kit comes complete with 35 different pranks and jokes and is perfect for kids who love to make themselves laugh, LOL. I used to love these as a kid!!!

20. The Ozobot is a robot that has optical sensors that respond to the commands of your coding and comes with 20 different games and activities. I absolutely LOVE this little device and think it's an amazing gift for fostering creativity and engineering skills!

WHEW!

Hopefully these stocking stuffers and gift ideas are helpful. Stay tuned for MORE gift guides coming this week! On deck...gift guides for women, men, families, teachers, cheese lovers, travelers, hostesses, and MORE!

Source: http://pearls-handcuffs-happyhour.blogspot.com/2017/11/kids-holiday-gift-guide-2017.html

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markclutch2-blog · 6 years ago

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Kids Holiday Gift Guide 2017

I can't believe it's already time to start shopping. And by shopping I mean cozying up in my warmest robe with a big cup of coffee and adding things to my cart :)

I tried to make it as easy for you as I could, so all you need to do is click on the items pictured to shop.