fantasy faire 2020
Fantasy Faire is a collection of some of the most creative and interesting venues in SL- and yet, it only exists for such a short time. The Faire ends May 10, at which point 18 beautiful and innovative sims will disappear. A few of the sims have games/stories to explore, as well as simply the sim designs themselves- Kuruk has a story to discover in pieces as you travel down the valley and up the mountains, finding little out of the way areas; Lamented Fens has a Lovecraftian choose your own adventure, with a number of alternate endings. There are mazes, there are little hidden details to find. A number of sims have entire builds on land…and also another entire build hiding under the water!
By Allegory Malaprop (Schadenfreude) on 2020-05-07 20:11:53
This is a short (half the story) version of story number 25 (out of 50) from my book, My Walk with the Lord.
II Kings 20.7 “And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.”
In late October, I was picking up pecans. It was a beautiful fall day, and I enjoyed being outside. Late in the evening, I was picking up pecans under the moneymaker tree, near my old spring garden spot. In late January or early February, I usually plant new red Irish potatoes. My family always enjoyed them, especially Eva, my youngest daughter. That previous April, I had gathered a bumper crop of them but now they were just a memory. I looked over the plowed ground and saw some green shoots about eight inches high. I went to take a closer look and discovered four hills of new potatoes. This time of the year, I didn’t expect to see such a sight — I had not planted them — they had volunteered.
The LORD spoke to me and said, “Dig them up and put them in a bucket under the barn.” I stopped gathering pecans to perform this little chore. When I finished, I had a pint of golf ball sized new potatoes. At dusk, I had gathered almost 300 pounds of pecans and was well pleased. The LORD had blessed me physically, spiritually, and mentally that day. I thought no more of the potatoes.
When I arrived back to the apartment in Blackshear where we were living, I ate something and sat down to rest. My daughter, Eva, came in from work and I could tell something was wrong with her. I said, “What’s wrong Beaver?” Beaver is my nickname for her. Eva replied, “Daddy, I’ve got bad stomach cramps and the only thing I am craving is some of those little boiled potatoes.” A smile came to my lips as I said, “Eva, the LORD has grown something special for you to meet your need this very hour.”
I drove back to the country, went under the barn, picked up the new potatoes, came home, and cooked them for her. When she finished eating, she said, “Praise God, my stomach cramps are gone and I feel so much better.” I replied, “See how much JESUS cares about you. You are special to Him.”
copyright 2003 Irvin L. Rozier