The Infinity Dreams Award

Hello to all readers! 🙂 I was nominated by Blessing Counter for the Infinity Dreams award! You can click on the link to check out her blog!! 🙂 Thanks, Blessing, for nominating me!

Following are the rules:

  • Use the Infinity Dreams Award picture
  • Thank the blogger who tagged you
  • Tell us 11 facts about yourself
  • Answer the 11 questions
  • Tag 11 bloggers

Okayyy, so here are 11 facts about myself, some of which you might know already!

  1. I come from a big family, and I am the seventh of nine.
    2. I used to sell jewellery.
    3. When I was younger, we had this hat umbrella and one of the metal prongs got me scarred. (literally!) On my toe.
    4. I finally got a FaceBook!
    5. I did a research report on compost last year.
    6.I am a red- head.
    7. I am roomies with a sister who is about 5 years older than me!
    8. I like pickles and icecream! (oh, everyone, try PC Salted Caramel Icecream!)
    9. I am a year ahead in school.
    10. I might want to have a big family if I get married.
    11.I might want to be a midwife when I grow up, or maybe a missionary! (or maybe something else. Wherever the Lord leads me!)Soooo, here are the 11 questions that I will answer:
  1. What was the last song you listened to?
    Ummm, last song! I’m not gonna answer that question……;) It might be hard to answer!
  2. Which school subject do you find the hardest?
    It might depend on what I am doing that specific day. Some days it might be math, or science or some other subject.
  3. What is your favourite holiday and why?
    It might be my birthday! Birthdays I might <3!
  4. Do you like change or would you prefer everything to always stay the same?
    Well, I might like this and that. A little of both, maybe.
  5. What would you do if you woke up and opened your bedroom door to find a 6 foot bright pink stuffed elephant waving at you and saying Good Morning?
    Aww! It might be kind’ve shocking or creepy, but it also might be kinda…. well… cute! 😉
  6. Painting or drawing?
    If it were outlined, I might like painting better, but probably drawing.
  7. What was the last book you read?
    Well, the last book I “finished” was “Truth Stained Lies” by Terri Blackstock.
  8. Did you enjoy the book from Question 7?
    You mean from question eight?  😉 Yes, it was good!
  9. Would you prefer to ride on a lion or a flying horse?
    If you have listened to Narnia, the audio drama, I might like to ride a lion like Aslan. But a flying horse might be pretty cool, too!
  10. Do you remember your dreams, or do you forget them once you wake up?
    It might depend on the dream!
  11. (another dream question 😉 If you do remember your dreams, what was the strangest dream you ever had?
    Maybe one about a group of kids on a school bus, that came with a doctor, and there was a porcupine rattlesnake!

OKAY! So. I’m supposed to nominate 11 bloggers, but is it okay if I nominate two?

*Lea from God and Miracles
* Sarah from Trusting in the Lord
Also, in addition to nominating bloggers, make sure to let them know they were nominated!!! 😉 🙂

Do I have to make up 11 questions? Well, I guess I will.

  1. What would you do if one day your favorite band came up to your door and wanted you to perform with them?
  2. African elephant or Asian elephant as a pet?
  3. Your washer AND dryer stops working- what do you do? Go to the dry cleaners, or do all your washing BY HAND and then make a clothes line and hang it outside to dry?
  4. You have a choice- do the hula dance or the chicken dance?
  5. Do you prefer brown meat or white meat? Why?
  6. What was the strangest dream you’ve ever had?
  7. Are you a whiz at Grammar or poor in Math?
  8. Tent or log cabin? Why?
  9. If you were stuck in an elevator shaft with ONE person, who would you be most comfortable with?
  10. What is your method of memorizing?
  11. Last question!! What is your favorite holiday?




Hello all readers!

Hello to all readers of my blog! 🙂

So, as some of you may or may not realize, I have not done a post on Racing for Time for some time.
Lord Willing, I will have the new post up sometime.



Racing for Time- Chapter 10

Mel instantly hushed her. “Quiet! I can’t have anyone hearing this!”  Janefer apologized and leaned in closer. Mel continued, “The man said something like,’She’s going to pay for what he did!’ Janefer, I’m so scared. I didn’t really recognize the voice, but if anyone finds out that I was conscious and could probably recognize the voice, then we could both be in danger! If you saw the car and I heard something, then we gotta keep it quiet! We have to find out ourselves!”
Janefer bit her bottom lip, trying to decide what to do. She stood up straight and found a chair to sit on, and sunk into it. “Mel, I honestly don’t know what to do. Who was the man talking about, anyway? You or me?”

Mel closed her eyes, deep in thought. “It obviously could be either one of us. Dad is the executive manager at the pharmacy, assuming he was talking about one of our dads. It pays good money, and the man could’ve been mad at Dad for not dealing drugs or something. But why would he target us? To get one of our dads to pay up or do something?”
Janefer sat up straighter in her chair. “My Dad is in the hospital, sick. It couldn’t have been him, right? I mean, my Dad was an amazing brain surgeon before he got sick. Could someone be angry at him because he performed an operation on a loved one and it wasn’t successful? That could be feasible, but I’d have to look into his records of patients and results on each one.” Mel shifted, grunting in her pain. She sighed. “I guess you’ll have to do all the footwork. I wish I could get out of this stinky hospital and move around.”

Janefer tried to sound cheerful. “Don’t worry, Mel. You’ll be on your feet in no time. Now, I’ll fill you in on info as I get it, but you rest now, kay?”

Mel pushed the button for more pain medication to be inserted into the IV tubes and snorted. “Yeah, right. The doctor told you the recovery process, right? Whatever. I’ll take it day by day. Thanks for stopping by.” She was drifting back into dreamland as Janefer quietly slipped out of the room.

Janefer felt slightly confused. Why would my Dad or Mr. Studd be targeted? Wouldn’t they try hurt them directly? Another voice interjected. My Dad’s in the hospital and because they can’t get to him he or she could be targeting me somehow!  Conflicting voices fired around conflicting ideas in Janefer’s head. She was so confused. Janefer glanced at her watch. Ouch. I’m an hour late. Better fly. She dashed out of the hospital and furiously pedaled home.
Mrs. Davis was sitting at the table, sipping some iced tea when Janefer breezed in- her hair was windblown and tangled, and her back was drenched with sweat. Neither of them spoke. Janefer poured herself a glass of iced tea gulped it down. She leaned back against the cushion-padded chair. Her mother still wasn’t speaking. Mrs. Davis drained her glass and poured herself another cup. Finally she spoke,”Janefer, I really don’t know what to say. Why did you go off by yourself? It could have been dangerous.” Janefer sighed, knowing that this conversation was going to come up. Thankfully, she had prepared an answer beforehand. “Mom, I explained it to you in the note, remember?” At her mother’s confused look, Janefer stared at her face, a dozen emotions passing through,”You didn’t see the note, did you?” Mrs. Davis shook her head. “There was a note? I never saw one.”
Janefer got up and entered the dining room, where she had left the note on the table.

She gasped when she saw the empty table and, as she peered closer she gasped. “Mom!  Come here! Hurry!” Celeste was beside Janefer in a few seconds. “What’s the matter?”

Janefer couldn’t speak. Her mouth and throat felt dry, parched. She merely pointed to the beautiful solid oak table where the note had been. There, engraved on the table in dagger-like chiseling, were the words: I know the house where you live. And next time- you won’t live to see it. 

Her mother choked as swiftly drew in a sharp breath. “I’m calling the police.” Janefer just nodded her head, numb. Her knees started to wobble unsteadily as she sank into the black leather couches. How did they know where I live? Duh. Another voice told her. It’s easy to find out where someone lives now. It wasn’t such a big deal to Janefer that the person who hit she and Mel knew where she lived, but the last part of the note-‘You won’t live to see it’  gave Janefer shivers down her spine and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m so scared.” Janefer hated to actually admit the fact. She had usually been tough- hardly ever scared, and now- she was frightened- tremendously frightened. Maybe that’s what they want me to be- vulnerable, scared, frightened. I can’t let them win. I have to be strong. Despite her efforts of trying to reassure herself, it didn’t even place a dent in her fear. Janefer remembered as a child, how her mother had always talked to her about God. For some reason, a verse popped into Janefer’s mind that she had been taught when she was younger. “When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.” She didn’t really believe it, but it did seem like a nice thought. To trust in Someone who had everything in control. Janefer had almost believed, but it had seemed fictitious and impossible. How can Mom believe in a God who she can’t physically see? If He is a merciful and just God, why does He let things like sin and bad things happen? Right at that moment, though, Janefer desperately needed someone to talk to. “God,” She prayed. “I don’t know if you are even real…..but, I’m scared, and…….well, if you’re there, could you please help the police to find justice? Umm, amen.” I guess. I have about as much tack as a horse trying to kneed bread dough. Janefer didn’t really believe that God- the One her mother believed in, would answer her prayer, anyway. It was probably a silly thing to do.  The doorbell rang, interrupting Janefer’s thoughts. She heard her mother greeting the officer. Janefer heard them coming nearer as their voices grew louder. Janefer looked up as Mrs. Davis called her name. “Janefer,” She said. “This is, well, you know him already. Detective Whitby.”

Whitby nodded. His deep baritone voice rumbled as he spoke. “So you had a threat message engraved onto your table? How would they have been able to get in?” Janefer shrugged, then reddened. “Oh, no! I probably forgot to lock the door when I left to go visit my Dad and Mel!” Whitby looked uncomfortable. “Can I get you anything?” Mrs. Davis asked. “Juice, milk, coffee, water?”

“Coffee, if you have it.” Mrs. Davis trotted back to the kitchen to fix some coffee. Whitby gazed at the table. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw the message. “This is some threat.” Janefer nodded mutely. “I need to dust for fingerprints, and maybe take some photos. Was there anything out of place or missing?” Janefer shook her head. “I- I don’t think so. My note wasn’t there, and this is what it was replaced with. How could they have gotten in when my mother was in her bedroom?” Whitby looked at her. “My guess is they sneaked in through a window or back door. Do you have any windows open or doors unlocked?”
“No, everything was closed and locked-” Janefer stopped. “Well, except for the front door, and- wait a minute!” She sprang up from the couch and marched over to the another door that led off of the kitchen. Whitby and Mrs. Davis followed. Apparently the coffee had been made, and he was now sipping it every few seconds. She motioned for them to be quiet, and she opened the creaky door. “This door leads to a root cellar.” Janefer whispered. “I’ve explored down there before, and it’s really very creepy, but a perfect place for a burglar to hide.”
Whitby handed his mug to Janefer as he drew his weapon and flashlight and descended down the stairs.

Racing for Time-Chapter 9

Janefer stretched out on her bed, weary from exhaustion. Her mother had said that they could go visit Terrence in prison tomorrow. Wow. Prison?! She was extremely tired, but excited at the same time. She would be able to get the truth out of Terrence. She let her eyes drift close as she imagined what the conversation would be like…. “Hey Terrence, I heard you were in prison. Just wanted to squeeze out as much information out of you as I can because although I don’t believe you did it, I want to know the truth. Any chance you’ll crack?”

Her mind started to dream. She dreamed she was talking to Terrence, but she was a cop. A mean one. She was beating him on the head, trying to pry out information, and he was staring into open space, not saying anything, not even flinching. Janefer awoke an hour later, still dreaming about being a mean cop. She sat up, her hair and clothes mussed and disheveled. “What a weird dream,” she muttered to herself as she dressed into her pajamas. Everything was dark, and quiet. She decided she would go outside, to think.

Janefer tiptoed past her mother’s room where she was softly snoring. She opened the front door and closed it behind her gently. The cool air met her and breezed past her face, blowing wisps of hair that curled around the frame of her face. It was refreshing, and it gave her new perspective. She crossed over to the porch steps and sat down.

It had always been a habit for her to write things down. Papers, to-do lists, schedules, she loved writing, and it helped her sort everything out. She didn’t have a notepad, but she began to list the items in her head. “Okay, so what do I have so far?” She murmured to herself as she began to reason. Terrence is not guilty. This is a statement that is true. Lots of people have red cars, and Morris is one of them. I need to talk to Audrey again at the hospital, and Detective Whitby. If I saw Morris’s car, I would know. I saw the headlights, and I saw the color. Also, what if Mel heard something? What if she saw something? One other thing, if we were at the track, we would’ve been helped, but, unless, hmmm.. someone or something placed us into a different place? What if that person had a partner and while the partner held off everyone at the track, he or she pushed us into a ravine or something? I really need to talk to the Detective.

Satisfied that she had come to a conclusion, she got up and paced around the house, the fresh air clearing her brain. Dawn was cracking across the sky. “I must have been sleeping longer than I thought.” Janefer knew her mother would be up soon, so she tiptoed back inside and poured herself some orange juice. The sweet liquid wet her parched throat.
Realizing her mother wasn’t awake yet, Janefer scribbled a note: Mom- I’m going to visit Dad, then go to see Mel. Be back by noon. Janefer. She quickly got dressed, then hopped on her bike and sped down the driveway. After an hour of riding, she finally reached the hospital where her father was. Her father had been admitted into Rockford Health Hospital when he had suddenly collapsed while putting in a new light bulb. They had run tests, and had found out that he had leukemia. Janefer’s eyes filled with tears as she remembered the last time she had visited him. Last week. As she walked across the parking lot, Janefer knew she must compose herself. She furiously wiped at the tears and braved a smile as she walked through the automatic sliding doors of the hospital.

Janefer strolled over to the receptionist’s desk and waited for her to look up. She actually liked the feel of this hospital–cozy, comfortable, and sterile. There were pictures of smiling children who had been cured from cancer. Maybe there was hope. The receptionist looked up. “Hello, how are we today? How can I help you?” The woman with thick-rimmed glasses peered up at Janefer. There was something about that woman that was familiar. Maybe it was the soft southern accent, or the look of recognition that dawned on the woman’s face. “Why- ya’ll are-” She didn’t finish. Janefer filled in the blanks. “Yeah! I’m Janefer. And you are– Melba?”

Melba smiled, shocked. “Yeah! Well, what are ya’ll doin’ here?”
Janefer’s shocked smile disappeared. “My Dad is registered here.” Melba instantly apologized. “Oh, hon, I’m sorry to hear that. Ya’ll’s dad is Ray Davis?”

She smiled slightly as Janefer nodded. “I’ll show you his room, ” Melba spoke softly.
Janefer appreciated that Melba didn’t talk all the way up to her father’s room. She didn’t want to talk. I wouldn’t be a very good talking companion anyway.

The elevator’s doors slid open, and they stepped out. Melba ushered Janefer into his room. Janefer sat down next to him. “Oh, Dad,” she murmured softly. Ray Davis moved slightly and caught Janefer in the corner of his eye. He turned and grunted. “Dad, let me help you.” Ray just shook his head. Once he was settled, Melba left the room. Janefer took her father’s hand. It was a while before either of them spoke.

Ray squeezed his daughter’s hand without much strength. The chemotherapy his body was receiving was wearing him out. There’s not much of him left. One voice told her. Be hopeful. He’ll recover. Another voice told her. She shook her head and focused on her father.

“Hey Dad. How are you feeling?” Ray didn’t answer. Janefer kept on talking. “You won’t believe what happened the last few days.” Janefer’s voice was calm and low. “I won’t tell you about it now; when you get better I will tell you all about it.” Her father had fallen asleep now. Janefer used her free hand to wipe away an escaping tear. “Oh, Dad. Please get better soon. I miss you so much. I-I need you.” There was no use trying to wipe away her tears. Everything inside her hurt. Her heart ached with a longing for her father to get better.

After a moment of silent sobbing, Janefer checked her watch and realized it was already half past eleven. She hated to go, but knew she still needed to talk to Mel, and ride home. She groaned. I’m gonna be late. Janefer gently squeezed Ray’s limp hand, and stood.
“I’ll talk to you later, Dad,” she promised.
Janefer raced out of the room to escape the coming tears. Seeing her father like that was unbearable. Dad, please get well soon. I love you, and wouldn’t be able to bear it if you died. Mom wouldn’t either. 

Melba caught her at the door. “Hon, is everything okay? We’re doin’ the best we can for him.” Janefer looked into Melba’s reassuring dark brown eyes and gave her a half smile. “I know. Thank you. By the way, why are you working here?”
Melba looked depressed. “I hafta work two jobs. Got my youngins at home that I gotta feed. My husband died last year.”

“I’m sorry, Melba. I wish there was something I could do.” Janefer honestly felt sympathetic toward the woman. It wasn’t fair for good ladies like Melba to go through tragedies like this. Melba nodded gratefully and added,”But God gives me strength. I wouldn’t be able to get through a day without His strength.” Janefer was about to argue that muscles give you strength, but realized she would sound immature and silly. Besides, I’m late. “I gotta go, Melba. My mom is gonna kill me if I’m late. She worries enough about me as it is. See you later!”

Melba waved Janefer out the door and returned to her work. Janefer checked her watch. It was quarter to noon. She frowned and sighed. Peddling furiously out of the parking lot, Janefer made it to the hospital Mel was staying in less than 15 minutes. Breathless, she tore across the parking lot of Magnolia Medical Center. She practically ran into a nurse, and grabbed a payphone at the entrance. After dialing her mother and letting her know she would be late, Janefer hung up. What room was Mel in again? She couldn’t remember.

Janefer asked the receptionist at the front desk which room she was in and decided to take the stairs. I need the exercise, anyway.

She raced up the first few flew flights, then tired and walked the rest of the way up to Mel’s room. Mel was laying in the hospital bed, thin and pale, but appearing better since Janefer had last seen her.
“Mel?” Janefer whispered quietly. Mel opened her eyes a crack, and, recognizing it was her best friend, opened them wider. She smiled weakly. “Hey, Jan. Coming to visit the sick?” Janefer grinned. “Yup. You looked pretty lonely, any way.”
Mel smiled again and closed her eyes. “What did you really come here for? Spill it, I know you, Jan.”

Janefer’s smile disappeared. “Listen, Mel. I need to talk to you about the crash. I know you might not be comfortable with revealing any info since you’re sick, but could you tell me anything you might remember?”

Mel looked sullen and turned away her head. Janefer thought she caught a glimpse of fear in her features. “Jan, I….. I don’t know much. I…. don’t even remember that much.”
Janefer knew she was hiding something. “Mel, tell me what you know! This could be important!”
Tears started streaming down Mel’s cheeks, and Janefer wished she could wipe them away, but she needed to know the truth. “I can’t, Janefer! Don’t you see? If the people who did this found out I know something, they could hurt my family! Or you!” She started sobbing. Janefer frowned. Mel definitely heard or saw something. She’s hiding it, but she’s also scared. “Mel, please. Tell me. I’m your friend, and I might be able to help catch the person who did this, whoever he or she is. You gotta trust me.”

Mel turned her tear- streaked face toward Janefer, wincing at the pain in her legs. “Promise you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you.” Janefer nodded slowly. “I won’t tell anyone, but the police may need to know.”
“No! Don’t tell the police! The media and press will get ahold of the new information that there was a witness! A lot of people could get hurt!”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Janefer contemplated. “Okay, fine. I won’t tell anyone. Unless, something happens and they need to know.”

Mel looked at her hard, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust her. “Okay. I’ll tell you.” She motioned for Janefer to come closer to tell her about it, and began whispering.
Janefer’s eyes got wide. “You heard the man’s voice?!”