2016 Anne of Green Gables Reading Challenge | July Round Up

JULY ROUND UP

Y’all, the summer is almost over! I don’t know about y’all, but the past several weeks have been CRAZY for me!! I did manage to finish Rainbow Valley though and I thoroughly enjoyed it ūüôā How about some discussion questions?

  1. This book was totally centered around the Blythe small fry and their friends. Reading about their adventures in Rainbow Valley made me think of Anne’s days with the the Echo Lodge crew in Anne of Avonlea.¬†It also made me think of Camp Laurence from¬†Little Women,¬†as well as sweet Betsy-Tacy¬†moments. The innocence of childhood play is so lovely to read. Do you have any favorite Rainbow Valley moments? Did they remind you of other childhood moments from any other books?
  2. Montgomery likes writing about romance lost (Captain Jim and Lost Margaret) or almost lost forever (Mr. Irving and Miss Lavender). What would you have done in Rosemary’s place? Would you have kept your promise to your sister and refused John Merideth despite loving him?
  3. We’ve said goodbye to Anne’s childhood long ago. This book is a farewell to the sweet childhood of the Blythe clan. This always makes me sad. While being an adult is a wonderful thing in so many ways, childhood always calls to us in one way or another. What do you miss about childhood? ¬†¬†

We’ve made it to August, dear Readers!! Remember, if you’re not caught up, don’t sweat it. September is a catch-up month (much needed for me!). I’ve got some other deadlines to meet so I will be catching up on discussion questions then. The¬†Rill of Ingleside¬†post will be up soon!

In the meantime, here’s the linky:

Happy reading!!

18. Childhood Speaks | 31 Days

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My bedroom in my childhood home faced the West. That meant that the sun set right outside my window. God painted the sky in brilliant reds, purples, pinks, and oranges. Like snowflakes and finger prints, no two evening skies were the same. It was most glorious in the fall because the painting would backdrop the flaming autumn trees. Couple that with a crisp October breeze and the effect was absolutely breathtaking.

I wish I had a picture to show you.

I don’t have the best recall which kills me because I have so many great memories. When I do have a random mental snapshot, they often give me great insight about myself. I remember the games I used to play or the things I used to spend hours and hours doing. And while I don’t aspire to play with Barbie dolls, there are things that I wish I hadn’t let go of just because I grew up.¬†

I get that not every kid who says he wants to be a firefighter when he grows up actually becomes a firefighter. But some of them do. When I look back at the things that make up my childhood, I see connections to several¬†of the things I’ve done over the past decade. And I also see connections to what I always seem to want to do as an adult. My interests haven’t changed with time, they’ve just matured with age.

It seems the older I get, the more my childhood speaks to me. The more I think about autumn sunsets. The more I think about who I really am inside and how I want to live my life. I think that when we look back at the pure, innocent places of our childhood, the places of creativity, honesty, and discovery, we see some of our best moments. The older I get, the more I want to reconnect with those things that make me who I am today. The more I want to listen when my childhood speaks.   

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10. Forever in His Care | 31 Days

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I was on Pinterest or Instagram the other day and I saw a quote that went something like, “My favorite childhood memory is not paying bills.”

Can I get a witness? Adulthood is wonderful, to be sure, but I do miss the simplicity of my childhood.

I was going through some of my old writing and I came across the lyrics to one of my absolute favorite songs of all times. As a music lover and a book nerd, the term “favorite” is not something I can easily assign but this song will always be one of them.

I¬†don’t think there was ever a time when I didn’t know it but sometimes I forget the truth in the lyrics I know by heart. They’re a beautiful reminder that I don’t have to worry about a thing. God has promised to take care of me no matter what I’m going through.

“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.‚ÄĚ

Deuteronomy 31:6

So here’s a piece of my childhood. It’s by First Call and was originally on their 1987 album Somethin’ Takes Over.

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Yeah, lol just a bit before my time. Just a bit.

Anyway, I hope it blesses you as it has me for the past 25 years.

Forever In His Care

There was a time when I would fret about the time that lies ahead

Until the time my Savior said “You are Mine, never forget.”

So why should I worry if it shines or rains?

I’m safe and warm under His wings

I’m in no hurry for an earthly thing

I’m forever in His care

Troubles come and troubles go

Can’t change a thing by worrying so

I’m kissing goodbye to my worldly woes

I’m forever in His care

He robes the meadow with flowers bright

He see the sparrow fall

And though He leads me through the darkest night

I’m sheltered in His wings

Protected through it all

So why should I worry if it shines or rains?

I’m forever in His care?

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8. My Writer’s Heart | 31 Days

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I love pencils. Brand new #2 pencils. Ticonderoga are my brand of choice.

I love fine tip pens. I have a hard time with ballpoint. Pilot G-2 07s are my staple. 

I love books. Stacks of books. Stacks and stacks. They follow me everywhere.

I love new notebooks. Spiral bound are comfortable, old friends but legal pads and stenos have quickly found there place in my writer’s heart.¬†

I love autumn. It’s my favorite season and one of the biggest things I miss about my Chicago childhood. Texas season just aren’t the same.¬†

I love peppermint tea. And ginger tea. Oh yeah, ginger tea!! And I love hot cocoa. With sweet cream.

I love the way handwriting looks on paper. There’s something about long hand writing that has such beauty. Perfect type on a screen doesn’t convey the same unspoken feeling as an individual’s personal handwriting. Emails and texting have earned their place but I wish letter writing was still a thing.¬†

Did I mention I love books? I love how they look lined up on my shelves.

I love libraries, and office supply stores. I love quiet coffee shops and bookstores humming with people perusing shelves and flipping through periodicals. 

I love words. Written and spoken. The way a painter must paint and a scientist must experiment, I must write. It’s an interesting pull. It’s insatiable. It’s natural. It’s lovely.


I think anticipating NaNoWriMo is making me extra reflective and introspective and a bit nostalgic for years gone by. But I dug this old piece out 3 years ago. It’s not very good but it’s still true.

I Write In the Morning

I write in the morning when the sun peeks through the trees.

When the air is brand new and the world revived.

When my words are fresh, when my slate it clean.

I write in the morning.

I write when there’s a song in my heart.

When His Word is foremost in my thoughts.

When birds sing.

When wind blows.

When all is peaceful.

When all is well.

I write.

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