by Roseanna White | Nov 23, 2017 | Holidays
I know I’ve been terribly silent on the blog the last couple of weeks, but I wanted to jump on to wish everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving, full of wonder at how good is our God. To all who joined me on Monday for my chat on the holiday, thank you! I had such a fun time hearing about what you’re all thankful for this year, and sharing the stories I had on my heart.
Today, just a quick prayer.
This prayer comes from a volume of Puritan prayers entitled The Valley of Vision,
compiled by Arthur Bennett. He doesn’t say who wrote each one, but I am
always struck by the sincere, heart-wrenching faith of those who penned
these words. I pray this one speaks to you today.
Praise and Thanksgiving
O my God,
Thou fairest, greatest, first of all objects,
my heart admired, adores, loves thee,
for my little vessel is as full as it can be,
and I would pour out all that fullness before thee
in ceaseless flow.
When I think upon and converse with thee
ten thousand delightful thoughts spring up,
ten thousand sources of pleasure are unsealed,
ten thousand refreshing joys spread over my heart,
crowding into every moment of happiness.
I bless thee for the soul thou hast created,
for adorning it, sanctifying it,
though it is fixed in barren soil;
for the body thou hast given me,
for preserving its strength and vigour,
for providing senses to enjoy delights,
for the ease and freedom of my limbs,
for hands, eyes, ears that do thy bidding,
for thy royal bounty providing my daily support,
for a full table and overflowing cup,
for appetite, taste, sweetness,
for social joys of relatives and friends,
for ability to serve others,
for a heart that feels sorrows and necessities,
for a mind to care for my fellow-men,
for opportunities of spreading happiness around,
for loved ones in the joys of heaven,
for my own expectation of seeing thee clearly.
I love thee above the powers of language
to express,
for what thou art to thy creatures.
Increase my love, O my God, through time
and eternity.
Amen
May you all have a blessed Thanksgiving!
by Roseanna White | Nov 16, 2017 | Announcements, Giveaways and Contests, Holidays, Uncategorized
I intended to have a thoughtful post today, but with two deadlines within five days, let’s just say time for other things has gotten away from me, LOL. But I did want to pop on here long enough to invite you to come chat with me today at a Facebook party!
I’m part of the Thanksgiving Books and Blessings event, which can be found here on Facebook from 10-4 Central Time. My slot is 12-12:30 Eastern/11-11:30 Central.
There will be games, giveaways, and lots of fun ~ a way for us authors to thank you, the reader, for all your support and enthusiasm throughout the year. Hope you can make it!
by Roseanna White | Nov 13, 2017 | Word of the Week
These days, when people say science, they have a particular thing in mind, right? Chemistry, biology, anatomy, physics, etc. But did you know that science used to be a far more general term?
The word dates from the 14th century, from the French word of the exact same spelling, and it meant broadly “what is known; knowledge acquired by study; information.” The French, in turn, came from the Latin scientia, which means “a knowing, knowledge, expertness.” This most likely came from scire, which means “to divide; differentiate.”
Back in the 1300s, this word was used for general book-learning. By the end of the century, it was that learning especially gained by observation. The modern, restricted sense of science didn’t come along until the mid 1700s and was commonly called philosophy as well.
Don’t forget that tonight I’ll be chatting on Facebook Live about the inspiration and behind-the-scenes of Giver of Wonders! Hope to see you all there at 7 p.m. Eastern. =)
by Roseanna White | Nov 10, 2017 | Fridays from the Archives
Time for another Fridays from the Archives! Today we’re looking back to January 2010, when Xoe was only 4, and Rowyn only 2. I actually went looking for this one, because it’s something I think of from time to time. I in fact recently regaled Xoe with the tale of how she refused to put matching mittens beside each other, and she thought it was utterly hilarious.
And though now she’s a bit more fashion conscious and will play by the rules, that creative streak is still definitely present–and still such fun to see!
I know, I know. You look at the title to this post and think I’m going
to talk about my kids’ propensity to lose one of each and every set of
mittens in the house. And they do, I assure you. But that’s actually not
my point at all. =)
On Tuesdays I take Xoe to Story Time at our Library, which she loves.
It’s the usual setup–the librarian reads to them, they sing some songs,
there’s a craft or snack. The past few weeks, one of the songs has made
use of the felt-board and cutout paper mittens in different colors.
When the song calls out the color of then mitten you have, you run up
and put it on the board. Simple, right?
I’ve noticed something these last few weeks. Whenever Miss Liz says,
“Put them here” and pats the board, every other child–I’m talking every
. . . single . . . one–puts their colored mitten where she points. The
first to get there will put it by the edge, the second (there are two
of each color, go figure) right beside it.
Except Xoe.
Naturally, my little princess must be different. On Tuesday, she put her
white mitten right in the middle of the board, though the first child
to get there with with white put it by the edge, under the red ones,
just like the librarian indicated.
I watched carefully when it was her turn again. By the time yellow was
called, the board was mostly full. Again, another kid got there with
yellow before her. Again, started a nice, neat row.
Where, I wondered, would my little deviant put this one? There wasn’t
much room left, other than beside its match. Would she conform?
Er, no. She put it in the spot still open beside the first white one, which was all lonely because her white one was off by itself.
I nearly laughed. There it was, this lovely rainbow of mittens,
surprisingly well ordered by a bunch of three-year-olds, and the only
oddities in the pattern were those two mittens my daughter put up, one
white, one yellow. Two bright, cheerful slaps in the face of conformity.
Now, as a mother of a preschooler, there are a lot of moments when I think, “Can’t you just do what you’re told? Please?
Must you make waves? Must you do things your own way? Don’t you see
that your outfit looks ridiculous, that you’ve made your ‘art’ over top
of an actual picture, that you’ve undone all my cleaning by creating
this ‘obstacle course’ of toys?” Especially in public. Especially around
other mothers with their well-behaved children who come to the Library
appropriately dressed.
But you know . . . on Tuesday, something in me cheered. Something said,
“Yeah, go Xoe! Make a new pattern! Color outside the lines! Wear red and
black Minnie Mouse shoes with a pink and yellow kitty-cat dress! Be you!”
Now, I would like to note that my daughter is darn good for a 4-year-old. She can color inside the lines, follow precise directions, and pick out a pattern. She can clean up her toys, pick out presentable clothes, and charm the socks off any adult she comes across.
But she can also create. She can go around for a full day, narrating a
story in her mind that incorporates everything she’s actually doing. She
can turn a boring tan rubber band into an intricate bracelet.
She can turn a paper mitten into a bright spot. And this mommy, who sometimes just wishes she would listen, couldn’t be more proud.
by Roseanna White | Nov 6, 2017 | Word of the Week
Last week, in talking about the word novel, I mentioned that novels were previously referred to as romances, which of course set us up perfectly for this week’s Word. =)
Since around 1300, romance meant “a story, written or recited, of a knight, hero, etc.” Why were they called romance? Because they were told in the everyday, vernacular language of a place rather than in Latin, and romance was also the word used for everyday, vernacular French. This comes from the Vulgar Latin romanice scribere, “to write in a Romance language,” which is to, one derived from Latin. (I daresay most of us have heard of “the romance language” of Spanish, French, etc.)
By the 1660s, the literary definition had expanded to mean “a love story.” Interestingly though, it wasn’t applied to an out-of-literature love affair until 1916–who knew? Romance novels have only been a recognized genre in an of themselves since 1964.
Also interesting is that the verb, to romance someone, is only from 1934. Before that it meant “to invent fictitious love stories.”