“The tongue has the power of life and death” Proverbs 18:21.

“Get a Life . . . ”

The words pour out like a fountain and by the time they spill fourth their poison, it is to late to close my mouth.

Sarcasm . . . I HATE IT!

It seems to surround every corner of my life lurking to attack me and place under its power my weak soul. Strength enough I do not have to hold back the reins on this beastly device.

It murders and kills, crumbles and destroys, its job is to cause misery.

Yes, sarcasm can be funny, but compared to how often it destroys a soul . . .


Lately I have been strangled by this power. I have given into my flesh and ignored the quiet voice of my savior. I regret my choices to ignore the spirit, and have been paid with proper punishment. Now I cry out to my God that He will be the sword which will kill the enemy sarcasm. Without His help I can do nothing, so to Him I submit.

Now dear friends, I present to you a challenge. Will you, along with me remove sarcasm from your life. With this tool removed we can look upon the face of God and bring glory to His name. I will pray for you dear readers, in the hope that you also will be praying for me . . .

In Christ Alone ~EleyanaFaith


Strings of Praise

This Is My Battle Cry, My War Anthem!

This Is My Battle Cry, My War Anthem!

I take a deep breath before raising the wood to my shoulder. Just before take off I lift the head in a signal, and then I fly.

Hair is brought across strings and the whole of everything comes out in a series of notes and the melody becomes a song.

The instrument hums and sings and dances. Together it and I become one as my thoughts play out across the neck.

This is my battle cry, my war anthem . . . praise.

This is what makes my enemies tremble and shake, when I make known the name of the KING.

“Praise be to the LORD my ROCK, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.” -Psalm 144:1

My hands place themselves in strong positions and my fingers place themselves to play the notes. But most powerful of all, my mind recites the words:

“In Christ alone my hope is found. He is my light, my strength, my song.”

And passion overtakes me as I send this love melody to my Jesus, my Jesus.

Nothing unworthy is able to feel THIS love for His name. All that is unholy flees. Where does that leave me? With a smile on my lips and praise in my heart.

There is NOTHING like pouring your heart out through music. Now, having the chance through my violin, I can not get enough practice. My heart longs and this praise fulfills. Jesus’ name, it is magic to the soul.

My Praise Box

My Praise Box


Cast out fear, cast out hate, cast out sin, and praise your Father. Praise the one who loves. Praise the King of holiness. Make His name known throughout the entire world. Let Him be always on the forefront of your mind. Let it burst through your lips. Have His name reign your heart. Be ever eager for your lips to taste His name. NEVER HESITATE TO PRAISE!!!

In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

Feathered Ivory


“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
― A.A. MilneWinnie-the-Pooh

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

― Henri J.M. NouwenThe Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey

“We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet.
Even longer,’ Pooh answered.”
― A.A. MilneWinnie-the-Pooh

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
― C.S. LewisThe Four Loves

“I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.”
― Jon Katz

“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’
You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
― E.B. WhiteCharlotte’s Web


Dear Blog,

My mother pokes her head into my room. Clothes are scattered across the floor books pushed onto the shelf, everything a mess, she ignores it and calls for me.

I cover her voice with my pillow.

Again she calls and I move George so I can hear. She calls me to the couch.

Crawling across my sister I am able to place my feet on the floor and stumble through the hallway and across the carpet to the foot of the couch. And I let my fragile body fall to the comfort of the course fabric. My eyes half shut stare into my mother’s peaceful shining ones.

Soon my brother joins me and Mickey places herself next to my mom.

She speaks and her voice holds sorrow, but peace. The TV is on and music streams through its speakers and she pours out her heart.

Tears run down rivers across my face, they form streams as I listen. Her words touch my sister, my brother is still half sleeping.

The morning is spent with us, all but my brother, spent with us praying, deep, powerful, yearning prayers. I open my mouth and let praise flow across my heart and into the crisp air. Prayers to the only one who ca answer.

In Christ Alone ~EleyanaFaith


Dear Blog,

Friday it was cold. The whether had my toes turn a ghostly white and caused me to find protection under my thick blue coat. My dress was a navy-blue pencil skirt (which went to my knees), a white polo shirt hidden by my jacket, and black flats. Considering my skimpy clothes in such frosty cool you can imagine the amount of goose-bumps that traveled across my skin. Walking into school I had to stamp my feet in order to get blood once more flooding through them.

Being home-schooled my whole life, this is new for me . . . THE ACADEMY. A classroom, classmates, male-teachers, tests, uniforms, almost always constant giggling, it is all so different. Of course I do only come once a week, but this opportunity is . . . refreshing. In a way I like the stress and expectations pushing me on. In this I further my education and my goals become new cliffs to climb. Friday has become the highlight of my week, four times a month I get to prove myself and prove that I can. Can get good grades, can become a better writer, can learn how to use proper logic, can become a friend, a great companion, and the best peer, and above all I can GLORIFY GOD IN ALL THAT I DO. This is my goal this year, this is my expectation, this is Mount Everest . . . not only for this year, BUT FOR MY LIFE.


In Christ Alone ~EleyanaFaith