Purity // Hide Your Love Away

{w r i t t e n   b y   m i s s   b e t h a n y}

 

I don't know your name yet

I've never even seen your face

I'm looking with my eyes wide open

'Til I find you in the right time and place

 

Hide your love away and wait for me, wait for me

I will do the same; so wait for me, wait for me

There will come a day when I will finally say

Staring in your eyes, I've waited my whole life

For this night

 

Every day you're prayed for

And I'm dreaming of you every night

Wherever you are right now

You're already the love of my life

So hide your love away and wait for me, wait for me

I will do the same; so wait for me, wait for me

There will come a day when I will finally say

Staring in your eyes,

 I've waited my whole life

For this night

 

I'm holding on for you; my heart belongs to you

You're everything that I adore,

whoa oh I'm holding on for you; my heart belongs to you

Darling your love is spoken for

 

So hide you love away and wait for me, wait for me

I will do the same; wait for me, wait for me

With every breath you take, wait for me, wait for me

I will do the same; so wait for me, oh, wait for me

There will come a day when finally I'll say

Staring in your eyes,

I've waited my whole life

Staring in your eyes,

I've waited my whole life

For this night

 

~ Hide Your Love Away

2013 Single By Anthem Lights

 

On February 14th, 2013, also known as Valentine's Day, one of my favorite Christian music bands/artists, Anthem Lights released a single called Hide Your Love Away. This song is so special to me since it speaks (or shall I say, sings? ;) on the topic of purity, which is a very dear topic that is close to my heart. I cannot tell you how much this nearly-four-minute song has blessed me in countless ways, ever  since listening to it over and over and over non-stop on my MP3 player. :) It is so enriching to know that there are young men out there who truly value purity, as so often we don't hear many men speaking out on this subject.

A Valentine // For You.

Wishing a very happy Valentines Day to all of our dear readers. 

May the True Love bless you abundantly.

Book Review // The Tutor's Daughter By Julie Klassen

I have always enjoyed books very much. However I haven't always had this passion which I now have for all things fiction. Julie Klassen, was one of the first {if not very first} historical fiction author that I ever read. After hearing about her second book The Apothecary's Daughter through Johanna's blog, I read it and really enjoyed it and from then on my love for books, especially historical fiction, grew and grew and now I am here where I am today, greatly in part, because of that first start.

I've read four of Julie's six novels: The Apothecary's Daughter, The Girl In The Gatehouse, The Maid of Fairbourne Hall and lastly her newest release, The Tutor's Daughter; my favorite by far of them all, which I'd like to share my thoughts on today! ~Bethany Ann

{For more books reviews, and to see what I'm reading check out my Good Reads page!}

 

 // T h e   T u t o r ' s   D a u g h t e r //

B y   J u l i e   K l a s s e n

{ R e v i e w   B y   B e t h a n y }

// B o o k   D e s c r i p t i o n  //

"Emma Smallwood, determined to help her widowed father regain his spirits when his academy fails, agrees to travel with him to the distant Cornwall coast, to the cliff-top manor of a baronet and his four sons. But after they arrive and begin teaching the younger boys, mysterious things begin to happen and danger mounts. Who does Emma hear playing the pianoforte, only to find the music room empty? Who sneaks into her room at night? Who rips a page from her journal, only to return it with a chilling illustration?

The baronet's older sons, Phillip and Henry, wrestle with problems--and secrets--of their own. They both remember Emma Smallwood from their days at her father's academy. She had been an awkward, studious girl. But now one of them finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her.

When the suspicious acts escalate, can the clever tutor's daughter figure out which brother to blame... and which brother to trust with her heart?"

 

Melody // A Reflection of Life, Mistakes, Forgiveness and Beauty

{written by Johanna}

P u s h i n g   b a c k   a   s t r a n d   of hair from my eyes, I sat down. Everything was so quiet, except for the clock which steadily ticked on, dutifully chiming half-past-nine. My finger's gently touched the ivory before me, gently sweeping across the keys which felt so foreign after so many weeks of being untouched. They poised almost instinctively. A beautiful sequence of sound was begun. 

Now, I had always considered myself somewhat talented at being able to play by ear. Not very well, to be sure my realm was more made up of following notes, and reading music. But I did possess the raw ability to feel my way through songs without notes to peruse, and find the keys needed to put together the melody of nearly any song that breathed within my little head. And tonight, the melody of In Christ Alone somehow wouldn't let go of me. The very lyrics seemed to whisper in my ears. 

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Silence fell upon the room again as I adjusted my fingertips to the appropriate cord. For some odd reason, I never could quite be sure which cord to start with for this song. Goodness knows I had played it over and over. I ought to have known. But I didn't. Pressing my foot down on the peddle, I commenced compressing a few keys. Nodding, I released both and smoothed my fingers a few inches over. Surely this would be correct. Ah yes. This was the note I was searching for. I closed my eyes, and continued on with the beautiful melody which was so dear to my heart. 

Suddenly, I found myself humming along. In Christ Alone. My hope is found. He is my light, my strength, my -- . Once more, I lifted my foot from the peddle, trying to impede upon the grievous wrong note I had just hit upon. I started again. Made my way through a few stanza's, and . . . Another wrong note. The process repeated itself. But I couldn't stop. The song needed to be played, for it did so ring in my head -- so very perfect and beautiful. So I played on. Starting over, again and again. Sometimes beginning where I had left off, other times starting anew.