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- If you love me, you will obey what I command. John 14:15
   - Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is the one who loves me. John 14:21   
   - If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. John 14:23
   - If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love. John 15:10
    - You are my friends if you do what I command. John 15:14
    - If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them. John 13:17.

 

 

Obedience to Gods Word is the key to hearing Gods voice.

What does obedience mean to you ... ... ... ... ...

“May I ask what you’re drawing?”  He poured water to steep tea and had been watching her. She was sitting in the corner of one of the two new sofas’ she’d picked out, her long legs curled under her like a cat.  

 

She raised her eyes briefly from the sketch pad and smiled slightly. He was a bit restless and she had been carefully watching her master’s needs, filling in a blank at a time.  He’d begun to carefully change their lives, and she was filling in more of the spaces with her tastes and influence.  He required her to be constantly near and she felt the security of his hand on the invisible leash to her collar.  At a look from him, she felt the tug and she opened, spread or sucked, anything he desired, giving herself away without hesitation allowing herself to be consumed. 

 

Her privacy was set out openly and never disturbed. She was nude most of the time, for his visual gratification, or robed in layers of soft material to keep her warm and her body as accessible as her kiss.  He didn’t ask questions, but she found herself almost telling or explaining, and then she’d set it aside for another time. So she drew closer, there was nothing to hide, nothing to explain, so she held him closer tightening the leash and collar herself.  In return he gave her influence and she wound up revealing more of herself anyway. 

 

He was a master manipulator, a tactician, and had to have uncompromising patience and confidence. Which caused her to wonder, what was he truly capable of when pushed or provoked? The night he bought her, he was briefly confronted over her, and the man instantly backed down. It caused her to think, but he’d never struck her in anger, quite the opposite, she smiled to herself. He never raised his voice, or tried to impress and never said no to her.

 

“I’m just sketching, nothing particular.” She smiled to herself, testing her theory that he was looking for attention.  Hinting for it, but not commanding it. He liked it when she gave, not ‘gave in’. He liked that too, but that was something else. She giggled at her thoughts and saw him looking confused. “Come here my master. Sit next to me.”  She giggled again when she saw that’s what he wanted and she chipped another chink of his armor away.

 

She took the tea from him and smiled to herself as he tucked in right up next to her, and then kissed her softly on her neck.  She felt the collar tighten fondly at his warm breath against her neck.

 

“I’m getting used to the light, just thinking.”  She showed the tablet to him and watched his eyes as he looked closely at it.  The drawings seemed to have started off center and occupied the edges and corners, like a writer would make margin notes. The subject was a seascape and parts resembled the view from their balcony, then changes to details here and there deciding on what would be ultimately in the work. She’d changed it several times and you could look around the sketch pad and see different perspectives. The sketch in the ceter was taking shape piece by piece.

 

To the left side below the middle of the page she’d drawn a small tree trunk with a heart.

 

“Why does the room seem brighter?” He had stayed out of the way when she began taking their place apart. She’d taken charge when people started arriving and he felt safer tucked away out of the line of fire.   She knew what she wanted, she’d had the pieces delivered and now it was a ‘work in progress’. He admired her, not only for her sensuousness, but her tastes and sense of style was very similar . . . exotic, eclectic and completely her.

 

He like to see how she responded to decisions and situations she was thrust in. In this case it was quite fun to watch. It was an unfair match from the beginng and he felt a bit sorry for the delivery men, they never stood a fighting chance. They kept saying that they didn’t “move or arrange” only unload, outside. She dealt with them firmly, rewarded them and got what she wanted. It had been no contest, she didn’t even try hard. When they left they had been brutally worked and directed, but they accepted their reward, and, the deli sandwiches she’d made for them. They ate from her hand and then offered to come again if she called.

 

The two rooms had been transformed. The furniture she liked was still there and mixed with other pieces. Nothing matched but together it formed it’s own areas and complimented, and now when you set in either room you had the natural light washing over you, never in your eyes, but to your back or at an angle. New drapery of her design accented the room during the day, sheers filtered the sunlight if she wanted  and thick heavy drapes blotted out the world when drawn.  He was seeing the room as he’d never considered. She was letting herself been seen, out in the open, but here where it was safe. Brave, but not too far from her sense of security. He’d remember that. This was a good start to build her confidence . . . and he hoped silently to himself that she’d never leave, and then shut out the voice, and nuzzled her neck.

 

“The room seems brighter because, a ‘man’, decorated it before”  She smiled and took the liberty of teasing him. Sometimes he’d scold her and she felt delicious when he reprimanded her. Like when she moved all of his clothes into the smaller closet. She was sore and hoped she always would be.

 

“Hmmm. Not a good argument My Pet”.  He smiled, anticipating her response.  

“And why is that?”  She seemed confident.

“Are you saying to me that ‘any’ woman could have done this?”  He was feeling good at springing the trap.

“No my love. I’m saying any woman could have done better than ‘a man’. This is how I did it!”   She smiled at avoiding the trap and saw the look on his face, when she won the point.

“I’m very proud of you. I could not have imagined it, even if you’d explained. And, I’m very proud of you.”

“I know. It shows. Sometimes” She smiled and carefully pressed to him, a sign that she was available, he came first. He held her and kissed her and then returned to looking at the sketch, but he parted her robe and put his hand on her tummy, running it over her waist and breasts. She stared at the sketch, the lower left side, and tightened her collar in her mind, just a bit.

 

 

I say words with no voice
I think thoughts with no words
Every window I pass
Every bridge I walk on
Begs to be jumped
Begs me to die
And here I am
Not sure of what is life
I'm too scared to move
I'm too scared to think
I don't want to lose you
I don't want to forget you
I don't want a replacement
A fake in your place
All I want is you

I have love this song for about 5 years.   I recently decided to download more of Eva's  great work.  I came across her biography.  What a strong and courageous woman!

 

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

... indeed!

 

A few months ago I applied to be sent to go to a few courses to help me improve my teaching practices.

Last week I received a notice to attend one of them! It will help me create lessons to make my pupils use computers at the same time as they learn English!

I'm glad, because I’ve always liked using computers, and I will be able to broaden my skills. Hopefully it will be useful for my teaching.

 

What is more, today I checked the site on which I entered my wishes to attend courses.... and it looks like I have also been chosen to attend two more, one of which is ABSOLUTELY necessary for me as it will teach me how to use my voice without hurting it! (Yesterday, I was so tired and stressed that I "screamed” much more than usual.... as a result, I thought I was going to lose my voice...)

As for the second wish, I made it without much hope, as it is a conference about the book and movie of Dracula, which I love… I really did not think they would let me go... But it does look like I’m going! :)

Now, I’m waiting for my notice! I can’t wait!!!

 

What good news! :):)