Dew of the Sea Costume History, Theology & Thoughts

 GOD'S CURATORS: AN ARTISTIC VIEW ON STEWARDING OUR IMAGE. WARNING! This post will ramble and as a rambling post on sensitive subjects, (image and identity), while care has been taken to speak sensitively some figurative bones of contention may have been overlooked, beware of bones! Eat the meat and leave out the bones. side note :  this post is over 2000 words long so well done if you read it thoroughly enough to find bones! When we think of our role on earth as Christians we often think of saving the lost, going to church and getting to heaven, and that is all true, but we also have another assignment... stewardship. I have been pondering on God's first instructions in the bible about stewardship The earth and everything in it is God’s Creation, his artwork so to speak, but sin like the dust and sunlight on an old canvas has warped and cracked, some of God's Masterpieces, God has the ultimate triumph over sin but we as humanity were given the Job of stewarding the wor...

 Dear readers, I wrote this short story as an exercise for my current Creative Writing Diploma. Enjoy!  - Grace Bertram :)  The year is 1892, a small town in England. Belinda Benson had always loved to read. There were just so many books in the world, so many worlds to escape into, so many adventures to embark on through the written word. It was difficult to put them down once they were picked up and even harder to pick a favourite. Belinda’s family had always known she was a bookworm and her father had jokingly predicted she was destined to be a librarian. Which, consequently, became her dream. As she grew up, she began to know more and more that providing people with literature was the best service she could give, the best pastime she could encourage, the best use of her time. Besides, as a librarian, she could read and read until she knew everything. Until she could recommend the most famous novels on the classics shelves, the most gripping thrillers or...

 Hi there, Grace Bertram here. I thought I might provide a brief explanation of why I chose the name Grace Bertram as my pseudonym on this blog.  So we have a family friend, who collects antiques and upon a family visit several years ago, he noticed I was interested in the Victorian writing desk he'd collected. While he was showing us the desk (and I was enraptured), he picked up a small bag that contained a hand-written game: Shakespearean cards.  My imagination was instantly kindled. Who was it that put the effort and time in to create this fabulous game and why did they do it? They must have been full of expertise when it comes to literature, because the game consisted of 40 Shakespearean cards, each containing a quote from a play by Shakespeare. It was all hand-written,  beautiful cursive. And there were pink cards and white cards with an instruction/rules-of-the-game card, explaining the pink cards were for the ladies and the white for the gentlemen. The aim of ...

 Epilogue  Robert was speechless at first. Then he beamed and embraced her.  "You just realised? And are you sure?" "Yes, Robert. You're going to be a father." They both closed their eyes and sat in reverent silence, thanking God for His goodness.  "You know that poem I wrote on our honeymoon?" "Yes. You made me sit still as though you were an artist capturing a portrait." "I was. In my own poetic way." "May I hear it, my love?" "Of course, Mrs. Stainton... I prayed for love Companionship, too.  I prayed for courage To talk to you. I prayed for someone who shares my faith.  I prayed that God would keep us safe. I prayed for a chance to give I prayed that you and me could live As man and wife, best friends too, Because, my love, I prayed for you. And here you are - before my eyes, Your smile so gentle, sweet and wise. Your face a picture, though your hair's a mess. Your regal gown of linen dress.  Your beauty and y...