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![]() Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Well hurricanes, car wrecks, friends sick relatives, rain....those are not my problems, but I feel the sadness with them all. Ok well maybe the rain was a part of mine too.
But tonight I got to really get into a nice discussion to see how I am rebellious to God's will and all that fun stuff. I never thought of myself a rebel but I am. In stead of seeking god for tha comfrot and peace I seek it other ways, rebelling against him for the here and now. So this will be much more for me to ponder. Tonight went by so much better. I have the fan bringing in air from outside and it feels wonderful. Its almost energizing. Feels great. It also feels great no matter how much we forget god, he does not forget about us, and loves to remind us. Which is better always knowing of his love, or the feelings we have when we realize it all over again? Tonight I said: "Pride is like the hallway with all the doors in the Matrix 2, behind every door a sin, and every door leads back to this one halll way of pride, they all come from here" And I have been tagged, oh what can this mean? It's fun so I thought I would try it out.... 5 things I miss about childhood 1.) The 80s's rock and hair bands....thanks Bon Jovi and Poison for getting me hooked 2.) The transformers cartoons...not this new stuff, which I will not say the bad words I want to call it:) 3.) The innocence 4.) My grandparents 5.) The old cartoons, the good stuff like Voltron...the Lions not the cars. |
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“Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.” (Colossians 4:5-6) ![]() Powered by BibleGateway.com script provided by biblegateway.com
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links.tom links.other sojourn.blogs blogs.other blogroll.christian Thy way, not mine, O lord Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be or rough,
I dare not choose my lot;
Take Thou my cup, and it
Choose Thou for me my friends,
The kingdom that I seek
Not mine, not mine the choice ~Horatius Bonar |
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