I think I hate graduation parties. Just give me money and get it over with. I'm so done.
Sister go do what you got to do.
I think I hate graduation parties. Just give me money and get it over with. I'm so done.
Yeah...also, we had to change the location, and even though my cat had just died, I STILL had to talk grad party business. Then my sister tried changing the ending time to make it earlier, and it's driving me nuts. The people OFFERED us their shelter house. She should have just left it. I made her a host so she could invite family and friends only. I thought I made that clear. I swear, I'm going to lose it if something doesn't change. I can't change a darn thing about the situation itself, and my emotions are out of my control at the moment. I'm just having to ride with them.
GAH. Lord have mercy on me.
And I say Praise God you lived to tell your story. Your testimony is big medicine and you seem to me like John the Baptist shouting in the wilderness with posts that might go unread and stories untold and defenses unnoticed. And like Stephen proclaiming his love for Christ even to his own death with the clothes on your back in tatters, reigning in burdens like so many young stallions. Praise God you lived! You can finish your brother's message!
As for bible discussion - you keep proclaiming the Value of Love in Christ's Message and leave the "this and that" with those who are concerned with this and that.
Annnnnd another of my friends got engaged. That makes about 6 of my friends within 5 months.
Sigh.
I'm happy for them, I really am. I just feel...behind, I suppose. I know, I know, "I'm young." Actually, at this point in my life I'd be okay with just having a better paying job.
*hugs for Rachel* I don't know what's got you so panicked, but whatever it is, I hope it gets resolved soon.
What I want to do: curl up in a ball and pretend I don't exist.
What I'm going to do: take a deep breath, pretend it doesn't hurt, and slap a smile on my face.
And then I'll go buy a bunch of cheap nail polish I don't need and might not use, smell expensive perfume and sneeze my head off, and over dose on coffee.
That's how we do "depressed" around here.
So...yay...
So, my fiancé and I got into a fight, but we were talking really quietly because the baby was in bed, and I thought his sister was in bed too. We were pretty much whispering in each not hers ears while we were having this fight.... But his sister walked in, and it occurred to me that we probably looked really awkward... So she stopped our fight just by walking in the room.... Because I felt awkward.
I don´t expect an answer, except ONE God could give to humanity and each person who badly or sadly need it...
Have you thought that many persons who might have liked this movie, in their real or passed life, have lived this drama out?
I know it for sure, since the beginning, though I think GOD can turn the bad to good...
Hope all of you who have disliked it (or suffered) find some refreshment in the miracles God does each time a people turn away from sinning, from doing things the oppisite way around.
Praised be His eternal name!
A.T.
I have very few friends in life... But am discovering that the few I have are worth being found. <3
I always think I must be losing my mind when I feel like God is speaking to me...you know, trying to determine if it's really God, or if it's my own mind, or if maybe I'm just somehow tuned into some radio station talk show.
I suppose that's where a bit (or more) of faith comes in; trust that the voice of reason in my head is The Lord, and not me. Which makes good sense, really, since it's pretty rare that I myself am/have a voice of reason.
Sometimes it's just hard to find the pause button for all the other noise going on in my head, so that I can understand what God is telling me. And I hate to have to ask Him to repeat Himself...being all like "...God? Is...is that You? Could you um...would you mind saying that again? I...er...you know, wasn't listening the first time. You already knew that though. So anyway...what'd you say?"
I wonder if that's frustrating to Him, or if it's maybe sort of amusing.
I'd certainly hope God gets a kick out of some of the quirks he's given me.
I keep running into the phrase "Pain demands to be felt."
Is there something I need to know?? I think there is.
Pipp, I saw this and thought of you
I'm sure you would appreciate this too tourist.
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I just realized that I have 4 gallons of spoiled milk in the fridge. Well, not quite- 2 of them
I think I'm about a quart of sour milk away from being locked up in a loony bin.