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Kids today have their cute little Halloween outfits and the witches and the ghosts and all, but I still have to give it to the children of the Great Depression.
They really knew what scared you...
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Well, after a few short forays into the family forum and seeing the terrible advice and condemnation of the absent spouse that was given, I have decided that should I ever get married and have marriage problems I'll be coming back to my single's forum friends to get decent advice about them. The rest of the internet makes you guys look downright normal (no insult intended).
I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I found myself reading poetry. And it's not that I dislike poetry, but that after reading dozens of poems about different things, my brain is swirling around and around and my eyes are swimming and I think maybe I actually dislike poetry.
At any rate, I know I don't like Robert Frost, yet for the first time ever, I like this poem. Except, I don't really like it, it's more that it struck me as meaning something. For once. Ugh.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I know this one by heart! I got a book of Robert Frosts poetry when i was like 13. I've been hooked ever since. I loved this one so much i committed it to memory.
Lewis Carroll has some really crazy poetry. I have a book of his stuff to. He's the guy that wrote Alice in Wonderland. Anyway, lot's of his stuff doesn't even make sense. He just makes up words, but it's amazing!
I sit here and wonder how and why it can be so hard to receive grace...without doing anything, just empty hands with nothing to give. I know in the depths of my heart that grace has set me free, why do I still struggle with trying to work my way to God? *sigh*
Why are you trying to work your way to God when God has already met you with grace?
Because for the first 24 years of my life, I was trying to earn His favor. I fall into old thinking patterns, old habits etc. It's a struggle, but I know that I will overcome these bad habits of trying to impress God.
Because for the first 24 years of my life, I was trying to earn His favor. I fall into old thinking patterns, old habits etc. It's a struggle, but I know that I will overcome these bad habits of trying to impress God.
Because for the first 24 years of my life, I was trying to earn His favor. I fall into old thinking patterns, old habits etc. It's a struggle, but I know that I will overcome these bad habits of trying to impress God.
Look what I found in a dumpster this morning! IN THE TRASH!
I hope I can get it running - it looks like it sprays water and runs on it's own with the remote and everything. Well, it's not really a remote -it's a little wired handheld, but still. All I can find missing right now is one of the little plastic outriggers, but kids don't take the time to play with those anyway. i know a little buddy that's going to be blown away at Christmas if I can get this thing going!
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