tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37463685273129006732024-02-08T02:22:44.510-08:00A Servant's Blog......... Formally My Daughters PoemsThis site started out for my now 12 year old daughter's poetry. As God worked in her she has became a servant of the most high God. She now not only is sharing her poems, but her heart and God's heart through her writing.Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-67659224757778842152011-11-09T13:09:00.001-08:002011-11-09T13:09:37.726-08:00New Blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://christiancountrygirls.blogspot.com/">http://christiancountrygirls.blogspot.com/</a></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-42465106821171002212011-10-10T11:04:00.000-07:002011-10-10T11:04:39.396-07:00My Purity Journal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Purity Study<br />
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<em>2 Timothy 2:22 “Flee the evil desires of youth, and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart.”</em><br />
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<em>“Walk in truth and joy, become a servant, study and learn all manner of different skills, practice honoring those in authority over you, and pray for every man you know who seeks the Lord; pray that these men have the heart to labor for the harvest” Debi Pearl*</em><br />
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(*Debi Pearl is the author of several awesome books, I used this out of her book Preparing to be a Help Meet.) <br />
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To be a pure woman I will:<br />
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<em> I will honor God in my youth. 1 Corinthians 7:34</em><br />
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<em> I will be open to counsel. Prov. 11:14 and 12:15</em><br />
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<em> I will prove to those interested, that I am a hard worker, and will be a good, willing wife. Proverbs 31:10-31</em><br />
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<em> I will pray for wisdom. James 1:5</em><br />
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<em> I will pray for those in authority over me, so that they will be watching for any young man who might be a good match. 1 Timothy 2:2</em><br />
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<em> I will wait for marriage, with patience and joy. Colossians 1:11, Romans 5:3-4 and 8:25</em><br />
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<em> I will look for ways to serve others. Galatians 5:13</em><br />
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<em> When a man of honor asks for me, and those who have watched over me feel that he is a good man, then I will genuinely seek the Lord for His direction. Proverbs 19:20-21.</em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. Proverbs 31:10</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need to spoil. Proverbs 31:11</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. Proverbs 31:12</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. Proverbs 31:13</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar. Proverbs 31:14</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. Proverbs 31:15</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. Proverbs 31:16</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengthened her arms. Proverbs 31:17</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. Proverbs 31:18</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. Proverbs 31:19</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. Proverbs 31:20</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. Proverbs 31:21</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Proverbs 31:22</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. Proverbs 31:23</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchants. Proverbs 31:24</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Strength and honour are her clothing: and she shall rejoice in time to come. Proverbs 31:25</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. Proverbs 31:26</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Proverbs 31:27</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Proverbs 31:28</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Proverbs 31:29</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Proverbs 31:30</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:31</span></em><br />
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God’s estimation of a virtuous woman is: hard working, creative, frugal, cheerful, kind, and pleasant. <br />
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Lord, grow me into a patient young woman. Help me with my sexual purity. Teach me purity and truth. Help me not get addicted to anything bad. Sex, drugs, alcohol, etc. However, get me addicted to your love, joy, peace, patience, and truth. Keep my eyes pure. Keep my ears clean. Keep my mouth locked if it is not pleasing or kind. Protect my mind from inappropriate and/or disappointing thoughts. Seal my lips with a kiss, so that my husband’s kiss I will not miss. Teach me to forgive easily, and to pray fervently. Teach me to be passionate, compassionate, eager to please others, and to practice submission with those in authority. Keep my lips closed when my anger rises, so that I will not hurt those who hurt me. Teach me to work hard; not to expect praise when I did something I was responsible for. Give me a mother’s heart, for the young children I am around. Teach me to control my anger, and to rein in my tongue. <br />
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Help me have a even temperament. Give me wisdom and patience. Teach me to praise you in my few years of being single. Because, I know I will miss these days. Teach me to wait for the young man to pursue me, not the other way around. Help me be patient while waiting for him. Bring a smile to my face while I am at home and in public. Help me stay modest and pure. Physically and spiritually. Teach me to be beautiful inside and out. Keep me healthy and strong. Teach my spirit to listen intently to your voice. During my courting days, keep it holy and pure. Keep my wedding day blissful and joyful. Teach me to stay pure for my wedding bed and my husband. Keep him clean and pure also. <br />
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Help me during my single years. Teach me not to give in to a tempting young man. Teach me to ignore my “friend’s advice” on purity, if it is not from you. Teach me to seek you eagerly. Help me while my friends laugh at my way of dress and thinking. I know that you are pleased with what I am doing. Help me to grasp truth and facts from lies and opinions. Help me walk softly and modestly. Not to flaunt my body, and swing my hips widely. Teach me to draw attention to you not my breasts or back side. Let my eyes shine with joy and thanksgiving. Keep them from clouding with rebellion and unforgivness. Keep my legs strong so that I will not sway in temptation. Teach my mind to follow my heart, so that my feet will not run into sin so quickly. Teach me to not seduce a young man struggling for purity. Teach me to honor his wishes and to respect him. Help me protect my lips for my husband’s first kiss on our wedding day. Last but not least… Teach me not to lust for a young man that is not mine. Nor build a fantasy about him.<br />
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This is my list for my husband… Who I want him to be. Important stuff.<br />
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Obsession with sports, sex, pornography, etc. is not what I want. <br />
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I do not like sports, so I will not go into a deeper relationship with a young man that is more interested in sports than God and me. I do not want our kids to attend any sports. I don’t want to sound meticulous but, why make a young man suffer forever if I find his conversations completely boring? There are other girls that share the same interests with him. No matter how hot he is, think about the future. Will I be hurt or will he? This is a must agree before marriage!<br />
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Sex… I do not want a young man that is very sexually active. His only concern is how to get me into bed. Watch and listen carefully. A young man that screams out “sex, sex, sex!” Both verbally and spiritually, should send a red flag, do not do into a boyfriend/girlfriend with a young man like that! A young man that tempts me sexually and knows this but continues to do so, I will politely decline his persuasion in a deeper relationship. If I marry him, then he will lose interest and start to cheat on me. Do not be afraid to say “No thanks.” To a young man that is not right/good for me!<br />
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Pornography… A man that lusts after a woman will lead to destruction. If he lusts after me than he will lust after another young woman down the road! Just like a man that is obsessed with sex, his only concern is to get me to bed. He is always wanting what he does not have. Listen carefully when he talks. A man that complains is not a good choice. Later he will put me down because I don’t look as “hot” as I did before children. No matter how hot or charming these men are… They will bring me unhappiness. Find a young man that shares my same interests. Do not expect these young men to be “saved by my love” because they will not change. What their habits are before marriage will be carried into marriage.<br />
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Look for a young man that I will be proud to be known with. A young man that I would want to be a father to my children. A young man that sees me as a queen not a servant. A young man that will fight for my love, my affections, and my heart. A young man that seeks God as fervently as I do. A man that loves with compassion, not just passion. A man that seeks honor, respect, and truth. A man that won’t see me as a “freak” but sees me as a young woman that is earnestly praising God. A man that honors, respects, and loves me, for me. A young man, that I will be pleased to please, and a man that I will be honored to know, that I stayed pure and holy for him. A man that I can give my gift to him, and he will cherish it forever.<br />
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I want to learn not to lust after a man that is not mine,<em> “Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth death.” James 1:15</em> In other words… If I lust after a young man then that means I am killing something that should belong to my husband. Then when I lust and build up a fantasy of a young man, than I am robbing something special. Usually, I hurt the young man and me. So in other words, be very careful with your thoughts. If a young man catches my eye, smile, thank the Lord for creating such awesome work then turn my focus back to God. Do not hesitate in wondering if it is okay to fantasize just a tad. Because it isn’t. It is dangerous. Sex is a good thing. Lust isn’t. That is our problem. We connect sex and lust together. We sugar coat the word lust to make it sound lovely. Lust is errant, wicked, corrupt, whatever you want to call it. (I like errant; it looks like a big word.)<br />
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Think of a candy bar. It looks so good. (especially if it is choclate!) I can almost taste the richness of it… But just as you went to take a bite out of it… A complete stranger runs over, snatches it out of your eager hands, and takes a big bite! He does a real good job of it, because it has saliva running down it’s sides. Now you don’t want it any more. <br />
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That is what lust does to sex. When I lust, I am taking the sweetness, and pleasure out of sex. So all I will have on my wedding day is a mind full of lust, but no pleasure will be involved. I will expect my husband to be the perfect prince I have lusted for all my life, wake up in the morning with him not being so perfect. Do not let your mind feed itself on lust. Because it will only rob me of joy and pleasure. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-no-proof: yes;"><em>Whatever habits I have now that are not pleasing to God, I need to break them… otherwise I will carry them into my marriage, and then I will hurt my husband and my future.</em></span><br />
Before I end this, I want to pray…<br />
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“Dear Lord, Thank you for these joyous years of singleness. Thank you for giving me patience, joy, love, peace, courage, and wisdom. Help me become righteous and holy. Help me during my diffucult years of purity. Help me during my struggle of maintaining friends who disagree with my thinking and persuade me to become impure. Teach me to laugh a lot and be very careful with my words. Thank you!”<br />
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Amen!!!<br />
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Marie Jones!!!!<br />
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Precious<br />
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Righteous<br />
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Pure!!!!! <br />
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Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-10483049471968093392011-09-01T16:08:00.000-07:002011-09-01T16:08:26.906-07:00Missing Parts...(of your heart)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Our world has abused love. It tells all of us young teens, (and even younger!) that it is okay to go make out and have sex in the backseat. Have you ever heard the phrase "If you love me then you would _____." It is a way to manipulate someone into doing something that is probably not pleasing God. I have some manipulative friends that are 13-14 and they have a girlfriend or a boyfriend! I don't have one, so I am the target of, "Hey, let's get a boyfriend for you!" games. It drives me crazy, but I feel sorry for them. They are giving themselves away. Pieces of themselves that they will never get back. I have a story from a book I am reading right now and I would like to post it. It is by <em>Joshua Harris</em>, <em>I Kissed Dating Goodbye:</em></div>
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"It was finally here-Anna's wedding day, the day she had dreamed about and planned for months. The small, picturesque church was crowded with friends and family. Sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, and the gentle music of stringed quartet filled the air. Anna walked down the aisle toward David. Joy surged within her. This was the moment in which she had waited so long. He gently took her hand, and they turned and faced the altar.</div>
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But as the minister began to lead Anna and David through their vows, the unthinkable happened. A girl stood up in the middle of the congregation, walked quietly to the altar, and took David's other hand. Another girl approached and stood next to the first, followed by another. Soon a chain of six girls stood by him as he repeated his vows to Anna. </div>
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Anna felt her lip beginning to quiver as tears welled up in her eyes. "Is this some kind of joke?" she whispered to David.</div>
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"I'm...I'm sorry, Anna," he said, staring at the floor.</div>
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"Who are these girls, David? What is going on?" she gasped.</div>
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"They're girls from my past," he answered sadly. "Anna, they don't mean anything to me now... but I've given part of my heart to each of them."</div>
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"I thought your heart was mine," she said</div>
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"It is, it is," he pleaded. "Everything that's left is yours."</div>
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A tear rolled down Anna's cheek. Then she woke up."</div>
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I really LIKE this story. Whenever you "fall" for someone, you give parts of yourself away. Parts that can never be "Super Glued" back on. I have given a part of myself away... but I am now working on saving the rest of myself for my husband. My purity is very special, I want my husband to have ALL of it. I don't want to give pieces of myself away, then hurt him when I say "Yeah, did you know that my first REAL kiss was whenever I had my first boyfriend. Sorry, you should have showed up sooner." That message would have screamed "I don't really love you, I just wanted to see what it felt like to be married." It would leave our relationship torn and empty. I am saving my first kiss for my wedding day. It is possible.</div>
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Today I was talking with a friend of mine, and she said "If I want to get to know someone better, I would ask him to go out to the movies with me,"</div>
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"Just the two of us," she explained," Why go in a group if you are trying to get to know him better. You want to meet him one on one."</div>
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"But, that is inappropriate," I said, "For a young woman trying to stay pure? Going to the movies? These are my beliefs." </div>
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We sat in silence a minute then she shrugged.</div>
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I finally just said "I guess we are raised very differently."</div>
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That is what I call foolish! If you are striving for purity, you do not go in a darkened room with a guy (or woman) alone! That is just foolish!<span closure_uid_bi23pz="94" style="background-color: white;"> But of course, this my opinion.</span></div>
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I asked someone this question (he is struggling with purity in his relationship with his girlfriend) </div>
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"Do you want a girlfriend to hold and fondle temporarily, or do you want a wife to hold and fondle forever?"</div>
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He looked at me as if I had asked a stupid question, "A wife of course."</div>
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"Okay, let me ask another question," </div>
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"Your girlfriend would most likely not end up being your wife. How would you want your wife to be treated before marriage?"</div>
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He studied a moment, then looked at me, "I want her treated well."</div>
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"So, why are you fondling and holding a young woman that will most likely be someone else's wife?"</div>
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"Treat this young woman as you would want some other guy to treat your wife. So, don't get your girlfriend violated and ruined, keep her safe and clean. That way she can reach her husband, pure. And your wife will reach you pure." </div>
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He nodded and stared off into the distance, then turned back to me, "So how do I tell what touch is okay and what touch is not okay?"</div>
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I thought a moment, "Well, when you touch her, in certain ways, what thoughts immediately start thinking?"</div>
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"Well, you know, sex... I guess..." He looked embarrassed.</div>
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"Okay so there is your answer. When those sexual thoughts come up, that is your red flag of "HEY! CAREFUL! THINGS ARE GETTING TOO HEATED!!!!!!!!!" So, therefore you should be on guard and watch for that flag."</div>
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"Does that make sense?" I asked.</div>
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"Your welcome." We smiled then we parted.</div>
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It is a sad world we live in... cartoons, movies, books, advertisements, and even music are now shouting "Love is sex." "Sex is pleasure." "Pleasure is all that matters." But really, love is not sex, sex is not all the pleasure in the world, and pleasure is not what matters. God is love, Loving God brings pleasure, and pleasure comes from God. </div>
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"Yeah but God never has fun! He doesn't understand what pleasures they're in the world!!!" You say.</div>
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Well, if God didn't know what fun was, then why did He create us? Why did He create man and woman? Why did He create love? Is this not fun? Sure, it is not movie/toy kind of fun. God is fun. God doesn't have fun when a man and a woman abuse sex outside of marriage. That hurts Him. God finds sex within marriage fun and pure! It is exciting! Sex was created to be a way of worshipping God in a marriage bed! </div>
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There is one person for you out there. I am pretty sure that you are destined to get married, (Unless God told you face to face that you shall be single and eat sushi for the rest of your life) then it is incredibly possible that you will marry someone. Trust me when I say this: Marriage is worth waiting for! Although I am not married, I know that it is worth waiting for. I have an exciting 5-6 years of waiting and preparing! I am not mature enough for a relationship, and I am sure I am not worthy enough for my future husband's love. I have messed up a little in my purity walk, but I am forgiven and that is all that matters!</div>
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Before I go, I recommend three purity authors: check 'em out! They are cool! </div>
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Joshua Harris's website (haven't looked at it) <a closure_uid_bi23pz="97" href="http://www.newattitude.com/">http://www.newattitude.com/</a> </div>
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His books: <em>I Kissed Dating Goodbye, and Boy Meets Girl, Welcome to Courtship!</em></div>
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Eric and Leslie Ludy and their website: <a closure_uid_bi23pz="109" href="http://www.whengodwrites.com/">http://www.whengodwrites.com/</a></div>
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Books: <em closure_uid_bi23pz="108">When God writes Your Love Story, When Dreams Come True, Authentic Beauty, God's Gift to Women, and Teaching True Love to a Sex-at-13 Generation</em></div>
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Elisabeth Elliot Gren and her books: <em>A Chance To Die, On Asking God Why, The Journals of Jim Elliot, The Mark of a Man, Discipline: The Glad Surrender, and Passion and Purity</em></div>
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<em>Thanks for reading this,</em></div>
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Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-84887252140597813072011-05-03T17:22:00.000-07:002011-05-03T17:22:49.982-07:00New Post...(can't come up with a better name!)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Okay! A new day, new hour, new post, and a new friend! What more can a girl ask for? Hmmmmm..... Wisdom? Stronger faith? Being undoubtful???? Those too.....<br />
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Forgive me for saying this but, I don't have the craziest idea to post about! I just feel that I should post... Guess you may join in my <strike>mindless</strike> conversation.... :)<br />
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It is Tuesday. 3:14 p.m to be exact. My new friend is 'Tunia. She is my cousin/sister, TOTALLY related to me... hmmm... You may be wondering "So what SPECIES is your cousin/sister?" You have to guess.<br />
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My new friend (cousin/sister) is (a): _______________.<br />
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(a) a donkey.<br />
(b) a sheep.<br />
(c) a mule.<br />
(d) a human.<br />
(e) a goat.<br />
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Did you guess? If not oh well! Comment, and confess your answer... who knows! You may be a winner! (KK, I am sorry, but you KNOW the answer. So let's wait...okay?) ;)<br />
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I have no new visions, dreams or such. Whenever I figure out how to tell my "life" story I will. But, first I gotta come up with a name besides "My Life" or other names... Feel free to toss out some titles! I would greatly appreciate it! <br />
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What else can I blog about? Keep me in prayer please. I am struggling right now. <br />
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Oh! I read a A-W-E-S-O-M-E quote!! Wanna hear/read it?? Okay just a sec. Gotta go get it!<br />
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"Remember three things save yourself lots of unneeded heartache:<br />
1# You're not God<br />
2# This ain't heaven<br />
3# Don't act like a jerk."<br />
~Rev. James Martin, author of "The Jesuit Guide to (Almost) Everything: A Spirituality for Real Life."<br />
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Here's another:<br />
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"When in times of crisis, you have two options- running from God or turning to God."<br />
~Bryan Bedford.<br />
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I am one of those people, that I tend to run from God. I am definitely <u>NOT </u> <em>that</em> faithful. I am a very sinful girl. <br />
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I am done... sorry that my posts are getting shorter nowadays!<br />
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Luv,<br />
Me<br />
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(Mother says that this post sounds like an average 13 yo. girl's post...hmmm wonder why?) :)</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-83187002466249949802011-04-25T15:13:00.000-07:002011-04-25T15:13:29.585-07:00Suicide, Dreams, and Visions.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh, what am I going to <strike>preach</strike> uh, talk about? Hmmmm.... I guess we'll find out! <br />
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What is the deal about suicide? Has it increased? Or am I just starting to notice it some more? Maybe, it is some of <u>both</u>. A Lot of young men and women attempt suicide. Sadly, some of them succeed. One of the questions I continually ask myself; "Why commit suicide, and die, when you could be alive and run, play, sing, laugh... live! But, this is coming from a very minor suicidal girl. I was one of those people who had this mindset: "I want to die, but then... I don't." When I was suicidal, I was a chicken! I only did the things like: choking, drowning, starving,(that never really happened!) bulimia, (Maybe that one doesn't count... 'cause I never could get it to work. I only gagged.) and holding my breath. I never tried shooting, hanging, or cutting. Cutting? Sounded kinda painful. Hanging and (or) shooting? What if it worked?<br />
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Okay.... Let's migrate to Dreams and visions...<br />
(If you want too. If not... then I guess that's <u>your</u> problem!)<br />
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I am a dreamer. Or a seer. (it sounds more grown-up-like.)<br />
Yes, I am a seer. I think you know that... right? Anyways, I had a vision yesterday. Kinda interesting...<br />
Wanna read it? Thought so.<br />
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I prayed and cried out to God, (I have been struggling with quiet a few things lately.) I think I cried a little too hard, 'cause I fell asleep. Well, as I laid under a tree in our back pasture, I dreamed. There was a long, winding road. A large castle-like building stretched out as far as I could see. (Probably, heaven.) Anyhow, I began to see people. (The people are us... of course!) People and animals walking together. Then, the animals attacked certain people. Not all of them, but some. They kinda singled them out. (The animals were angels.) The other people, (who were not attacked) kept on walking. They didn't even turn they're heads to the sound of people screaming! The animals turned, followed and soon they were all in these huge, outstanding, beautiful gates. Seven creatures stood on top of a balcony, blowing trumpets. The trumpets, however made a strange, but beautiful sound. (The seven creatures stood for seven of God's names like Abba, Jehovah, etc. The people whom were attacked were dragged off the road by reptileish, ugly, demonic creatures. (demons).<br />
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Before I close, I want you to hear a song, <span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"><em>"Invisible" by Disciple</em></span>. YouTube probably has it. But, of course, YouTube has alot of things! I <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><em><u><span style="font-size: large;">LO<span style="color: black;">VE</span></span></u></em></strong> </span><span style="color: black;">that song!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Well, This extremely short post is over!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Thanks!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><u><strong>M<span style="color: #3d85c6;">e</span></strong></u></span></em></span><br />
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</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-56361461740302439652011-03-20T18:37:00.000-07:002011-03-20T18:37:04.857-07:00Alive... (and a little more about depression)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This little poem is about Depression, Hopelessness...etc. <br />
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The short story behind it was:<br />
Earlier today, (like a couple of minutes ago.) I was sitting on the couch. Then I felt this fire racing through me. I have felt it before but then I heard... words. It was like a song playing in my head. I ran and grabbed a pencil and paper, sat down and expected to write... I DID WRITE. But I didn't control my hand. It was moving by itself. Awkward as it seems, I love it when that happens... Okay here is the poem:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">Alive</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I'm alive...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">but I'm not.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">My heart is torn,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">split into a million pieces.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Hard to fix this mess,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">on my own.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I am crying out,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can you hear it?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Lost, I am walking,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Is there such a feeling as "Happy"?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Down this road I walk,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">darkness surrounds me.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can you hear my </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><em>desperate </em><em>cries?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I'm alive,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">but I'm not.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Is there more to life </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">than breathing?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">If so, Please show</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">me how to live...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I am broken inside...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">A pain so intense.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Afraid to cry, because I </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">know, it won't be a single tear.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can anyone hear me?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can't anyone see my pain?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Listen while I cry?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Is there anyone I can trust?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Snared by depression,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can I be set free?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Will you watch me soar up yonder?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Or, will you turn your back?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I understand, </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I am not worthy...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">This pain...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Agony grips me...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Depression strangles me...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Hate weighs me down...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Fear makes me stumble...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Hopelessness slaughters me...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Again and again.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Save me please...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">I'm alive...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">but, I'm not.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Is there any hope,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">at all?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Can I close my eyes,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">and hope that everything will be okay?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Bring meaning into my life,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">so I don't end it...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">So soon.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Break this chain.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Set me Free.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Is there more to life than </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">breathing?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Show me...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: white;">Please?</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">MNJ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">For those who are depressed and don't believe anyone understands... I want to say I do. I have walked down that road. Yes, it is dark and lonely. Suicide isn't a way out. If you are depressed (or hurting deeply in other ways.) You CAN overcome it. Depression ISN'T a dead end... it is a beginning. It helps you build your faith. Knowing that you didn't overcome by yourself. I was a VERY depressed young girl... I have proof that I overcame it. I am more than willing to help/pray for ANYONE who is struggling right now. I don't pray to make me sound good. I pray to show others that God IS REAL!! And whatever you are going through right now, isn't a dead end. It doesn't mean that "Hey dude, your life is hopeless. The only way is to kill yourself.." Please, don't listen to that. Depression can either kill you or help you. It is all on your attitude about it and which god you listen to.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I guess I am done...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks so much for reading!</div><div style="text-align: left;">MNJ</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S</div><div style="text-align: left;">I do want to help in anyway I can! I want to make Satan so angry with me!</div></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-32321364404974134832011-02-07T11:59:00.000-08:002011-02-07T11:59:20.653-08:00Painful Memories...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Okay, I'll admit it! Sometimes my mom is right! I love her...(<strike>somedays</strike>) but shhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Don't tell her!!! hahaha! Sometimes I think she is so not fair! We have actually fought on the couch. Like I bit, pulled her hair, pinched and kicked her.... I never understood why she never quit fighting. In my mind I was stupid, worthless, unknown! I was hated. I was a RAD child. (Reactive Attachment Disorder) I never learned how to love... until now...<br />
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In case she is reading this, I'll say some nice sweet things about her... just so I won't get lectured!!! teehee! My mother doe<span style="background-color: white;">s</span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><strong><u><em><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><strike>NOT</strike></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></em></u></strong></span><span style="background-color: white;">know</span> the words NO! and normal. You tell her no she can't do it then she's going to do it! You ask why can't she act like your normal "Well, Honey, Don't you look darling" mothers, she'll ask why does she need to be a setting on a dryer!!! Have you ever heard a little kid say "Your not my boss, mommy is!" Hahaha! That explains my mama!!!!<br />
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Okay! I'll get serious!!! We all have hard times right? Read this poem: (It is an old poem.)<br />
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<div align="center"><em><strong>Broken</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am torn into</em></div><div align="center"><em>pieces.</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Broken inside...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>My eagerness dies...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>My happiness disappears...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Dread fills my heart...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Fear is here...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I look at what is left </em></div><div align="center"><em>of me...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Nothing...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>In reality I am as burden </em></div><div align="center"><em>to my family...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Here I am...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Torn into pieces...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I know they were right...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am a mistake...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Tonight, you won't see the </em></div><div align="center"><em>tears I cry...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I've told you </em><em>everything...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I even opened up my heart...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I let you in...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Now what's left of me... is who</em></div><div align="center"><em>I pretend to be...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am broken inside...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>My life is slipping by...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am only 13! I can't die yet!</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am barely holding on...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am an outcast...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>A burden...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Once again...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am broken inside...</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Kinda sad huh? It hurts to be hurting. Sometimes it hurts to cry or even talk about what's wrong. You have had a thorn or a sticker in your foot or hands right? It hurts really bad... It hurts to pull it out and even is a tad sore later. Your painful memories stick to you like a thorn in your heart. It isn't gonna come out until you decide your gonna pull it out. It hurts! I know! Let God hold your hand while you pull it out. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Will you do me a favor? I want you to look up this <strike>song(</strike>z) </div><div align="left">"Who Am I?" (Casting Crowns) </div><div align="left">"Alive" (Toby Mac)</div><div align="left">"New York to L.A" (Pressplay)</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">I know this is an awfully short post, but I pray you learned something!!! Don't forget to look them song or songs or<u> songzzzzz</u> up! Thanks,</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">MNJ</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><em>"Whoever said life was dull as obviously never met God" - MNJ</em></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-58914499319649399232011-02-03T06:16:00.000-08:002011-02-03T06:16:23.599-08:00Mama's Hands<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">I saw you hide your hands</div><div style="text-align: center;">in line, Behind that pretty lady,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I noticed too,</div><div style="text-align: center;">hers were soft and white-</div><div style="text-align: center;">immaculate from care.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But Ma, I say, it's no disgrace</div><div style="text-align: center;">to have workin' hands like you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and had she lived the life you have,</div><div style="text-align: center;">she'd have hands just like it too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But her hands have never<br />
hauled in wood, or worked<br />
in God's good earth.<br />
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They've never felt the bitter<br />
cold, or chopped ice for <br />
waitin'' stock.<br />
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They've never doctored sick <br />
ones, or dressed a poor goat's hoof.<br />
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They've never pulled a hip-locked<br />
calf, or carried feed into the barn.<br />
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They've probably never patched blue jeans,<br />
Or had worn ol' shirts to iron.<br />
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They've never touched a young'n,<br />
Or caressed a fevered head.<br />
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With hands so gently laid on<br />
him, prayin'.<br />
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They've never scrubbed a milker,<br />
Or washed a milk cow's udder.<br />
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They've never guided with those hands,<br />
a child who's lost the way.<br />
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They've never cooked for us hungry hordes,<br />
Or washed dishes day by day.<br />
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They've never peeled peaches,<br />
Nor have they canned.<br />
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They've never worn a blister,<br />
Or had calluses to show.<br />
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For all they've done for others,<br />
and the kindness I know.<br />
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So you see, my dearest Mama-<br />
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Yours are hands of Love,<br />
And I bet God will notice when<br />
He greets you from Above.<br />
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-MNJ<br />
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</div></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-12341518074591486242011-02-01T13:06:00.000-08:002011-02-01T13:06:53.354-08:00Have You Ever...?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><em>To Some,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em> This poem</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Is meaningless.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>To others,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It hits a nerve</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And tears fall.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>looked around</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and wondered if</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the people around you</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>are like robots?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Thought that your </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>life is a endless </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>dream?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Wondered if God was</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>really Real?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>been so overwhelmed with grief</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>You cry until you can't breathe?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>felt like you are the only one</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>who is lost in this big World?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Cried out "Why me?"</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And no one replied?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>As anger, resentment, grief and regret</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>consumes you...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The world is stuck on go.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It zooms past,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>leaving you in the dust.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have yo</em><em>u ever?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>trusted someone so much,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that they turn and walk away?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>During our teenage years,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Satan has control.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Let us take a stand,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And put Satan </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>where he belongs.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Not in our hearts,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But in Hell.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Let's stand and laugh.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>In his ugly face!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Ha! Ha!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ran until you couldn't</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>take another step?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>felt unloved</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>when you have someone</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>standing with His arms open</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>wide?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever...,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Felt that no one understands</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>how you feel?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I understand...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So does Jesus.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Have you ever...?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>MNJ</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><u><span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;">Give this to a teenager! Please! </span></u></strong></em></div></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-75807268072863543192011-02-01T12:11:00.000-08:002011-02-01T12:11:03.766-08:00Newsletter: Regret... One of the greatest Killers...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Regret is a killer. Did you know that? It may seem silly but really, if you think about it Regret is killing people. Yeah, We slip and fall down... Sometimes we get hurt... But, you gotta choice. Do you know? You can either suck it up. Get over it. And follow God. Or you can sit there in the mud and wish that every one would feel as bad as you do. Face it, Yep you did something sooo bad. Get up and try again!!!! Don't let drag you down! You know... how dog poop smells awful, looks awful etc.? When you sit there feeling miserable, your regret is rubbing dog poop in your face! And you just sit there allowing him! Turn them tables and rub his face in it! Meaning:<strong><em><u> <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Suck it up and get over it!!!!!! </span></u></em></strong><br />
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Okay, Let me explain what I said earlier... Regret... one of the greatest killers. Think about it a moment before I go on. What do you think it means? <br />
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You sin. You mess up sooo bad. You wonder if anyone loves you now. I mean, "C'mon! I just messed up! Who can forget that!? Who can love me now? I am awful! Such a bad person! Everybody hates me! Nobody cares! I wish I was dead! Dead! DEAD!!!!"<br />
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How stupid can them Demons get???? Purty dumb! And guess what we listen!<br />
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You sin. You mess up sooo bad. You wonder if anyone loves you now. I mean, "C'mon! I just messed up! Who can forget that!? Who can love me now? I am awful! Such a bad person! Everybody hates me! Nobody cares! I wish I was dead! Dead! DEAD!!!!"<br />
Do you know how Suicide came about? REGRET!!!!!!! Regret whispers those words to you. Reread those words above. Whenever, you mess up do you think that? <br />
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I'm a chicken! Really, I am. I am a scaredy-cat! I have thought that like, all my life?! I have tried to commit suicide. But really, I would get all terrified. I have tried suffocating, choking. I was to scared to shoot or hang myself. (besides I can't shoot!) Or drowning. I am a chicken!!!! I have tried starving. Didn't work. Cutting? Sheesh! Sound's painful. Boy, am I glad I chickened out! Otherwise, I would have never been able to help other teens or even adults! I am proud to say: "Yep, I was abused. Physically and spiritually. People have tried to murder me. Ha! They lost! Yep, my bio mother and father didn't "love" me. My mother never took classes to get me back! My father just signed the paper, giving up his parental rights! Big Deal! I am free! Free!!!!"<br />
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I refuse to believe that my bio mother and father didn't love me. I believe they loved me the best they could. My mother was only 15. My dad was only 16! Teenagers! They shouldn't have been parents that early! Hey, my mom could have aborted me! She could have. But she didn't. If I see her again. I want to say "Thanks, Thanks for EVERYTHING!!! You gave me life! Thank you so much!"<br />
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Life is so important. Why let Regret take it away? Please, Please, Please!!! Tell our Teenagers about this! Let them read this! This is written by a 13 year old teen for teens! This is my viewpoint! The way I look at things. I want them to see that God isn't for old people. If it is, count me old! I am gonna die prayin' and healing someone. Once I am dead that person will be totally healed and filled with God that he/she will be doin' the same thing! Yay!!! But that will be about 108 years from now. I am sayin' I will be a good 120 'fore<em> I</em> die! <br />
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Before I close, I wanna share something(z)! Just a "<strike>few</strike>". Don't roll your eyes at me!!! Hold your horses!!!<br />
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I was talking to God and milking the cow, And God told me this "Whoever said life was dull, has obviously never met Me." hahahahaha!!! It is soooooooooooooo true!<br />
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Another story,<br />
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Okay, Mom, SIL's brother, and I were praying for TJ, My little sister. We were castin' demon's out. (It wasn't as crazy as mine, but we'll get there soon.) What a lot of fun! If you want to know fun is... Cast demons out! There is nothing as fun as that! Anyhow, TJ had a demon of Rejection. And God told me something. Here it goes!<br />
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You have this awesome CD. You so want to listen to it! You stick it into your CD player and press play...but, your CD player is messed up so it scratches your CD and it just won't play! Your really bummed out. I mean, Seriously! You just bought this awesome CD, and then your CD play just ruins it! <br />
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You're the CD. People who have rejected you are the CD players. God puts you in there so He can listen to your awesome music. (God loves music! Rather it is Rock, Rap, Country, Dance, or just slow rhythmic music. As long as it is praising Him. He loves it!) Anyways, You are awesome. Totally Awesome!<br />
I can't be you and you can't be me so that is why your so awesome! We are totally different CDs. You maybe Rock and I am Rap or Pop. (same thing right? Rap and pop?) Those people scratched and rejected you. It hurts huh? <br />
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So God's really bummed. He made you, now He wanted to listen to you but those people He stuck you with, tore you up. So God brings another person into your life. That person brings you to Him. You are saved! So you start to play your music. God listens and knows that He can't make a better you! You're His favorite CD. Some bad can turn into really good.<br />
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Witchcraft, has been apart of TJ's, MJ's (my big brother) and I's life. When I was little, My mother and Father (bio.) took the three of us to a wedding. Freaky one to say the least. I am gonna fast forward it, just because I don't feel like telling the whole story. he he! TJ was a little baby at that time, This guy walks up to her and touches her right side. Said something and walked away. Ever since, she had pains in that side at night. We cast that Demon out and it is gone! Yay! Yay! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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Are you bored? I have two songs to look up...<br />
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"Outcast" by kerri Roberts<br />
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"Dear Rex," by Disciple. <br />
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Youtube may have them. I don't know. I really like them.<br />
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Well, I am done, <br />
Me<br />
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P.S Print this out and give them to as many teens, adults or preteens as you can! Please!!!!!!!! I am begging! Give this to them and say "God loves you and so does this young teen." Because I do love them! Please!!!!!!<br />
Thanks. Oh and don't forget to comment! I barely have ANY comments. I don't care if you tell me the ABC's! or 123! Just something! Anything! Thanks!!!</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-3235572302829428532010-11-13T10:26:00.000-08:002010-11-13T10:26:24.983-08:00Our Great ComforterThis short little post is gonna talk about Our Great Comforter. I have a question to ask before we move on to the exciting part. <em><strong><span style="color: red;">Who is our Great Comforter? How many times do you acknowledge Him?</span></strong></em> I know that's two questions; But they both kinda point in the same direction. Whenever I get depressed or angry I do have to admit, I don't ask God for help. I know that isn't very smart; but when I am in the dumps I act like a uh-huh. Now let's get to the good part.<br />
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You heard that in the Bible God refers to us as sheep, right? Sheep are pretty dumb.That is why they have to have a shepherd. We people are pretty dumb too. Sad, but it is true. We were created to follow and worship God. But since sin entered the world; we have a choice between two gods. Satan and God. Confusing? We can follow God, or follow Satan. <br />
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Satan's little herd isn't very pretty. The sheep of his pasture are gaunt and dying. Their eyes are glazed; no sense of life is within them. They want what others have. So they are never satisfied. They walk around as death waits at the door. <br />
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On the other hand, God's herd is strong. The sheep of <em>His </em>pasture are strong and satisfied. Their eyes are wide and bright. Life and joy dances around them. They help each other. They frolic around. Joy and peace is with them. Even in the darkest place.<br />
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This is a little example. If I confused you some more, I am sorry. Sorta. Confusion is good. In some ways. It gives your mind something to gnaw at. Mine is usually occupied though. I am usually confused. <br />
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Okay, I also want to migrate to depression. That topic is quite popular. Depression is when you feel like no one cares about what you think, say, and do. Yeah... I feel that way quite often. If you are in that situation, I want you to know that God cares. Totally. He knows what is wrong. He listens. He cares about every little cell in your being!!!! He is Our Great Great Comforter!!!! I have a little poem about Depression. <br />
First I want you to know that Depression is a demon. Seriously. He is a demon! He wants to steal your confidence in God! He hates you! He wants <em>YOU</em> to think that everyone else does too. <br />
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(This poem will be described below)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red; font-size: large;"><em>Breathe</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Arms failing,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Lungs gasping,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Water closes over</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">My head.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Struggling for air,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">An air I can't</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Seem to catch.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I am d</span></em><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">rowning.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I need to breathe.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Heart pounding,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Lungs gasping,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I run to catch </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">My breath.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Struggling for air,<br />
An air I can't</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Seem to catch.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I am running.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I need to breathe.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Panic soars in my heart,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">My mind is screaming</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">"Breathe!"</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Struggling for air,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">An air I can't</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Seem to catch.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I am suffocating.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I need to breathe.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Lost, I am lost.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Afraid, I am afraid.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Dying, I am dying...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">It's like a Window.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I see People laughing.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Breathing. Alive.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I try to breathe,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">But can't.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I am on the other side. Dying. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I turn to see other like me dying.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red; font-family: inherit;">Depression weighs</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Me down. Like, I am carrying</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red; font-family: inherit;"><em>The world on my shoulders.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Lord, give me another chance.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Please.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">My grave can wait awhile.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I don't wan to die just yet,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Breathe! I need to Breathe!</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">My eyes close,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Heart beats slowly,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Skin turns cold.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">"Breathe in me."</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">I whisper</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">Breathe in me...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;">MNJ</span></em></div><br />
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Depression kills. He kills you and me. Depression puts thoughts of suicide, sex, stealing, murdering, and other evil things in you. If you give into Depression, he can turn your world around! It won't be straight and clean. But lopsided and dirty. Once you have committed that sin. You can't erase it from your past. It is there. You can't hide it either. There is only one good place for Depression, and it isn't in you. Hell! Depression is not qualified to be in you. He is a worthless, low-down, flea bitten liar! Let Satan have Depression, okay. God didn't make you to house all of Satan's little critters!<br />
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I'll name a few demons. How many do you have? <br />
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Anger<br />
Depression<br />
Lust<br />
Liar<br />
Cheater <br />
Thief<br />
Murder<br />
Suicide<br />
Self-Hatred<br />
Abortion<br />
Addiction<br />
Rejection<br />
Adultery<br />
Abandonment<br />
Apostasy<br />
Betrayal<br />
Blasphemy<br />
Boasting<br />
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Those are just a few. To me a few is quite a bunch! If you haven't figured that out yet!<br />
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How many of those do you have? You can look them up if you don't know the meaning. <br />
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Here read these:<br />
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<em><strong>Bible Quotes for dealing with Depression </strong></em><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The Lord goes before me; He will march with me; He will not fail me or let me go or forsake me; I will fear not, neither become broken in spirit--depressed, dismayed, and unnerved with alarm. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">-DEUTERONOMY 31:8 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">God is my shield, my glory and the lifter of my head. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">-PSALM 3:3 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The eyes of the Lord are on me, and His ears are open to my cry...When I cry out, the Lord hears, and delivers me out of all my troubles. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">-PSALM 34:15, 17 (NKJV) </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I WAITED patiently and expectantly for the Lord; and He inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, steadying my steps and establishing my goings. And He has put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to out God. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">-PSALM 40:1-3 </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">When my soul is cast down within me I remember the Lord and His goodness to me...He commands His loving-Kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me-a prayer to the God of my life...I say to myself, "Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? I hope in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God" </span><br />
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Here are a few quotes about Depression:<br />
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Concern should drive us into action and not into depression. <br />
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To be depressed is to be lonely; to have a friend is to be happy. <br />
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One of the first signs of being depressed is that you lose interest in things. That's why I think it is important to stay passionate.<br />
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--Nicolas Cage quotes (American Actor, Producer and Film Director. b.1964 in Long Beach, California)<br />
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The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.<br />
--Allen Klein quotes<br />
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Nothing else is needed to make you depressed, than to fancy you are so. <br />
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Well, That is all. This short post is closed.<br />
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Thank you for reading! Leave a comment! Don't be afraid to comment! Or ask questions! <br />
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</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-23920138189078520972010-09-20T15:36:00.000-07:002010-09-20T15:36:31.115-07:00Beauty and Purity (and other things)Okay, this small post is mostly inspired by a book called Purity by Kris Vallotton...<br />
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I read this book yesterday... it is REALLY good. After I read this book, I thought about... or I guess you could say I chewed on it for a while. Still am. I already knew purity was important. I also knew that it can be hard. <br />
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I came from a childhood of abuse. I knew what death meant. Due to my parents lifestyle. From birth to 7 years old my life was a living Hell. I was a RAD child. (Reactive Attachment Disorder) I never bonded to ANYBODY... I hated the world. I was my own enemy. When I was adopted I remember screaming and fighting my mother... (adoptive) I struggled for nearly 5 years with my past. During those angry years I remember thinking that maybe I was stupid and ugly. Ruined. Forgotten. Worthless, and all those Demonic spirits. I thought all those things about myself... until now. <br />
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I decided that I am not any of those feelings I thought I was before. I realized that I am beautiful and pure. Joyful, Compassionate, and friendly. Since my "Experience" one of my friends told me that since I am speaking English again, I am fun to be around because I am hilarious. Since I came back from my weird language I have noticed my thoughts have changed. So has my style!!! I have not been lusting and hating anybody. I feel lighter. Happier. Cleaner. I figured out that God can do ANYTHING!!!! From being mute to healing my spider bite!!!! <br />
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I love Him!!! Sometimes I feel like I can dance and sing of Him all the time. Why? Because He is so Awesome! I am so proud to be His daughter!!! I am a princess of the King!!!! I am a beautiful, pure, compassionate princess!!! Yes, I am His daughter! I want to share something that I wrote during my "Experience." (translated to English!!!) <br />
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(Worship poem to Him)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You are...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You are great</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">High and Mighty.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nothing comes against you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Water to the thirsty</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Food to the hungry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Money to the poor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Death to the proud rich,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Sight to the blind,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You are...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You listen to my cries,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You helped me up,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">When I fall down.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">You are...</span></div><br />
I sing that during my alone time with Him. I know He listens. He loves the sound of my voice. Here is another thing I wrote to Him... It is a letter:<br />
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"Okay, I am afraid, You showed me so much Lord. Father, I know I am not to be afraid, but I am! <br />
What are you doing?<br />
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What will people think? Will I ever speak English again? Help me through this. I don't understand. Show me, guide me, deliver me. That's all, I guess.<br />
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Luv,<br />
Me."<br />
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That was one of my cries to Him. I have several. Another is this:<br />
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"Dear Lord,<br />
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Nobody understands. Some people are afraid of me. I desperately want some one to talk to me! To understand. Why Me? Why choose me? Why let me forget my upbringing language? I can't read,write or speak English. No, I am not afraid... just confused. I am tired of this language. But... I will use it for your glory. I'm gonna raise the dead. I'm gonna cast demons out of people. Open the eye's of the blind. That's all I ask... Thank you, <br />
Me"<br />
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When I read these cries that I wrote, I feel sad. Because I knew excatly how it felt and so on. So far I haven't raised the dead, cast demons out, or heal the blind, but I'm gonna do it! No, I am not gonna stop there! Jesus and I are gonna heal everybody of everything! Nothing is gonna come against us! <br />
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I know that my name is written the Lamb's Book of Life. I saw it the in Gold Letters. I saw Jesus write my name in His Book. There is a sign for me in gold and silver. Diamonds dance around it. It says "Welcome Home. My Good and Faithful Servant." I have danced with Jesus in the Ballroom. Rubies and Sapphiers danced around us. The gold floor was bright. Angels sang. My dress was extrodinary beautiful. Turquoise, rubies, diamonds, sapphaires and silver decorated my dress. My dark hair was decorated with gold and diamonds. Jesus had a bright gown. It is white. With gold and silver. Rubies and Diamonds. And some kind of green stone. It was a deep green stone. All of the precious stones danced around us as Jesus and I danced. After that Jesus gave me mana and sent me back to earth. <br />
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That is all... <br />
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Love,<br />
MNJNolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-37664867065898497332010-09-09T16:50:00.000-07:002011-04-25T15:32:08.165-07:00Love and Forgive Your Enemies.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Preacher MNJ is back!!! Anyways, I have a question... How many of you struggle with loving your enemies? ME!!! If I have an enemy, I don't love him or her! I absolutely detest them! I mean that's what enemies are, right? When we have enemies, our worldly minds don't think about forgiving and loving that person! We usually think about revenge. We want to get even! We think like this "Well, he or she hurt me so why should <em>I</em> be nice to <em>them?</em> They hurt me! They don't deserve my love or forgiveness!!" But, do you realize that Jesus loves and forgives us? We hurt and totally disobey Him! Jesus loves you. He loves you more than He loves the world. He forgives your stupidest sins. Why can't you do that to your enemies? What makes you specialer than your enemy?? Did you know that not loving and forgiving your enemies sins is actually a sin?<br />
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I don't really have an enemy, but I have struggles with relationships of people I know. I have been tempted to get angry and blow up. (overreact) Until recently, I would have already done that. But I made a commitment to God. "I don't care how many times I get a rude comment by people, but the ruder they get, the nicer I am going to become to them. Because I know You will me. You said You will bless those whom get persecuted. So I am comforted for I know that I am going to be blessed!" Here is several verses about persecution....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Matthew 5:44</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Blessed [are] they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when [men] shall revile you, and persecute [you], and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great [is] your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Matthew 5:10-12 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all [these things] must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. All these [are] the beginning of sorrows. Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Matthew 24:4-9</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bless them which persecute you: bless, and curse not. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Romans 12:14</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div> I know that the stronger my faith in Him grows the hate in others will grow. But I have Him next to me. He will comfort me. When I want to cry He will catch my tears. He will hold me as I tell Him my troubles. I can tell Him anything. <br />
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I remember one fond memory. (More about forgiveness) I will never forget that play-day. <br />
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<em>We were at a friend's house. It was dark and us kids were jumping on the trampoline. One boy was bulling the smaller kids. He already sent one little boy crying. I stood up and told him to stop. He didn't. So I pulled him off a little kid. He stood up and looked at me. Only it was too dark to see him face-to-face. I knew he couldn't see me. He was enraged and yelled "What kind of freak are you!?" The kids on the trampoline grew quiet and looked our direction. I calmly said "I am the kind of freak that cares about other people." The boy said "hmm" and soon got off the trampoline. Some kids came up to me and one of them said "Thanks, there aren't alot of people who can stand up to *Ralph." I shrugged and went inside for a drink. Later *Ralph came up to me and apologized. "I am so sorry. You are the first girl to talk to me that way. I guess I was being too rough to the smaller kids. I-I- am sorry." I smiled "It's okay. You gave me a test." With that I walked off than stopped and turned around "Oh, and I forgive you." At the end of the night we were talking and playing together. </em><br />
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That is the way we should stand up to our enemies. We need to be calm. We need to forgive. If you do, you will be an example to your enemy. How? Because you forgave them! You never know what your forgiveness will boil up too. It might even change your enemies life. <br />
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Love and you'll be loved. Forgive and you'll be forgiven. Trust and you'll be trusted. <br />
It's simple! Do it! Apply that rule to your life!!! <br />
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That's really about it. I know... short post. But oh well. I just needed to talk about forgiveness and love. well here's some verses to end my post! <br />
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Thanks, <br />
MNJ <br />
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*Name changed to protect the boy* <br />
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<span style="color: red;">If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and [that], when they have chastened him, will not hearken unto them: Then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his place; And they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son [is] stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; [he is] a glutton, and a drunkard. And all the men of his city shall stone him with stones, that he die: so shalt thou put evil away from among you; and all Israel shall hear, and fear. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Deuteronomy 21:18-21 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Cursed [be] he that setteth light by his father or his mother. And all the people shall say, Amen. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Deuteronomy 27:16 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">For God commanded, saying, Honour thy father and mother: and, He that curseth father or mother, let him die the death. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Matthew 15:4 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">For Moses said, Honour thy father and thy mother; and, Whoso curseth father or mother, let him die the death: </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Mark 7:10 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Ephesians 6:4 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Ephesians 4:26 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them. </span><br />
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In Matthew 6:25-34 it reads: <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do Not Worry </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">28 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.</span></div><br />
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Notice how it says You Father... You may think He's not my Father! My Father is -----! But that person is your earthly father. Your true father is in Heaven. Sitting on the throne of grace. HE is your father!! God is your Father!! He knew you while you were in your mother's womb. He knew you before you were even conceived!! Talk about crazy! He knew what you were conceived for. He had plans for you. He still does if you would quit worrying about your hair, clothes, looks, etc!!! God has the supplies!!!! Open your ears and LISTEN!!!!! My therapist says "Some people have the ability to do great evil or do great good." <br />
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Now my question is What ability do YOU have? Before I was REALLY led to Christ, I knew that if I kept my rebellious, angry, lustful life that I was going to do great evil! Instead I am following Christ so I can do great good!!! Don't we have a awesome God? How many of you worry alot? I'm not much of a worrier. (Anymore!) I decided to be a warrior instead. There is quote that is sooo true!!! <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"Sorrow and regret look down, worry looks around, but faith and a good attitude looks up."</span> <br />
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When you are sorrowful or you are regretting something it just is bringing you down! It won't let you rest. But you can make a choice to stay sorrowful or regretful or you can make a choice to say "NO! I rebuke you! You have NO power over me! I won't let you bring me down!" <br />
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Worry looks around... When you are cheating, or you are worried about your looks... you are looking around to see if anyone is watching you. It's true! Think about it! <br />
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Faith and a good attitude can lift you up. So when you are happy if you really think about it your spirit is lighter. So it lifts you up! Who are you gonna be? Sorrow, Regret, Worry, Faith and a good attitude? <br />
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Then there's another quote: <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"You can't be a smart cookie with a crummy attitude!"</span> <br />
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Which means you can't be happy and show others how happy you are if you got a bad attitude. Those just don't go together! Example: I can't talk to about this stuff if I am doing what I was doing a month ago! <br />
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To make this post less boring I HAVE to tell you another God experience!! <br />
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I was talking to God the other night. Sitting in my bed crying actually. I don't know why I was so sad. I felt alone and unloved. So I asked God "God, if you really love me; show me. And I will believe." He did show me! The second I asked that question a song came up. I Need You To Love Me by Barlow-Girl. It is on YouTube. (click for view) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QaM8l4Pn8c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QaM8l4Pn8c</a> I cried some more when I heard it. It is an awesome song! I read the comments on it. One girl said "This song is retarded. It talks about god." Others said "I love it!" <br />
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We have all sinned. What we need is God's love. We want Him. Some of us just don't know how to get it. I'll tell you one thing. When you get ready to confess and follow Him. I will be there to help you. Yes, you will have struggles and temptations but you have to stand strong. Here's several verses about it: <br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">1 Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2 and he began to teach them saying: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">3 "Blessed are the poor in spirit, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">4 Blessed are those who mourn, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will be comforted. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">5 Blessed are the meek, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will inherit the earth. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will be filled. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">7 Blessed are the merciful, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will be shown mercy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">8 Blessed are the pure in heart, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will see God. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">9 Blessed are the peacemakers, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for they will be called sons of God. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">11 "Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12 Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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If you decided to become one of Jesus's followers today, I congratulate you. You have made a very good choice. But you have to mean it in your heart. It is a commitment. You have to stay with Him. He's your Shepherd. Your a sheep. Satan is a wolf and his demons are his followers. You must keep your ears and eyes open. Stay away from violence and pornography. Hate and anger. Idols and drugs. That also means NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE!!!! Through those 7 things demons enter you. God loves you too much to see you go to hell. He does not want ANYBODY to go to hell. Hell was actually made for Satan and his angels. <br />
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<span style="color: red;">For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into hell and committed them to pits of darkness, reserved for judgment;</span> <br />
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If Satan had it his way everybody would be in hell. Me and you! EVERYBODY!!!!! Maybe we oughta thank God for being there for us to get to know Him so we can go to Heaven. <br />
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I will tell you the verse that talks about the 7 things God hates: <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Proverbs 6:16-19 There are six things the LORD HATES, seven that are DETESTABLE to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">I think I've done enough preachin. You might be hearing this kind of stuff for a while. But I hope I am changing lives. I don't want to be boring. I want to change people's lives. So PLEASE show other people! If this dosen't mean anything to you, it will to someone else. Well, I think I am done!</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Bye for now! </div><div style="text-align: left;">MNJ </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. </span></div><span style="color: red;">Matthew 24:27</span> <br />
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<span style="color: red;">I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">John 14:18 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they [also] which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Revelation 1:7 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Behold, I come quickly: hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Revelation 3:11 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed [is] he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Revelation 16:15 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward [is] with me, to give every man according as his work shall be. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Revelation 22:12 </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Revelation 22:20 </span>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-62785148537103599462010-09-04T13:56:00.000-07:002010-09-04T13:56:45.535-07:00There is a God... Believe it or Not!I had an interesting week... It is all mom's fault though! August 15, Sunday night mom,dad, and I were in the living room talking... well arguing. I had a rebellious attitude for a while. So mom and dad decided to get a handle on it...<br />
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I was so mad, I didn't know why. I felt nothing inside, I was empty. I told my parents that I wanted my bios and my foster care parent to come to me a ask for forgiveness. Then I'd be all right. Mom told me it doesn't work that way. I have to have to forgive them even if they don't come directly to me. So as hard headed as I am I argued my case. Pretty soon mom and I were on the couch fighting. I had a fear of my neck being touched. Let me explain why:<br />
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<em>When I was about 5 or 6 I remember being left at home with MJ and TJ. Our parents were out partying; so we were left at home quiet often. Headlights shined through the window. I was sorta hoping it was our bios so I ran to the door. Two guys stood there. I pushed chairs to the door. The guys pushed the door open easily. I didn't understand why. To me those chairs were heavy!<span style="background-color: white;"> But anyhow MJ and TJ took off. I was a little too late... Maybe because my sassy mouth was moving... (we won't mention that okay?)</span></em><br />
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<em>The guys grabbed me and dragged me to their car. I have been kidnapped before so I tried crawling out of the window. I think those guys knew a little about kidnapping 'cause they rolled the windows up... Around my neck! Struggling, I tried to get away. It only brought more pain and less air. We got to their hiding place, and they started cutting and striking my neck. When it was over they took me home.</em><br />
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Mom and I talked about it then she messed with my neck. I got to where I didn't tremble and try to run off.<br />
We talked more then mom asked if I truly believed if Jesus was real... I answered "No, not really." We prayed then all of a sudden my right leg started shaking. Mom pointed it out and I stared at it then we grinned. Mom asked if I wanted my other leg to start shaking, I shrugged. I mean what else can happen??<br />
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Mom prayed and so my legs were shaking and so were my arms!! I was laughing asking mom to make it stop. Well, God didn't like me asking it to stop so He struck me mute!! I was laughing silently. I have such a sweet, loving, kind, sympathetic mother... NOT!! She took out the Bible and read about Zacharias... The priest who was struck mute. He was told that his wife would bear a son named John and Zacharias didn't believe. So God struck him mute. That is in Luke 1:5-60!<br />
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Finally, I went to bed about midnight... yes, I was still shaking and mute. Next morning mom, TJ and I were sitting on the porch. Talking. Well I wasn't talking but... you get the point! TJ was falling under the spirit and I started singing... you have to understand I DO NOT sing!! But my song wasn't in English... it was in some strange language.<br />
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Mom gathered TJ into her arms and I got up and started praying... aloud! Mom and TJ talked then I panamined that TJ was sad. TJ started crying real hard. I prayed some more, then just worshipped God. Later we went to do chores and mom asked if I thought I was speaking English. I nodded. Mom just looked at me and said "Well I hate to break the news to you, but you ain't speaking English girl!" I laughed then mom suggested that I write down what I'm saying. I obeyed!! But it wasn't English... dunno what language it was but I was writing it! Mom was pulling different languages that look similar to mine. She brought one up in Aramaic I brightened up and nodded enthusiastically. So she put the Passion of Christ on You Tube and put her home page in front of it. So all I could do was guess what it was saying. After mom got the volume adjusted she asked what was going on. I told her in my wonderful panamining I told her that Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane crying, praying, and sweating blood. Asking God to remove the cup from His hand.<br />
The Passion of Christ is done in Aramaic. So during my "wonderful" week I could read a little Hebrew, Aramaic, and Arabic. <br />
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God told me that Thursday I would pray for a young, sad, crippled, woman. Well... I saw her Thursday! Excited I drug TJ with me. I walked up to the lady and asked her in my language if I could pray for her. She answered! In my language!! She said "No, no, there is no God." I told her "Yes, there is a God! He'll heal you" I never could convince her. She just walked off. I prayed for her anyways. A couple feet off I noticed that she wasn't limping! YAY! God CAN work miracles!!<br />
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Mom told me that I had the symptoms of being depressed. We prayed some more than God told me:<br />
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<blockquote>Sadness leads to loneliness. Loneliness leads to depression. Depression leads to unworthiness. Unworthiness leads to rejection. Rejection leads to anger. Anger always leads to Death.</blockquote><br />
I also have a testimony...<br />
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The other day, I got bitten by a Black Widow. On my arm. I noticed a red bump showing up on my arm. I rebuked it and told it to leave in the name of Jesus! That Satan has no control over me, not even through a little spider. It left!! Not a scar! God said through His word in <span style="color: red;">Philippines 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."</span> I applied it to my bite. Then I thought "You know, I could have made a big deal about it... If I had I would be in the Hospital!" I praised Him, I mean how could you not? I saw Him heal the young woman in the middle of Wal-Mart; Now I was experiencing my own miracle!!! Once you see Him face to face, once you feel His arms holding you, once you hear His voice, how can you be the same? How can you not want to read His word? How can you not want to pray for other people? How can you not sing and dance for joy? I am totally different. I feel a compassion I have never felt before. I feel a love for the people I thought I hated. I know that I am forever changed now. <br />
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In Acts 2:17-21 It says: <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">17 'In the last days, God says, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">"I will pour out my Spirit on all people. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Your sons and daughters will prophesy, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">your young men will see visions, <br />
your old men will dream dreams. </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">18 Even on my servants, both men and women, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">I will pour out my Spirit in those days, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">and they will prophesy. </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">19 I will show wonders in the heaven above </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">and signs on the earth below, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">blood and fire and billows of smoke. </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">20 The sun will be turned to darkness </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">and the moon to blood </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord. </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">21 And everyone who calls </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">on the name of the Lord will be saved.'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: black;">WOW! Think a moment about that... Your sons and daughters shall prophesy... Lately we've had some pretty strange things going on. Some of our young friends 14-20 went to Brazil this year! They came back totally different. I wanted what they had. They seemed so happy. Well, I got it! Only I didn't go to Brazil nor did I have the same experience they had. Acts seems to talk a great deal about it... the miracles, when Jesus comes back. EVERYTHING!!! I am really excited to find out what God is doing right now. But at the same time I am not worried.</span><br />
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I learned three words that are NOT in God's vocabulary<br />
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Hate<br />
Impossible<br />
Try<br />
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But those three mean something. They are an excuse. A reason to not love and to not study and follow Him! If you really think about it they really mean that! I am learning slowly to not care what other people think of me. I have taken up dancing, singing, and praying in the middle of Wal-mart or any other place I go to. Why? Because I feel a joy in my heart. Strong joy. I feel a love for the people. A deep love. I pray for them. I have forgave my bios, my foster mom, and everyone that had forsaken and hurt me. No, it was not easy. But do you think that it was easy for Jesus to hang on the cross? Was it easy for Jesus to forgive ALL of us? We all sin. Jesus was the only person who never sinned. The only. He was unique and different. <br />
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1. He never sinned. (I am sure that means arguing, rebellion etc.)<br />
2. He was part man and part God.<br />
3. He healed people. I am sure that some people thought "Man, get a life! You aren't that special!"<br />
4. He was hated. So totally hated! <br />
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I struggled for 5 years in disbelief. I did not really believe He was real. I was too soaked up in my power and anger. My demons. My past. I had a LOT of generational curses. Addiction, rebellion, hatred, anger, abuse, and lust. Those are a lot of generational curses. You don't have to believe that there is a such thing as generational curses, but... THEY ARE VERY REAL!!!!! So are demons and angels. So is Hell and Heaven. So is Satan and God. They are all real. But I have one question... If you were to die right now, where would you go? How strong is your belief? How many people have you led to Christ? Is your relationship with Him strong? Like a knot tied in a piece of thread? TIGHT??? Ask God and He'll answer you. I don't want to know, what I'm doing is getting you to realize how strong your relationship is with God. I know that is 5 questions but they all lead to the first one.<br />
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I feel so happy when I pray for someone. Because I KNOW that My God answers prayers. Not always right away, but He will sometime. Here's a some things that God told me to tell you.<br />
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1. Be loyal. (To your parents, your spouse, your friends, God, etc.)<br />
2. Have a child-like faith. (When He speaks to you, have you heart open and receive like a child will do.)<br />
3. Have no doubt. (OUCH!! I struggle with that a lot! Don't have any doubt. He'll answer you if you'd only ask!!)<br />
4. Be angry and do not sin. (When your angry don't take it out on others. If you do your only adding fuel to a fire. It makes Satan go "YES!! I won you! Your mine!" And you'll get angrier and angrier.)<br />
5. Trust. (Trust in God with all your heart, soul, and mind.)<br />
6. Show that demon he has no power over you!!! (Don't listen to disobedience, anger, etc.)<br />
7. What God are you worshipping? (There is only 1 God! Music, TV, computers, sex, drugs, etc. are NOT gods. They should not rule your life!!! Let the 1 and only God rule!)<br />
8. Do not let lust take control. (It may feel nice to think about sex, drugs, etc. but the only thing it gets you is one more step closer to HELL!!!!)<br />
9. Don't take my advice before you take it to God. (He knows what's best. I don't. I am only Jesus's tool.)<br />
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God can do all things! Nothing is bigger than God. The Bible is pretty muchly full of miracles! Think about it. Moses doing all of his plagues. Why? So Pharaoh would let God's people go. They had been slaves to the Egyptians for approximately 400 hundred years! I feel sorry for the mother's who lost their babies, because Pharaoh thought they were too many. Imagine the agony those mother's felt watching their precious babies being thrown unmercifully into the Nile River. Imagine the pain and suffering the Hebrews felt when they were nothing but worthless slaves. They made bricks, and gathered their own straw. Imagine the pure joy they felt when they were freed. Imagine the confusion the Egyptians felt when all those plagues hit them but not the Hebrews. I sometimes think "You know it would have been easier if Pharaoh would have just let the Hebrews go!" But then I think "But, wouldn't it be easier if I would tell the truth, or obey all the time?" So I can't condemn Pharaoh. Because I have been a uh-huh for a long time too. (maybe longer!)<br />
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How many of you have let your mouth run over? Raise your hand! ME!!!!!!! I let my tongue overload quiet often! Here is 2 chapters in James that I am saying ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!! Here they are!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">James 3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Taming the Tongue</span> </div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: red;">1 Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. 2 We all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check. </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div align="center"><br />
</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">7All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, 8 but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">Two Kinds of Wisdom </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div align="center"><br />
</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">13 Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. 14 But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth. 15 Such "wisdom" does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, of the devil. 16 For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice. </span></div><span style="color: red;"><div align="center"><br />
</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">17 But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. 18 Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Think about that Chapter before you move on to the next Chapter. How many of you have let your tongue become a deadly fire? I think everyone has. Some more often then others. But we have all sinned. Thank Jesus for taking a hard task so that we can be saved!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">James 4</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Submit Yourselves to God </span> </div><br />
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<div align="center">1 What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? 2 You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God. 3 When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">4 You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. 5 Or do you think Scripture says without reason that the spirit he caused to live in us envies intensely? 6 But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">"God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble." </div><br />
<div align="center">7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 8 Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. 9 Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. 10 Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">11 Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. 12 There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">13 Now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money." 14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. 15 Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that." 16 As it is, you boast and brag. All such boasting is evil. 17 Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins."</div><br />
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OKAY!!!??? Now that is... WOW!! Who are you to judge your neighbor? How many of us have judged our neighbor? MEEE!!!!! But your neighbor is not just the people who live next door to you, it means EVERYONE!!! Think about THAT one!<br />
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Submit yourself to God, and Resist the devil and he will flee from you! It does not say Resist the devil and he might flee from you. It says Submit yourself to God, and Resist the devil and he will flee from you! Submit!!!! Give!!!! Release yourself!!! Let God be in control!!! Not you!!! He deserves you. He wants you. He loves you. You can let God or Satan be in control. If you obey God, You will have a long life full of joy and purity. With Satan as your king you will have a angry, sad, unholy life. You will feel dirty. Nasty. Depressed. Remember what I told you earlier? <br />
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<blockquote>Sadness leads to loneliness. Loneliness leads to depression. Depression leads to unworthiness. Unworthiness leads to rejection. Rejection leads to anger. Anger always leads to Death.</blockquote><br />
It is soooo true! Your lust, anger, hatred, disobedience, rebellion, unloyalness, will give you a free ride to Hell in a hand-basket. Unless you confess ALL of your sins. Here's a website it has the Bible in categories. Visit : <a href="http://www.bibletopics.com/">http://www.bibletopics.com/</a> It has topics like sex, death, sin, anger, arguing, etc.<br />
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That's it! May God bless you in amazing ways! <br />
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MNJ (a former abused child)<br />
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</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-52464233097417444582010-04-09T12:18:00.000-07:002010-04-09T12:33:16.299-07:00I am<div align="center"><em>I hear your voice.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I cry and cry.</em></div><div align="center"><em>'Cause you are dead,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and not hear beside me.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>A flood of tears </em></div><div align="center"><em>pour down my cheeks.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>My heart is beyond pain.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Pain I can't express.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Pain I can't bear.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I breathe in choking gasps.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Stop.' you say ever so softly</em></div><div align="center"><em>'I am here... </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am the whisper in the wind,</em></div><div align="center"><em>calling, calling you.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am the sun in the sky, </em></div><div align="center"><em>smiling down on </em><em>you, my dearest one.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> I am</em></div><div align="center"><em>the shadow on the ground,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I follow you everywhere</em></div><div align="center"><em>you shall go.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am your imaginary friend,</em></div><div align="center"><em>whom you tell you darkest secrets.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am the warmth in your heart,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as you think of me again,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and again.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am the moon light </em></div><div align="center"><em>shinning down,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I will be there until the end.</em></div><div align="center"><em>No matter where you</em></div><div align="center"><em> are. I am there,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I am there.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Forever my friend.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Forever...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Dedication: To my dearest friends, Spooky, Buger Bear, and Beauty...</em></div><div align="center"><em>Thank you for such a inspiration my friends.....</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-75553855974272298142010-02-09T15:26:00.000-08:002010-02-09T15:37:19.255-08:00No Hope<div align="center">I watch you</div><div align="center">turn your back on us.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My dreams and hopes </div><div align="center">die.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"Is it worth it, Losing</div><div align="center">family, friends and me?"</div><div align="center">I cry</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Foolish person!</div><div align="center">Do you have a clue</div><div align="center">what you are doing.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The pains you will suffer!</div><div align="center">Physically and </div><div align="center">spiritually!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Just who are you?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Playing games with the</div><div align="center">spiritual world?!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You are likely to</div><div align="center">die!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But, please tell me,</div><div align="center">Who are <em>YOU</em>?!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A liar! A cheater!</div><div align="center">That's who you are!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Don't you care?!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You don't care! </div><div align="center">You don't care what</div><div align="center">happens to you!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am through. I am</div><div align="center">going to back off.</div><div align="center">This is <em>YOUR</em> life.</div><div align="center">Not mine.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But whatever you do.</div><div align="center">Take care.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">'Cause I have.........</div><div align="center"><em>No Hope</em>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">MNJ</div><div align="center"> </div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-17617255802341309552010-02-03T11:01:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:16:07.516-08:00I Gave You...<div align="center">I gave you My heart.</div><div align="center">I gave you My love.</div><div align="center">I gave you joy</div><div align="center">I gave peace.</div><div align="center">I gave you contentment.</div><div align="center">I gave you food.</div><div align="center">I gave you clothing.</div><div align="center">I gave you water.</div><div align="center">I gave you My Father.</div><div align="center">I gave you shelter My child.</div><div align="center">I forgave you much more than 70 x 7.</div><div align="center">Can you say as much?!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But......</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I gave <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>YOU MY LIFE,</em></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> My child.</span></div><div align="center">What do you give Me, My child?</div><div align="center">You spend no time with me.</div><div align="center">You do not put forth your best effort.</div><div align="center">I blessed you. </div><div align="center">I gave you all that you need My child!</div><div align="center">You envy others.</div><div align="center">You gave me SIN!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">MNJ</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Note: <em> I felt as if Jesus was talking to me when I finished this poem. I envy others, I don't spend as much time as I should, I don't forgive as Jesus did me. 70 x 7? WOW! Multiply that up. And you will be surprised. I sure was! Jesus blessed us. Let us be thankful for what Jesus had given us!</em></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-44099793930494377062010-01-29T12:46:00.000-08:002010-01-29T13:57:02.332-08:00My Heart<div align="center">Blood drips from</div><div align="center">my mouth.</div><div align="center">My sides heave for</div><div align="center">air. My ears strain</div><div align="center">to hear what is going</div><div align="center">on. My heart aches</div><div align="center">from the pain.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh no! Mother is </div><div align="center">here again! My blood</div><div align="center">starts to race</div><div align="center">through my veins.</div><div align="center">My heart is pounding.</div><div align="center"><em>"Escape! Run!"</em> My mind shouts</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>"Bam!"</em> My head hits the</div><div align="center">counter. <em>"Whack!"</em> My</div><div align="center">body crumples to the</div><div align="center">floor. <em>"Wham!"</em> </div><div align="center">Mother kicks me again and again.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>"Crash!"</em> I feel Mother </div><div align="center">throw a plate at me.</div><div align="center">Pain sears through me</div><div align="center">as it hits me.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Suddenly Sally</div><div align="center">starts to cry. I find</div><div align="center">my chance to run.</div><div align="center">My heart races.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Blood is pouring down</div><div align="center">my chin.</div><div align="center">My sides heave heavily</div><div align="center">for air.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Where oh where can</div><div align="center">I go? Where is Dad</div><div align="center">when I need him most?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mother comes back </div><div align="center">to finish me off.</div><div align="center">My blood runs cold.</div><div align="center">I scramble to</div><div align="center">my feet and try to</div><div align="center">run.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"Get your ### over here</div><div align="center">you #######!" she</div><div align="center">shouts.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She comes after me.</div><div align="center">My legs are getting tired.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mother is catching up!</div><div align="center">Finally I collapse about</div><div align="center">2 miles from the House.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mother comes and slaps</div><div align="center">me. She picks me up</div><div align="center">and carries me home.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She sets me on a stool.</div><div align="center">"You must be very thirsty.</div><div align="center">After such a long run that is!"</div><div align="center">She fills a cup from the</div><div align="center">toilet and pours it down my</div><div align="center">throat.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I fall off the stool.</div><div align="center">I gasp for air.</div><div align="center">Mother laughs and throws me around.</div><div align="center">I try to scream</div><div align="center">But not a sound was made.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My blood runs cold as Mother</div><div align="center">screams in my face.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As Mother screams.</div><div align="center">I started to fade</div><div align="center">away. I could feel Mother</div><div align="center">pick me up and shake me.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My head jerks forward.</div><div align="center">My bones throb.</div><div align="center">My blood turns colder and colder.</div><div align="center">My heart is barely moving.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I fade deeper and deeper</div><div align="center">into darkness.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh please! I</div><div align="center">don't want to die!</div><div align="center">Who will protect</div><div align="center">Max? Or Sally?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Please oh please!</div><div align="center">Help me!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mother puts me</div><div align="center">down and kicks me.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I jerk forward and</div><div align="center">fall limp on the floor.</div><div align="center">My breathing shallows.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>"Goodbye Sally and Max."</em></div><div align="center">My mind says</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">An Angel comes to take me.</div><div align="center">I look sadly at my House.</div><div align="center">I see my limp body crumpled</div><div align="center">on the floor. Never to suffer again.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>So Goodbye.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Goodbye Forever.</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Note: This poem is dedicated to my brother and sister whom died at age 4 and 1. Children are still dying from abuse. That is why we want YOU to help.</em></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-58601320560670458742010-01-25T14:19:00.000-08:002010-01-29T13:19:08.307-08:00Grief<div align="center">You die, I cry.</div><div align="center">Tears come and come.</div><div align="center">Why you? Why me?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">When you left, My heart </div><div align="center">left too.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I hold you while you</div><div align="center">take your last breath.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What can I do?</div><div align="center">What can I say?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Don't leave! Please don't!</div><div align="center">Please don't leave me here cold</div><div align="center">alone, and abandoned!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Grief stabs me again</div><div align="center">and again. I feel it come </div><div align="center">in waves. It hits harder</div><div align="center">each time.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't know what to do!</div><div align="center">My breath comes in gasps!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My heart seems to stop.</div><div align="center">I feel as if I am dying too.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Tears and words can't</div><div align="center">explain how I feel inside.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh, Oh, How I want to scream</div><div align="center">in anguish!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I collapse beside your body.</div><div align="center">Grief slams again and again.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The air suddenly becomes too hot and thick.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I can't breathe!</div><div align="center">My heart stops!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">No stay awake! Please!</div><div align="center">I want to scream.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not a sound made.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I turn away.</div><div align="center">I can't stand to see you anymore.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Memories hit me now.</div><div align="center">I remember you running,</div><div align="center">playing, and it seems you laughed.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Grief tears at me.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">You leave with a smile. Why?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Grief, Grief, Grief</em></div><div align="center">.........<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">GRIEF</span></strong></em>.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Dedication: To Beauty, Sam, Bugger Bear, Spooky, and To my friends family.</em></div><div align="center"></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-17971760938520995802010-01-11T16:43:00.000-08:002010-01-11T17:07:13.124-08:00The Dark, Dark Night.....<div align="center">I wake up to hear</div><div align="center">yelling and shouting.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"Uh oh, Mom and Dad </div><div align="center">are at it again." I say to myself.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I stay in my sodden bed.</div><div align="center">To terrified to move.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">All of a sudden I hear loud sirens.</div><div align="center">Red, Blue and Yellow lights fill</div><div align="center">my bedroom.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I hear my doorknob turn.</div><div align="center">Terrified, I pull the covers of my head.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Next thing I know, I hear my Mom</div><div align="center">and Dad call my name, I try to run</div><div align="center">to them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I look up to see the kind face of a</div><div align="center">kind policeman.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Terror races through my veins.</div><div align="center">I try hard to squirm out of his arms.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But..... I am being carried to my </div><div align="center">Grandmother's van. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"Elida! Elida! Come here!"</div><div align="center">I hear my Mom scream.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I look outside the window to only see,</div><div align="center">my Mom and Dad being shoved into a car.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Frantically, I try to open the door.</div><div align="center">But.....it's locked!!!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Grandmother drives slowly away</div><div align="center">from Our House.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Goodbye Mom and Dad.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Goodbye Forever.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Note: Never will I forget that dark, dark scary night.</em></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-24487850937387907512010-01-04T17:17:00.000-08:002010-01-04T17:22:29.496-08:00Suicide<div align="center">I am nine.</div><div align="center">And it's time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For me to die.</div><div align="center">Please don't cry!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But I don't care,</div><div align="center">Cause it's more than I can bear.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I can't seem to think,</div><div align="center">Cause I feel I might sink.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So I leave.</div><div align="center">But I believe.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Never to return,</div><div align="center"><em>NEVER</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>MNJ</em></div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-3331664541721558882009-12-27T18:57:00.000-08:002009-12-27T18:58:50.778-08:00For Sarah<div align="center">For Sarah </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ever watched someone spread their wings and fly? </div><div align="center">Or have someone take one of your things? </div><div align="center">Thought you saw the truth in some one's eyes. </div><div align="center">Then you find out later it was all a lie? </div><div align="center">Every had someone change from friend to foe? </div><div align="center">As the world around you is stuck on "go". </div><div align="center">You want to keep on dreaming a wonderful dream. </div><div align="center">To realize later it's not what it seems. </div><div align="center">You wanted to run, but found you can't hide. </div><div align="center">In a room where there's no one there by your side. </div><div align="center">I've been where you've been. </div><div align="center">I've seen what you've seen. </div><div align="center">So my word of advice- for your life please take care. </div><div align="center">What you have now might not always be there. </div><div align="center">MNJ</div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-49395922552885097272009-12-07T09:11:00.000-08:002009-12-07T09:16:22.455-08:00Three Little Words<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Three Little Words</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three little words,</div><div align="center">That can change a </div><div align="center">Life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three little words,</div><div align="center">That turns a frown</div><div align="center">To a smile.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three little words, </div><div align="center">That can change </div><div align="center">Your cries to laughter.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three little words,</div><div align="center">That can change</div><div align="center">Enemies to friends.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three little words,</div><div align="center">That can change anger </div><div align="center">To love.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three Little words,</div><div align="center">So hard to say.</div><div align="center">"I forgive you."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">MNJ</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mom's note: Please share with her how these poems touch you or effect you. She needs to know they are touching people. </div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746368527312900673.post-59124811634646372482009-04-09T11:10:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:43:08.507-07:00Pain<div align="left"> <span style="color:#000099;"> </span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>Pain</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Pain is what<br />I feel. I want<br />so much not to<br />cry and scream.<br />I want to just<br />cry on a strong<br />supportive shoulder<br />I want to curl up<br />in My Father's<br />lap and cry,cry,cry!<br />I can see and<br />hear demons.<br />I try to tell<br />others but<br />they tell me<br />"Oh, you are just<br />a litttle girl with<br />such a good imagination!"<br />"No little girl can see that!"<br />"I don't believe you!"<br />I want to scream<br />"But I can!<br />Really! I can!<br />I am not a little<br />girl with such<br />a good imagination!<br />I can really see and<br />hear them!"<br />But still they<br />don't be believe<br />me. More pain<br />shoots through<br />me. One after<br />another. I want to<br />scream "Cheater!Liar!Stealer!<br />Faker! Sneaker!"<br />Pain,pain,pain!<br />I feel like I am<br />carrying 500 tons<br />of pain on my shoulders.<br />I want to shake free!<br />I feel like a<br />trapped animal<br />yearning for<br />freedom.<br />I want to be like<br />the gracful,fearless<br />wild horse whom<br />stomps his enemies<br />under his great and<br />powerful hoofs<br />God hath given him.<br />Then races away like<br />the wind. I want<br />to be like the<br />graceful deer<br />whom gracefully<br />bounds away<br />from danger.<br />I see the<br />Prince of Darkness<br />I hear him....but....<br />he has NO control<br />over ME!<br />I also see<br />and hear the Prince<br />of Peace.<br />His voice is softer then<br />the babies skin.<br />Sweeter then honey.<br />But firm.<br />With Him I Am<br />the gracful, fearless </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>wild horse whom stomps</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em> his enemies under his</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em> great and powerful </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>hoofs and races<br />away,I am</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em> like the<br />graceful deer<br />whom gracefully<br />bounds away<br />from danger.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>I am Free!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Pain?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Ha!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Jesus?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Yeah!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>WHOOO HOOO!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Jesus WILL</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>conquer Death!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>I am....</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>....Free....Of....</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>....Pain!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>MNJ</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>Note: No more Pain! No more sickness of ANY kind! Just believe Jesus WILL heal you and cast those unwelcoming Demons OUT! Be Free! But you have to believe Jesus WILL heal you!</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em></em></span></strong> </div>Nolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13074244539593112354noreply@blogger.com1