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Philosophy of Hope: Me
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Monday, February 25, 2008. TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey. Right Handed or Left Handed:. Irish, Scottish, American Indian and a little bit German. The Shoes You Wore Today:. Too many to list. Water, heights, etc. Sausage, onions, tomatoes, green peppers. Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:. Move out of Louisiana. Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:. Thoughts First Waking Up:. Why is it morning already? Your Best Physical Feature:. In the p...
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Philosophy of Hope: June 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Thursday, June 28, 2007. To watch the video. Song: Feel The Nails. They tell me Jesus died. That he paid that price a long, long time ago. When he gave his life for me. On a hill called Calvary. But there's something else I want to know. Does he still feel the nails. Every time I fail. Can he hear the crowd cry "Crucify" again. Am I causing him pain. Then I know I've got to change. I just can't bear the thought of hurting him. But each time he forgives. That happen...
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Philosophy of Hope: Mid Week Epistole
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Tuesday, February 19, 2008. TUNES IN THE CHURCH. Are you one of the people who cannot carry a tune in the proverbial bucket? Many times I hear people say those words when asked if they would sing in the choir or during church. Well, I have good news for you. 8221; but “do you have a song? Do you know the difference between the two songs? Or to you, are they the same? Labels: Mid Week Epistole. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Quick Lets...
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Philosophy of Hope: May 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Monday, May 21, 2007. We need someone like Fred Thompson for President of the United States. You can read and listen to his commentary at abc radio. It is called the Fred Thompson Report. I have little doubt he will be the next President of the United States. Strength for Daily Living by Rev Jim Massey. Strength for Daily Living. Have you ever had things go wrong in your life? I could, Lord. You'd listen. But it wouldn't change things. It would diminish me. Better ...
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Philosophy of Hope: Choices -Mid Week Epistole
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. Choices -Mid Week Epistole. Many times in my life I have been confronted with choices. Not just the daily ones of where to go or what to eat or what to wear, but difficult choices. Ones that require me to stop and evaluate everything that I am and have dreams of becoming in the future. It is at times like this that I am reminded of a poem by Horatius Bonar. Choose Thou For Me. Thy way, not mine, O Lord,. However dark it be! This has been ...
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Philosophy of Hope: August 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Wednesday, August 29, 2007. Love Me If You Can. Sometimes I think that war is necessary. Every night I pray for peace on Earth. I hand out my dollars to the homeless. But believe that every able soul should work. My father gave me my shotgun that I'll hand down to my son, try to teach him everything it means. I'm a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like. Ask him he would say. A professor st...
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Philosophy of Hope: Ghost of the past
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Ghost of the past. I have decided I like Ghost from the past. It is nice to hear from old friends and reminders of what life once was. Ahhh Auggie.Sunspot, whatever, remember the days? There were a group of us Northern Ireland people online then too, cheeky and sarcastic, Blake, hobbit, Wren (laReine) and me, Wendy. Wasn't it fun? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. To View My myspace Information.Click.
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Philosophy of Hope: July 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Friday, July 27, 2007. I look in the mirror. And yet, .do not see my own reflection. My image of me is one of the past. I see before someone i do not know. Yet fear all the while. She is my mother in so many ways. That it makes me weep. And i float away on my own tears. Back to a land of memories. Of old and young and good and bad. I see myself then and imagine myself now. A grown up me still.searching for that lost childhood. The mirror image tells me she is me.
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Philosophy of Hope: February 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Lent is the season to prepare.a time to ready ourselves for the Holy week.the time for Easter. Yesterday, My children and I were talking about lent and easter on the way to school.and my 7 year old son said Mama, "why do we call it Good Friday if that is the day they killed Jesus? I have been thinking about this song too the last few days. There are some images from passion in this.and it is graphic to some degree). Walking On the Road.
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Philosophy of Hope: March 2007
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Rantings, babble and personal thoughts. Wednesday, March 28, 2007. Young boy had a fiery temper and it often caused him to do and say unkind things. One day, after an argument had sent one of his friends home in tears, his father told him that for each thoughtless, mean thing he would do from now on, he would drive a nail into their gatepost. Every time he did a kindness or good deed, a nail would be removed. At last the wished-for day arrived - only one more nail! Will you look deeply at the scars of yo...
