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Not Knowing What Lies Ahead
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Jul 10, 2009 11:45 pm
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Scars
Some years ago,
on a hot summer day
in South Florida ,
a little boy decided to go
for a swim in the old swimming
hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into
the cool water,
he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks,
and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water,
not realizing that as he swam
toward the middle of the lake,
an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father, working in the yard,
saw the two as they got closer and closer together.
In utter fear,
he ran toward the water,
yelling to his son as loudly
as he could.
Hearing his voice,
the little boy became alarmed
and made a U-turn
to swim to his father.
It was too late.
Just as he reached his father,
the alligator reached him.
From the dock,
the father grabbed his little
boy by the arms
just as the alligator snatched his legs.
That began an incredible
tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father,
but the father was much
too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by,
heard his screams,
raced from his truck,
took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks
in the hospital,
the little boy survived.
His legs were extremely scarred
by the vicious attack
of the animal.
And on his arms, were deep scratches
where his father's fingernails
dug into his flesh in his effort
to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter,
who interviewed the boy
after the trauma,
asked if he would
show him his scars.
The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride,
he said to the reporter,
'But look at my arms.
I have great scars
on my arms, too.
I have them because
my Dad wouldn't let go.'
You and I can identify
with that little boy.
We have scars, too.
No, not from an alligator,
but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars
are unsightly and have
caused us deep regret.
But, some wounds,
my friend,
are because God has refused
to let go.
In the midst of your struggle, God's been there
holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that
God loves you.
You are a child of God..
God wants to protect you
and provide for you in every way.
But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations,
not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life
is filled with peril -
and we forget
that the enemy is waiting
to attack...
That's when the tug-of-war begins
- and if you have
the scars of God's love
on your arms,
be very, very grateful.
God did not and will not ever let you go.
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Thank You for Being My Friend
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Jul 9, 2009 10:10 pm
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Gently you enter my thoughts
Like a breeze in my mind
That cools and calms me.
Gently to comfort my sorrow
Like a stream flowing
Swishing away my daily woes.
You came into my life
Like a feather falling freely from the sky
A gift from a bird just passing by,
You are the gentle gift of the feather
My feather friend
Thank you for being there again and again.
Copyright © 2009
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Why Women Over 40 Are Better!!
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Jul 9, 2009 4:54 am
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60 Minutes Correspondent Andy Rooney (CBS)
As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting.
Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
Andy Rooney is a really smart guy!
"A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey...
But a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong."
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Second Divorce Wedding Cake LOL
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Jul 8, 2009 5:35 am
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The last cake I posted was funny but this cake is too much. Unfortunately, I bet many can relate with this especially the tent. LOL I hope you are all having a great day today!
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Divorce Wedding Cake
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Jul 7, 2009 4:14 am
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I received an email from one of my best friends this morning and laughed so hard I cried over this. I just had to share this with my friends here. LOL
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Small Pleasures in Life Do Add Up
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Jul 5, 2009 1:55 pm
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The first time I tied my shoes on my own.
Feeling the wind in my hair.
Finding out it was me that got the job promotion.
Receiving a gift I had my eye on for my birthday.
Surviving the white water rapids of the Snake River without a scratch.
Waking up late for work, only to realize it was Saturday.
Coming home to a surprise party with most of my friends there.
Remembering the last embrace my mother gave me.
Sitting in a meadow just listening to the sounds of nature.
The first ride on my bicycle without my dad holding on to the back my bike.
The peaceful sound of nothing in the sky while I soared over Palm Springs.
Hearing my son cry for the first time.
The excitement of catching my first fish.
Cooking dinner and someone else did the dishes.
Finding an old love letter I forgot about.
A friend calling me, just to hear me laugh.
Watching my son take his first steps.
Owning my first car.
Camping at Yellowstone, with the clearest starry night one has ever seen.
Flying an antique Steerman biplane in the front seat.
My son sharing his life’s accomplishments to me.
Gazing out from the mountaintop to see the canvas of autumn colours.
Hearing from a friend because they missed me.
Being first in line, for once.
Receiving flowers for no reason.
Hearing, “I love you” from someone that I love.
What are some of the small pleasures in your life?
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Echoes of My Heart
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Jul 4, 2009 12:02 pm
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Sometimes still
Those empty thoughts
Ricochet in my head;
Like a bullet.
It can wipe out your dreams.
Empty echoes come back
And dreams fade away.
So, I stand again and gaze at the stars tonight
Smiling.
Feeling the river of love for myself
Silencing the empty echoes of my heart.
Copyright © 2009
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Let Me Go
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Jun 27, 2009 2:06 pm
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Let me float out to sea
Ride the tide
Lift my anchor
Release me!
You have no idea, do you?
Where did the days go
when I felt my feet on firm ground
Not so far below?
Now tears fill my sky
I'm getting all wet
Let the tide take me
Just trying to forget.
Copyright © 2009
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When Love is Not Enough
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Jun 25, 2009 7:25 pm
Mood: Tearful,
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It is the simple things I miss
The strands of your hair flowing through my fingers
I can still hear the sound of your voice comforting me
Or the echoes of laughter only we shared.
It is only you that is holding my shattering heart
But love is not enough.
Seagulls singing overhead as we walk on the beach
Holding hands as we race away with waves
We climbed to the mountain tops together
We were on top of the world!
Only you have been to my secret color canyon.
With the warmth of your skin against mine
I can still smell you near me
Why? Why, I ask you?
Why is love not enough?
Copyright © 2009
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