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Step into the devils lair and he closes the door. Savior. Jesus. The only way.
Step into the devils lair and he closes the door. Savior. Jesus. The only way.
I read an usurp of the New York Times every day. I joined their email list to stay informed on current events. I haven’t watched the news in years. I think a part of me wants to remain ignorant rather than read of death and corruption, but that was a tiny part of my choice. In actuality, I stopped watching the news because I could no longer trust the information provided to be fair and exact, without being blemished by “big media” opinion. I subscribed to the Times believing a reputable newspaper wouldn’t influence its readers political or moral issues, but share the facts unbiasedly. According to the Society of Professional Journalists (SPJ), journalists strive toward exchanging information that is accurate, fair and thorough, to ensure that free press is guaranteed to protect our First Amendment. Then why do I feel violated? I feel violated when protecting the First Amendment means the media uses their rights to influence its readers’ minds. It is akin to brainwashing. I estimate this world is on a downward spiral, …
My mind conjures up the image of a young boy. He’s walking along Alameda Street in Las Angeles. Anxious, he looks right and then left as he heads to the local Corner Store for a bottle of Coke. The sound of a police siren nearby. At ten in the evening, he knows he shouldn’t be on the streets. Then he wonders – why? He makes good grades in school. His daddy works full time at M Plastics, and his mom cleans rooms at the nursing home. Why is he afraid? Inside the Corner Store, the clerk watches him. Trying his best to look cool, he struts to the back and pulls a Coke from the shelf. One hand clings to his saggy britches as he set the Coke on the counter and reaches for his wallet. The clerk’s eyes squint, ready for him to pull out a gun. He knows this cause he’s seen it too many times. He wants to scream, “I ain’t got no gun, man. I just wanna buy a coke,” but …
Family Vacation – Cedar Point My girls will soon be out of the house. Now, when I say soon -one is a senior and the other a junior (high school). Their about to turn seventeen. Ready to move on, at least in their eyes. They wonder how I will handle the empty nest syndrome. For a short span, I experienced being a motherless mother when my adult children graduated. I won’t deny the emptiness of those years. Especially, since I started over less than two years later. Yet, my husband and I had fun (We were younger then). I look forward to days without school demands, Teen PMS, the sleepless nights waiting for them to arrive home -safe and the mess -not only the girls but their boyfriends, friends and friends of friends. Ugh! Still, when I analyze the time we have left, the days to create more memories, and arms filled with daily hugs, plus the moments left to sit side-by-side sharing our lives I come face-to-face with reality. They will leave! This year, we are …
2017 Goals Publish Love Forgotten Finish New Religion Novel and Romance Novel, I’m working on Finish editing novel I just finished writing Get a job… Yes, I plan on going back to work. I know. My health isn’t that great but an opportunity has arisen, and I hope to step into a new role as our county’s CASA director. I’ve been a CASA for the neighboring county for several years now and carry a full load of cases, despite being a volunteer. When I began I talked with my county judge. He only used Guardian ad litem’s because if he paid them, he could yell if they didn’t get paperwork turned in on time. He hinted about how much he would pay a director, so I felt I could have talked him into this change, but I wasn’t ready to be a director. I was still learning. As far as that goes, I am still learning. In this job, I don’t believe I will ever stop learning. With this recent election, we’ve gotten a new …
Is Obama a genius or plain crazy? That is the question many people across the world are probably asking themselves about now. The more we accept the more we risk – the more we risk the greater the reward. Which of these scenarios will be at the fore front if a Muslim-American, Abid Riaz Qureshi, is appointed to serve the U.S. District Court? Jesus instructed us to love one another even as we fear -and we do fear the possibility of our country being dominated by Muslim rule. One of the best ways to overcome fear, is to bring two people together and discover how they are each alike. Our likenesses is the point we bond. Bonding with our neighbors, our countrymen, our brothers and sister in life across the world is the only way to build world peace. Yet, in doing, so we risk our way of life. What do I mean from that? We are a Christian nation -or at least, we were built with God as our leader and Christ as our savior. God …
I’m waiting… For what? Death. When? I don’t know! Am I a webtoon character where someone else gets to decide when I die, who I love, what I become? I try to remember the last time any decision I made for my own life came to fruition. As a young woman, I knew who I loved and what I wanted to be. Along my path, I’ve made choices to dare myself in facing the dangers of rejection, loneliness, and disappointment -believing if I tried hard enough I would one day be in control. Yet, here I sit without a single hope my dreams will come true. With each step, I get knocked back down. With each choice, I am forced to accept I am not in control. With each desire I am shown a trickle of satisfaction. With each change I make it only becomes a new way to fail. Why? Who are you who holds the pen to my creation? If your hand must intervene into my every drawing why do you give me barriers I can’t break through? Did you create …
My title is wise words from Allister Begg. I love him… He is such a great teacher of the Bible. I didn’t feel like going to church, and I don’t push myself when this happens. If I go for the wrong reason -God knows anyhow. There is no escaping him. Failure I have a habit of being lazy for fear of failure. I use this excuse to blow off my housework, my writing and my lawn. However, the older I get the more I want to complete things. It is this driving force that keeps me writing even when I’m not sure I have something to say. Is this age? Or, do I finally get it? Life isn’t about lazily sitting around hours watching TV, or searching YouTube. Life is about making an impact we can be proud of so the moment we die; we don’t feel it was wasted. If I don’t cook and clean -who will care for my family? If I don’t step up at church, will my church survive? If I don’t …
Share Your World – 2016 Week 31 What is your favorite part of the town/city you live in? And what country do you live in? I live in the United States. My favorite part of town is no longer what it once was. Years ago, I lived on top of Mt. Aire in French Lick, Indiana. The Taggert Mansion is located on top of this mountain. I would ride my horse out a section of trail that would lead to a spot overlooking far beyond our town. Many times I would rest there and just enjoy the beauty. Actually, my first novel (unpublished) has a scene in this very spot. When I dropped down over the hill, I once found a small building tucked into the woods. I later learned the monks who lived in this town would go there for solace and prayer. Now, that mountain is the Pete Dye Golf Course. It is still beautiful, but nothing like the stunning natural landscape of the days when I called it home. I’m not even sure …
http://abc7.com/1407528/ via @abc7 250 ISIS Militants Killed When I read these report’s I must celebrate our county’s victory. As I celebrate, I remember to bend my knees in prayer. Why? Lives have been lost. Each time any human dies, we have lost an earthly brother or a sister, maybe a child. This act should not be celebrated with great joy. If we lose sight of humanity -then we become less than human. First, let me tell you all, I am so very proud of our soldiers who fight each day for our freedom. Many of you already know that my father fought in both the Korean and Vietnam Wars. I was one of the lucky children, to have my daddy return to me. Each time our men and woman go out -their lives are risked. They do this for us. A sacrifice none should be asked to make. I celebrate them -and the continued freedom from all who would oppress us for greed, money, power, or even religion. I think about their personal sacrifice -not only of …