Syncretism

Syncretism as I understand; like serving God and money. Here's another bend on it. I am called to pray for a nameless, faceless young girl. Her life taken by a friend of my youngest daughter. I hear my daughter's words. They are words of the Spirit within her. She says; "he was so sad", "it is so sad". I hear the forgiving Spirit within her, not all would hear it, and definitely not understand it . I pray for that young girl's family. I pray for all the young girl's out there who find themselves so desperate to accept a beating from those of which they desire love. And so Syncretism- Seek the Kingdom of God first... We cannot serve both God and man, money, self..... it will lead to sin and death. Please dear Lord, protect my daughter's and all the daughter's of this world. Bring them to you. Send your Helper. In Jesus's name I pray.

I do not forget Steve. I've seen miracles before- If it be your will- force his cry for You- he is yours also.

Fire Flies and 7 Seconds

What do Fire Flies and seven seconds have in common you ask? Well, on average they light up every seven seconds. How do I know that you ask? I did not "google" it; I counted!!! Maybe I'm losing my mind. I do love nature. I watched Michael Jackson's This is It the other night and fell in love again. I always knew we lost a great humanitarian, and one who loves nature also. I wanted to go looking for all my MJ Cd's. Where did they all go any way. Me and MJ spent many hours together. Happy, sad, tragic, drunken with alcohol and drunk with spirituality. I didn't realize how I missed him. Did I ever tell you that I think I saw him right here in Brick Pathmark? I still think it was him. For whatever reason, I've always felt he was going to "be at my door" one day!!! It came to my the other night- I will see him again- he will be "at my door" one day. My Heavenly door. God's ways are not our ways, God's time is not our time, or place, or ...... If he never does come "to my door", I've still gained a beautiful insight.

Split Personalities

I just don't understand all of myself all of the time. This morning I felt so creative. I read another's blog (Pleated ....) Wow, can't remember!!! I was so inspired to work on the "blog". Somehow I made a new blog, I think. Ha Ha. But when I returned to this old blog- I have a "link" or something , don't know how that happened and read one of my posts that I actually forgot I posted and still loved it!!!! HA HA HA HA. Oh well, if any one following, please give advise on how to do this thing!!!! Can I really make $$$ with a blog? Have like a store? Oh the things we learn when we LEARN2LISTEN.

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just wanted to touch base*@>--;-- I'm still here.

Designer Spotlight: Tracey Rapisardi - Photos - CoastalLiving.com

Designer Spotlight: Tracey Rapisardi - Photos - CoastalLiving.com

Empathy

Not to be morose. It's when your child, no matter the age, experiences heartbreak that you recall your own past heartbreaks and you can empathize. You know how she feels. You let her know, even if by texting. Then the words are there forever in some cyber-place even when deleted. Then, as if by magic, something natural, like a long awaited flower blooming- does bloom. It welcomes you as if to say- it's going to be alright. My gardenia bloomed on Easter morning while I was working. I brought it to work to keep out of harms way. And it said with it's bloom- everything is going to be alright. And so it is with her- and her amarylis. Like rebirth. Like the Beatitudes- Blessed are those who are poor in spirit, for they shall inherit God's Kingdom. Thank you Lord Jesus, for gardenias, for amarylis, for being poor in spirit!