perfectins out, except for Jesus of course. :)

"But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute."

-William Shakespeare

Roflol!!:D :D :D

I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.

"And ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's"

1 Corinthians 3:23

Remember...

‎"So let us not become tired of doing good; for if we do not give up, the time will come when we will reap the harvest."

Galatians 6:9

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I love this verse because it helps when you are feeling like you should just give up because no one really notices what your doing anyway, of course thats not the reason you should do things to begin with. :)

"Too sensitive"

"Too sensitive," a term I hear a lot, heres what I think about it, "Too sensitive" means many things, for one, that you are touching a subject that someone does not want to discuss, or is uncomfortable with, or sometimes, it means that you are being too sensitive but it's because you are aware of something that everyone else doesn't know,

or because it is about something that is close to you and others don't know it, or because someone doesn't want to start a argument, but the real truth of it is, theres no such thing as "Too sensitive," only that sometimes, people do not chose to share all the information they have at the time and so because of the misunderstanding they are labeled as "Too sensitive" and because of this some people don't ever really get to know whats really going on, because if they were to know about what was all going on before assuming that then the problem wouldn't exist, but unfortunately most people just don't get the chance, or care to in some situations,

so they call you "Too sensitive" you retract taking all the unknown information with you, no one understands what happened and because you are no longer in the mood to discuss what is going on it is also assumed that they are correct, and now you won't defend it, you'll let it set there till either you let it go and forget, until the next time, and sometimes, you stand up and say why you feel the way you do the first time, sometimes people say 'ok,' and they really get it, and sometimes to them it just proves what they had been saying, so really it depends on how much trust they have in you and how well you know them that would allow them to hear and understand the first time,

also, not just assuming things helps, after all most of the time you never really know whats going on until someone finds the bravery to tell you, and they never will if all they will get is a slap on the back, "Just rub some dirt in it and it will be fine." things like that create voids, and if left they will grow wider, and it will get harder and harder to reach that person without a bridge.

leave the Judging to God...

My sis found this and I found it vary interesting so I thought I would share, please think about your answer before you decide you may be surprised.

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Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the answer for this one.
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Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three leading candidates.

Candidate A -
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.

Candidate B -
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C -
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be your choice? Decide first, no peeking, then scroll down for the answer.

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Candidate B is Winston Churchill.

Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, the answer to the abortion question: If you said yes, you just killed Beethoven.

Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.

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-unknown author

Dear kid's (Chapter Three)

Dear kid's

by: Jean Mason

Chapter three

The next day I was walking in the yard watering the plants that looked thirsty sence it was 87 degrees outside that day I heard the phone ring inside before I even shut the hose off it went off and I assumed that Frank had picked it up, I had assumed right since just after he rushed out of the house and asked me if I would be ok with watching the kids for a "couple of hours" I laughed SO hard at that I nearly squirted myself with the hose, "I am their mother, I'm not dead yet" he had been smiling but after that he frowned and told me "still a little too soon for jokes like that."

I knew he would never be ready for "jokes like that" he was still having some problems with the thought of me dyeing I tried to smile but he looked so sad, so I hugged him and he said he would see me later, then left, I wondered why he was leaving but when I opened my mouth to ask he was pulling out of the yard so I slowly forgot, and then I went inside to find out what my children were doing,

Well as I walked in the door I saw Brigit sleeping in her high chair, I chuckled a little inside, but went over and moved her to her little pink bed, and walked out to clean the mess that was left from lunch,

when I got back into the kitchen I saw Mark and hope racing out of the kitchen, so of course I ran after them, I did try calling out but they didn't turn back so I kept going, of course they were much faster then me but I was able to catch hope to turn her around and see a two handfuls of bread that she was carrying, her face was so shocked that I nearly laughed, and yet I knew I had to keep a straight face, at least to ask her why she and her brother had not answered me, so I bit my lip then said sternly,

"what are you doing with this?" she stared at me a moment and then told me that it was a 'secret' I stared at her for a second "you may not keep secrets from your father or me, you know that, now what is the bread for?" she shigd as if she were vary saddened by the fact that I forgot that rule, then she finaly spoke up, "Me, Luke and Mark found a cat outside on the road and we were going to feed it because we wanted to keep it for a pet." I stared blankly at her and then spoke, "A ca-at? I mean how did you even get it back here?" she smiled and said "Well we carried it most the way but when we got into the yard we just hid it inside Luke's hat and then we put it in the back shed with the yard tools and-" I didn't really want to hear much more I got the picture, so I told her to take me out to her brothers and as I walked into the front yard saw it, a tabby cat with a black spot that went from the top of it's head all the way to it's tale... I guess you could call it a "racing stripe" that what my children did, from then on it's name was racer witch I didn't think was a proper name for a cat but we feel in love with him he was sweet and would sit on the back deck in the mornings holding a dead rat, as if he was supposed to get some kind of a prize,

Anyway, when I came back in Ella was writing a letter most likely to one of her friends in ohio I did wish that she could hang out with them more but she never complained about it, after all she was the oldest, I heard brigit crying so I walked back into her room to find her on her belly awake and screaming after changing and feeding her she settled down to simply "cooing" while I held her, when I heard the front down swing open and I tried my best to get there quickly to find out what was going on, my husband Frank was carrying in two suitcases and then in came my father...

I didn't know what to say I couldn't even think all I could think about was that he had hung up on me and I just assumed that meant he wanted nothing to do with me, before I could say anything he rushed forward and hugged me, I burst into tears and all I could get out of my sobs was "How could I have been so stupid?- I'm so sorry-" he cut me off "it's OK, you didn't know" I didn't know what that meant but it made me feel better, and I was ok with that,

later he told me that he was moving down to make sure we were all right, that he 'Already lost one person to this he wasn't going to lose another' I felt that I should have told him to stop, stop looking for experimental cures, that this was my time and he had to let go of me, but there was no point he said he would never forgive himself if I died and he hadn't done, everything he could for me, then he would have failed as a father I tried to talk him out of it, but in the end Frank ended up joining him researching going to hospitals, they tried not to put to much stress on me thankfully because Frank knew how little I wanted them to fight this, sure, I wanted to be there for my kids, but God givin me a hand and I wasn't going to fight what I had coming to me for a while, I prayed about it sure, I even prayed for him to take it away, or why did it have to be me, my family, but in the end it's what God wants and if that is what he wanted I wasn't going to spend my last hours in a wheelchair with air toobs up my noes waiting for someone to feed me some really gross apple sauce, I was going to be home, with my family, saying goodbye to my loved ones,

It was five more months before they finally stoped looking for a "fix" I had already stopped trying so it didn't really even matter, after that I signed a pice of paper that told them that if I went into a comma or could only be alive on life suport that they were to "pull the plug" because I was already dead and my body didn't need all of that for me to move on, I didn't tell frank or anyone else for that matter it was strictly something I needed to do without anyone telling me what they would do, because it didn't matter, they weren't here,

after about a year of being able to move about without interruption I lost an ability that I had crawled for three years to achieve, I could no longer walk, bed ridden for what was left of my life.

Roflol!!! The voices!!!

Having voices in your head is normal, listening to them, common, arguing, acceptable, however, it's when you lose the argument, that you're in trouble.-unknown author

I heard this and it sounded so funny I HAD to post it