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Monday Big-time Over-timeJuly 28, 2008

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One of the greatest gifts we can give people is the hope that their death is nothing to fear--you know, not that it has no fear in it, but the promise of scripture is that God will lead us through the valley of the shadow of death.

Oh passing angel, speed me with a song, A melody of heaven to reach my heart And rouse me to the race and make me strong.

THE ANGEL OF ETERNAL LOVE. AS I LET LOVE IN, IT STAYS IN MY SOUL FOREVER. THIS ANGEL HELPS ME ONLY RELEASE THE FEAR THAT LOVE IS LIMITED BUT ALSO REMINDS ME THAT LOVE IS FOREVER AND ENCOURAGES ME TO STAY OPEN TO GOD, THE SOURCE OF THIS LOVE.

Intimacy means that we're safe enough to reveal the truth about ourselves in all its creative chaos. If a space is created in which two people are totally free to reveal their walls, then those walls, in time, will come down.

From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven, and when two souls that are designed to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together and a single, brighter light goes forth from their united being.

It has been a fairly busy day with several loads of hay coming in. Tom called and said he would be in tomorrow morning. Michelle came by but she did not have much to say. I had an email from Mary Ellen and it is the usual with her. She is going to Vegas on a family vacation and trying to get a job in criminal justice. MM sent a note that Mikey had called and sang “You Are My Sunshine “ to her yesterday. So far I have had no word. I tried watching the movie “Teeth” but sort of gave up on it and went back to the book I am reading. I watched Chop Shop and it was a good story about this street orphan in Queens that was trying to make a living for him and his sister. I had to stay late because of the fucking peas. Of course, that stupid Michelle thought it was load of hay so they took the keys home to the control room and the SOB showed up at six oclock. I got home after seven. Not a very good show. I have tried to call Mikey and his phone is still not charged up and nobody talks to me. I am beginning to get pissed off at the whole outfit. What the fuck they think the whole damned world circles around them. Fuck ‘em.
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