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Then I am correct
Why you think you correct that firstborn = babies?
Awake At Night
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask,
"Where have I gone wrong?"
Then a voice says to me,
"This is going to take more than one night."
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask,
"Where have I gone wrong?"
Then a voice says to me,
"This is going to take more than one night."
I am correct in saying 'baby killer'hallelujah
Only in a self-delusional and abysmally ignorance sense.
Towards The Light
Both garage doors were open when I got home. That was unusual.
As I walked through the garage I saw it. It was a small dark
bird flittering around the garage.
"So that's why they left the garage doors up," I thought.
Sure enough, there was a humming bird trapped in the garage.
Three hours later the sun was down and it was dark outside. The
bird was still flittering around the garage. I backed the cars
out, turned out the lights in the garage and turned on the
headlights.
The bird remained.
I searched on the internet on how to get birds out of a garage.
The advice was similar to what I had already done. The main
suggestion was to put a small light outside and turn out all of
the lights in the garage. So I tried that.
The bird still would not come out.
I knew the hummingbird had to be tired, hungry and dehydrated.
Food, water and rest awaited it outside but it just wouldn't go.
I got a broom and tried to chase it outside but it just flew
high into the ceiling. Once it even flew under the open doors
and I tried to force it out but it just flew from side to side
desperately trying to get back into the garage. The bird thought
I was trying to hurt it.
It was getting late and I was getting more tired than the bird.
Freedom and salvation was there, it just had to be realized.
Freedom and salvation was towards the light.
The force trying to push it into the light, safety and provision
was seen as a hostile force.
So like many, the bird died, exhausted, frustrated, lonely and
hungry.
The direction of freedom must first be realized.
Then it must be deliberately advanced toward.
It is towards the light.
Both garage doors were open when I got home. That was unusual.
As I walked through the garage I saw it. It was a small dark
bird flittering around the garage.
"So that's why they left the garage doors up," I thought.
Sure enough, there was a humming bird trapped in the garage.
Three hours later the sun was down and it was dark outside. The
bird was still flittering around the garage. I backed the cars
out, turned out the lights in the garage and turned on the
headlights.
The bird remained.
I searched on the internet on how to get birds out of a garage.
The advice was similar to what I had already done. The main
suggestion was to put a small light outside and turn out all of
the lights in the garage. So I tried that.
The bird still would not come out.
I knew the hummingbird had to be tired, hungry and dehydrated.
Food, water and rest awaited it outside but it just wouldn't go.
I got a broom and tried to chase it outside but it just flew
high into the ceiling. Once it even flew under the open doors
and I tried to force it out but it just flew from side to side
desperately trying to get back into the garage. The bird thought
I was trying to hurt it.
It was getting late and I was getting more tired than the bird.
Freedom and salvation was there, it just had to be realized.
Freedom and salvation was towards the light.
The force trying to push it into the light, safety and provision
was seen as a hostile force.
So like many, the bird died, exhausted, frustrated, lonely and
hungry.
The direction of freedom must first be realized.
Then it must be deliberately advanced toward.
It is towards the light.
" Praise for the Baby Killer! hallelujah
Praise for the imaginary friend, almost every of my posts has passed your acid test, thankyou for providing the free service
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My mother and sister were in town two weeks ago so, because he
has a large house, my younger brother's place is where we chose
to have the family gathering.
As we entered his development and drove past the nicely
manicured lawns, professionally-designed landscaping and plenty
of spectacular dwellings with huge curb appeal, I admonished
myself, "See, if only you had been more 'successful' like your
brother is, you and your family could be enjoying the benefits
of living in a neighborhood like this, too!"
I certainly wasn't envious of my brother, just disappointed in
myself for not having been able to better provide for my family.
Later that week, we also took my mother and sister to view each
of my daughters' new houses. While they are each wonderful,
first-time-homeowner houses, something strange happened. I found
myself longing for the spaciousness and comfort of my own home,
the same home I had only recently diminished in my eyes!
I further realized that after a few months of familiarity with
their elegant new home, even my brother and his wife may have
desired an even nicer dwelling in an even more upscale
community. As you had written,
The problem with wanting more is that it never stops, and most
find that even when they get "the stuff," it's not what they
thought in terms of real contentment.
How silly of me to be so concerned with something that really
doesn't matter! That thought was even punctuated by a comment my
sister then made later during her visit: "I really like your
house!" she said.
"Our brother's house just seems so . . . dark."
has a large house, my younger brother's place is where we chose
to have the family gathering.
As we entered his development and drove past the nicely
manicured lawns, professionally-designed landscaping and plenty
of spectacular dwellings with huge curb appeal, I admonished
myself, "See, if only you had been more 'successful' like your
brother is, you and your family could be enjoying the benefits
of living in a neighborhood like this, too!"
I certainly wasn't envious of my brother, just disappointed in
myself for not having been able to better provide for my family.
Later that week, we also took my mother and sister to view each
of my daughters' new houses. While they are each wonderful,
first-time-homeowner houses, something strange happened. I found
myself longing for the spaciousness and comfort of my own home,
the same home I had only recently diminished in my eyes!
I further realized that after a few months of familiarity with
their elegant new home, even my brother and his wife may have
desired an even nicer dwelling in an even more upscale
community. As you had written,
The problem with wanting more is that it never stops, and most
find that even when they get "the stuff," it's not what they
thought in terms of real contentment.
How silly of me to be so concerned with something that really
doesn't matter! That thought was even punctuated by a comment my
sister then made later during her visit: "I really like your
house!" she said.
"Our brother's house just seems so . . . dark."
Why are your clothes so red, as if you have been treading out grapes? "I have trodden the winepress alone; no one was there to help me. In my anger I have trampled my enemies as if they were grapes. In my fury I have trampled my foes. It is their blood that has stained my clothes. For the time has come for me to avenge my people, to ransom them from their oppressors. I looked, but no one came to help my people. I was amazed and appalled at what I saw. So I executed vengeance alone; unaided, I passed down judgment. I crushed the nations in my anger and made them stagger and fall to the ground." (Isaiah 63:2-6 NLT)
THE GUY THAT WENT AROIUND KILLING FIRST born is not god lah
he is a 3 million yrs old alien entity, from somewhere in the pleaides
bend on destroying first born of other peolple children
in those days there were a few aliens factions that could not get along
so 'the jealous god' will be against someone
if u dont like someone
u will be against him
he is a 3 million yrs old alien entity, from somewhere in the pleaides
bend on destroying first born of other peolple children
in those days there were a few aliens factions that could not get along
so 'the jealous god' will be against someone
if u dont like someone
u will be against him
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How you know that to be so? The aliens channeled the info to you? How you know those are not demons deceiving you? But then I doubt you really believe your alien cool story.
The Happiness Formula
Happiness equals Satisfaction divided by Desires.
So if we have enough food and clothing, let us be content.
(1 Tim 6:8 NLT)
Happiness equals Satisfaction divided by Desires.
So if we have enough food and clothing, let us be content.
(1 Tim 6:8 NLT)
Ah...the sheer folly of cut and paste Bible verses.
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