The piece above (I said God I hurt...) after Satan's Doom was posted at the site of the Oklahoma City bombing.

Before going any further you must watch this video...... OMG!!! I ROFLingMAO totally. I would feel exactly like this father does. OMG!!!

Baby's birth "My sentiments exactly" youtube

I think I related to the above video as my second husband complained for years after my son was born that I almost broke his hand by squeezing..... hummmmmmm, and our son only weighed in at 10 lbs. 3 ozs. and I had him naturally without any drugs.


"My people are destroyed for a lack of knowledge."

FAMILY is one of nature's greatest masterpieces. -George Santayana

Pregnant Robot Trains Students youtube

God Bless The Animals
EXCERPT:
Why Pray For Animals?

The power of prayer is the strongest power in the Universe. It is a mystical power that is difficult to explain but has been overwhelmingly proven to work.

Throughout history those who study prayer have discovered that when we send our blessing to a person or an animal, we help to increase the positive energy and decrease the negative energy within the person or animal that is receiving our prayer.

"God, Bless the Animals..."


Satan's Doom
EXCERPT:
Satan is our false accuser, our adversary, and our arch-enemy.
It will be a wonderful day when he is totally defeated
and cast into the lake of fire.

By Ken Raggio

Revelation 20:10

And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.

Do you believe that there is real devil named Satan or Lucifer?

Researcher George Barna posed that question to a survey group and found that only 40% of Americans (2 out of 5) believe that Satan is a living being.

In his book, "What Americans Believe," he revealed that 69% of Catholics, and 65% of mainline Protestant church-goers believe the notion of Satan is only symbolic of evil. Those statistics are now over ten years old. Can anyone argue that since that time, the general consensus is treacherously drifting further and further from the Biblical truth of the matter?

There is little surprise in the statistics regarding America's disbelief in the devil.

Only 27% of Americans believe that the God of the Bible is different from the gods of Islam or Buddhism. That fact reveals a sickening ignorance, not only of God and the Devil, but also of the knowledge of the Word of God.

It is, however, evidence of the accuracy of Hosea 4:6, "My people are destroyed for a lack of knowledge."

Every day since the beginning
Posted by admin in Story
I know God is for real. How do I know? I just do. Call it blind, call it faith, call it ridiculous. I just know. As a young girl with a home filled with violence I had times when I heard God call my voice. One day I was washing dishes in the kitchen at the age of 5. I was supposed to be focused and getting my chores done. Instead I heard God say “dance”. So I danced. I twirled in circles and danced for my heavenly father. Now some might say that I was delusional as a child and full of stories. But I was not crazy. I heard my God speak. I continued to hear him speak.
One day as I sat under a bed thinking my mom had been killed by my step father, I heard Jesus tell me to look up at the window. I looked up and saw the most beautiful flowers. I then closed my eyes and pretended to be dancing among those flowers instead of hiding. Coping skills you might call it. I call it a gift from God to be able to close my eyes and see the beauty of Gods creation and celebrate in that creation. Later in life I had a dream where I was supposed to go to a park and share Gods love. So I did. I found more people needing to hear about Gods love that day.

I then heard God tell me that I would have twins. Sure enough I did. Even when the Doctors told me there was only one. I knew God spoke to me. I just knew it. One day when the girls were babies and we had over $800,000 in medical bills, I heard God say “march around your house like Joshua.” So I did. I then went to my mail box and received $15000 in checks that we were not expecting. That could only be God.

I still remember the day that I was five dancing in the kitchen. I imagined my God dancing with me. I know he delights in me and wants to dance with me daily. He is my comfort during the many storms. He is my provider when it seems bleak. He is my Father whom I go to when I need advice, shelter, love and peace. How do I know God is real? I just do.

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I found the following story while thinking of God and what he must be thinking of what's going on with his animals in the gulf.

Even though the story doesn't seem to have much to do with the title, I found my self relating to it when I read the summary. I remember thinking when my mom was bed-bound that something was horribly wrong and my love wasn't enuff to bring her out of her depression.

I also was reminded of when my husband's brother was murdered that my husband went away from me and never came back even though he was still physically with me.

God of Animals
With the sure hand of a seasoned writer, Aryn Kyle has crafted a brilliant debut with her novel, The God of Animals. Alice Winston, living on the family horse ranch, a marginal enterprise in Desert Valley, Colorado, is a 12-year-old girl with more than she can handle and no one to help her cope. Polly, a classmate of hers, drowned in the nearby canal and was carried out by Alice's father, Joe, a member of the volunteer posse. Her older sister, 16-year-old Nona, eloped with a rodeo cowboy. Her mother never leaves her bedroom, a case of clinical depression. "My mother had spent nearly my whole life in her bedroom... Nona said that one day, while I was still a baby, our mother had handed me to her, said she was tired, and gone upstairs to rest. She never came back down."
Joe has little time for Alice, other than counting on her to muck out the stalls and be polite to the paying customers. He doesn't even notice that she has outgrown her clothes. What Kyle does with this scenario is never predictable or clichéd. She writes beautifully of landscapes, interior and exterior, ravaged by extremes: the hottest summer in years, followed by a deluge; a lonely, isolated girl reaching out to a teacher, Mr. Delmar, equally alienated.

Alice starts telling lies, weaving bits and pieces of other people's lives into the tales she tells the teacher. What we eventually find out about her family is more poignant and tragic than anything she can make up. Horse lore is a large part of what explains each of the people in the novel: separating mares from their foals, the way a stud is treated, breaking a horse, ordinary everyday contact. This bond is explored in depth and each person: Alice, Nona, Joe, Joe's father, Alice's mother, is affected by this closeness in a different, unique way, revelatory of each individual's character. Much more than a coming-of-age tale, Kyle told a story of compromises and dreams that will never come true. --Valerie Ryan