Streams of Consciousness & Thoughts~~~

[homwardbound]

It made sense in my head

Yep, and so you know what you said, and what you don't know is what everyone else heard, amazing isn't it
As Paul said he would rather speak five words in plain understanding to all the rest than a thousand of mumbo jumbo, that no one else hears in truth
So here they are "God just love you" can't get any plainer can we? oh and really all people, just not all have yet received this truth that sets them free to love in response, but when it does hit home to them, look out world, for the world does not understand one being content as while in troubles

 

[homwardbound]

I really hope and pray I haven't pulled a muscle or something is slightly out of place... my leg hurts to walk on it. It's been like that since Friday when I fell at church camp. The pain is like a 4 or 5, so it's not excruciating, but I can tell it's there and it's not the most pleasant to walk on. I'm gonna keep off of it for the most part. I'm gonna wait a week or two. If it doesn't get better or worsens within the next week or two...UGH as much as I hate the medical world, I'll consider going to like Urgent Care, since it'd be non-emergency.

Please please please pray this is no more than a situation where I just need to keep off my feet for a while or maybe even need to simply walk it off. Though it's probably not the latter.

sending God's healing properties to you to be healed, and that show, no matter what, and it is used to tell others of God, being content if heals or not. There is a reason behind all you know?
In everything bad, here on earth there is good to be found in it, and when find it or even seeking it out, the bad tha tis has no more control to frustrate you, you think?

 

[homwardbound]

You should just ask them why they are still married. You'll probably get to watch some people squirm on that one and turn about is totally fair play.

Do you know the difference in a new Dog and a new marriage after two years?

The dog is always happy to see you no matter what time you get home.

Can we all start to be like that dog and not judge upfront as to, what the other might be doing or have done?
If we could, all things get known in truth and we can leave or stay once it is proven and not just our emotion in the way that distorts truth you think? Which is what brings fights, for what a person thinks is truth to them and fighting back only puts water on the thoughts of the other and their truth that could be error sinks in and cements does it not?
Anyone need a Jack Hammer. To renew their minds as God sees and knows so we will see and know also, yet be harmless as the dove and let the other sink themselves as Jesus did, you think?

 

[homwardbound]

If you can actually walk on it, that's a good sign. I read once that leg/ankle/foot injuries actually take longer to heal for some reason, but of course its always best to get it checked out.

And in the mean time ask God to send the healing properties from your mind through the pituitary gland to Autonomic nervous system and be healed

 

[MissCris]

Don't be sorry, Miss Cris could use some competition

Bahaha I almost responded the same way!

I like when people share their personal struggles... Not just so I don't feel like I'm hogging the thread, but because if people open up more, more prayer and support and empathy can be offered. I ramble on about myself a lot, but I also read every single post in here, and often stop to pray for people and sometimes I'm even able to offer what little I've got to that person. I don't know if it helps...I just know that y'all are important to me and if you guys share more, it gives myself and others the opportunity to pray and offer advice or comfort as others have done for us.

That got more serious than I was planning.

Coffee!

 

[lil_christian]

Coffee!

Right with you there, MissCris. *hops off to make coffee*

 

[lil_christian]

Also....today is laundry day for me. I've barely been able to find clothes for a while now. You'd think I'd actually take the time to do it. But life...it's been so busy. But TODAY I shall. I actually have not done any laundry since I've moved. I mean, I've taken some things down so they can be washed and all, but I haven't really done any myself.

 

[homwardbound]

I do not get how people can like storms.

agreed, is not this earth all in all a storm?

 

[homwardbound]

shush woman.. you do not bore people ! I find you very interesting and funny and quirky.

All others that don't listen are missing out yeah?

 

[homwardbound]

I think right now I'm just working on being the best receiver of His love that I can be. Fear, apathy, confusion, powerless feelings, and condemnation are all signs to me that I need to rest in His love. So I've been doing that a lot lately.

We are the creation are we not? Responding makes the most sense to me, and for me I stopped trying to create
Love your post, makes sense to me

 

[homwardbound]

I can't sleep. Well, I did sleep, but now I've stopped.

...I just sat here staring at nothing for five minutes, and this weird thing happened in my head. I mean, weirder than normal weird, for me. I'm not sure how this is going to unfold...beware.

For all the lies that I believed
I wish that I could break your knees
And use you up like you used me.
I guess that I should probably
not be saying this.

But here's the thing, the whole raw deal-
I can't shut off the way I feel
and if you think that you can steal
one tick-tock more from my time wheel...
then You're the laughingstock.

I don't know, my head's a mess;
emotions, life, just stress I guess.
Oh hey, a cookie! But I digress.
I hated my strapless wedding dress
and every moment after.

I can't forget the cereal box,
the phone, the wallet, the dirty socks.
The things you threw hit hard as rocks.
I wanted to just change the locks.
I should have walked out then.

I'm not the girl you said I was!
I'll scratch your eyes out with my claws
for breaking vows, our wedding "laws".
Your touch hurt worse than rusty saws
amputating limbs.

I hate your words that crushed my heart;
I'm "fat", "no good", "not very smart".
I let you tear my soul apart.
Bleeding from your poison darts
Why'd I stay so long?

Guess I'm the joke here, I'm the clown
for letting you pull and push me down
for smiling when I wanted to drown.
This apartment's carpet's a nasty brown.
Gosh, I can't think straight.

I've not won yet, but oh! I've fought
to bring back the Me you caused to rot,
to remember the girl that I forgot.
You can keep the stupid van you bought,
I'll just slash your tires in the parking lot...
Ok, yeah, that's a lie.

But hey, guess what? I'm doing fine
despite this blasted uphill climb
to get my crazy back in line.
I'm slowly taking back what's mine-
You don't control me now.

I can't believe I've written this
crappy rhyming account of the abyss...
just a little more psycho to add to my list.
I don't mind if it's dismissed
as way, WAY TMI.
K thanx and bye?

Awesome Christen, Awesome, now you can be true, to who you are, and not be controlled by this world's matrix
So take what you have learned and don't fall into the cesspool of this world again. And as I see it if you might too
It is our unrealistic expectations for future events to be as we see they should be and turn out to not be. That we get set up for depression when it does not occur as we think it was suppose to according to our bringing up.
Reality sinks in and we get to react to it in one way or another. Emotions in the lead as we all get and have are to me the enemy as in john 10:10
The thief (emotions leading me) comes to steal. kill and destroy me, by my future expectations, they do this when it does not turn out how I think they should have, you think?
I thanking God realize now that I can't ever predict future events ever. So God is teaching you, me and all to just live day by day.
Okay to plan future, no problem to plan, the problem comes when we expect for the plan to turn out the way we planned, leaving no room for God to show us not to have unrealistic expectations that set us up for falls, anger, depression and guilt, as well as when they do go right pride and arrogance
I know what I am saying praying all that are reading are hearing,

 

[homwardbound]

I've been feeling spiritually distracted lately. I want to talk to God... but I just don't feel connected to him anymore.

Are you sure it is God that is not connected or your own thoughts dis connecting you?

Hebrews 13:5
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

 

[Roh_Chris]

Uhm, this came to me when I was going through a bad swing. I started writing down what came to my mind, and it turned out to be a prose. I call it 'They are back'.

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They are back for me. They are back for my happiness. They are back for my life. They are back for everything that I love and hold on to. And I am running. Running from their hands. Running from their sharpened spears which are drawn out - their tips and edges glistening in the evening light. I am running, holding on to my happiness and my life. I run hiding it in the rags that I wear and clutching to it so desperately.


I look back over my shoulder. They are closer. Their horses are faster than my poor legs. I can hear the hooves thundering in the ground, and the sound is drawing closer. My feet are wounded and they bleed. My feet tell the tale of the paths I have run through - scorching desert sand, thorny scrublands, slippery marshlands and stony grounds. The blisters in my feet have now opened up and they sting every time my feet hit the ground. I cannot let them catch me. I cannot let them pierce me with their sharp spears. I have to run. Their spears thirst for my blood. Their horses thirst for my happiness. They thirst for my life. I have to keep running. Be it day or night, summer or winter, rain or snow, there is no respite. I have to keep running.


I seem to have been here before. The memories are coming back. Like a reel playing in my head, I see the images flashing across my mind. Of a young boy running. Running as he is crying. There is no toy in his hand. He seems to be searching for someone as he is running. His little feet cannot run fast enough so he stumbles along. Bleeding feet, scraped knees, bruised elbows and tears streaming down his face - that is how he runs. The men on horses are behind him. Chasing him. Their war cries rend the air around him. He shrieks and screams, but there is noone to help him. He seems to cry out for his mother, but she is not there. They want him. They want his life. They want his happiness. They want his blood.


How could that little boy have escaped their hands? How could he have survived the chase? Where did he hide? Who helped him? Perhaps I must reflect on those questions on another day. For now, I have to keep running. They are back.

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[Kleia]

Try reading "Screwtape Letters" by CS Lewis, if you are ready to go deep and drown to self in seeing truth beyond measure

Hi, I'd like to know if there's any other books you can recommend that's similar to this one?

 

[Kleia]

Uhm, this came to me when I was going through a bad swing. I started writing down what came to my mind, and it turned out to be a prose. I call it 'They are back'.

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They are back for me. They are back for my happiness. They are back for my life. They are back for everything that I love and hold on to. And I am running. Running from their hands. Running from their sharpened spears which are drawn out - their tips and edges glistening in the evening light. I am running, holding on to my happiness and my life. I run hiding it in the rags that I wear and clutching to it so desperately.


I look back over my shoulder. They are closer. Their horses are faster than my poor legs. I can hear the hooves thundering in the ground, and the sound is drawing closer. My feet are wounded and they bleed. My feet tell the tale of the paths I have run through - scorching desert sand, thorny scrublands, slippery marshlands and stony grounds. The blisters in my feet have now opened up and they sting every time my feet hit the ground. I cannot let them catch me. I cannot let them pierce me with their sharp spears. I have to run. Their spears thirst for my blood. Their horses thirst for my happiness. They thirst for my life. I have to keep running. Be it day or night, summer or winter, rain or snow, there is no respite. I have to keep running.


I seem to have been here before. The memories are coming back. Like a reel playing in my head, I see the images flashing across my mind. Of a young boy running. Running as he is crying. There is no toy in his hand. He seems to be searching for someone as he is running. His little feet cannot run fast enough so he stumbles along. Bleeding feet, scraped knees, bruised elbows and tears streaming down his face - that is how he runs. The men on horses are behind him. Chasing him. Their war cries rend the air around him. He shrieks and screams, but there is noone to help him. He seems to cry out for his mother, but she is not there. They want him. They want his life. They want his happiness. They want his blood.


How could that little boy have escaped their hands? How could he have survived the chase? Where did he hide? Who helped him? Perhaps I must reflect on those questions on another day. For now, I have to keep running. They are back.

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Very nice. It invokes the image of a child fleeing from a village raid of some sort.

 

[secularhermit]

Hi, I'd like to know if there's any other books you can recommend that's similar to this one?

Hmm! just a thought: Did you poked on him?

Hope he reads this!

 

[Roh_Chris]

Very nice. It invokes the image of a child fleeing from a village raid of some sort.

Thank you... yes, I had that picture in my head when I was writing it. And the riders looked like the uruk-hai riding on black horses.

 

[Shouryu]

MULTI-REPLY! (A short one, though.)

ThePottersClay
MissCris
Didymos

"Why do I do the things I do not want to do, and don't do the things I should or want to do" To DO or NOT to DO, that is the question....

Paul answers you in Romans 7, which I immediately thought of when I read this.

"For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do. If then, I do what I will not to do, I agree with the law that it is good. But now, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. For I know that in me (that is, in my flash) nothing good dwells; for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find. For the good that I will to do, I do not do; but the evil I will not to do, that I practice. Now ifI do what I will not to do, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me."

Three room tent. The rules?
1. No bees allowed (my son's idea)
2. No passing gas (my rule)
3. BYO flashlight(my niece's demand)

Very similar to Greendale Community College's Blanketfort rules. "Welcome to Fluffytown. No smoking, no farting, no pillow fighting."

Because she can?

As Dr. Horner was once told by a colleague..."If your bible is falling apart...then you probably aren't."

(The irony of me quoting that is that I had to buy a brand new bible after spilling milk on my old one. It's going to take a few years to get this one re-highlighted and raggedy. :/ But at least it's printed in the exact same layout as my old one...which is INCREDIBLY important, I have to tell you.)

Speaking of doing that which I will not to do...I totally ditched a friend I was supposed to visit last night, so I need to go make it up to him now. Hang tight, Gym, I'll be there in a half hour.

There maybe a certain Cajun princess that's going to get home tomorrow night and find herself a mite disappointed if things keep up today. Or HUGELY disappointed. First Donkeyfish...now possibly Gracie. *smirks*

 

[CatHerder]

Things I learned and/or rediscovered this week:

*that though I have been labeled (by the ex and by myself - thank you Mr. Self-Condemnation) as someone who starts things and never finishes them, I have completed a buttload of errands/projects, both personal and work-related, both as a habit through the last few years, and at work, especially recently.

*that being able to say "not my circus, not my monkeys" with a situation at work is quite liberating. (thank you, Duchess!!!)

*that not having the "closure" that you expected, but just having someone validate that you were wronged can be way more healing than burning that bridge would have been.

*that mint sun tea is just...awesome.

 

[gypsygirl]

Things I learned and/or rediscovered this week:

*that though I have been labeled (by the ex and by myself - thank you Mr. Self-Condemnation) as someone who starts things and never finishes them, I have completed a buttload of errands/projects, both personal and work-related, both as a habit through the last few years, and at work, especially recently.

*that being able to say "not my circus, not my monkeys" with a situation at work is quite liberating. (thank you, Duchess!!!)

*that not having the "closure" that you expected, but just having someone validate that you were wronged can be way more healing than burning that bridge would have been.

*that mint sun tea is just...awesome.

what i learned (or was reminded of) this week:

+ sleeping in my own bed is SOOOOOOOO underrated

+ i don't like running on the sidewalks. ouchie.

+ hotel shampoo/conditioner makes my hair misbehave

+ i love people watching at the airport - sigh

+ that it's ok to abandon a dream and make new plans

+ vending machine peanuts make an acceptable dinner in a pinch

+ good friends are seriously the best