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Our Birthday Members from
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May God Bless you all
With His very Best Gifts!
I love you all!



HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Most Precious Lord Jesus,
Gentle & Wonderful God,
Truly Awesome & Ever
Present Holy Spirit,
Precious Lord Jesus,
I Love You,Thank You.
Thank You For my life.
Thank You For my abilities
and disabilities.
Thank You For my days of
victory & the lessons of my defeats.
Thank You For making me
imperfect so I Can
Become Perfect In You
Thank You For Giving me
a heart that breaks
So You Can Mend it.
Thank You For Giving me
powerlessness So
I Can Find Your Power.
Thank You For Giving me
pain So I May Find Comfort In You.
Thank You For Giving
me Strength To Obey.
Thank You For Giving me Life.
May all that I do, say, think
& feel Be In Your Will.
All these things I Humbly Pray
In The Name Of my Most
Blessed Lord Jesus Christ,
My Mighty God
And my Ever Present Holy
Spirit Upon Whom I Can Rely.

Amen

I push the food around my plate...the food looks beautiful on the plate but everything has that cabbagey stink to me. He looks at me and makes sure the waiters take my plate away quietly. Every few minutes he takes my hand under the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

The meal is finishing thank goodness I am desperate to go to the ladies room. A small group of musicians begin to play...it sounds like Marley's, Don't worry be happy. In the ladies room a pink and fragrant girl with a gentle smile says Hi. She tells me it is great to meet me at last as all he has ever spoken about for months is you. She tells me her name and I offer her my hand to shake, instead she hugs me which brings tears to my eyes that I suck back quickly. She takes my arm and says, 'come on these guys will be holding up the bar.'
My new friend guides me to a table near the bar with a large group already sat around it. I am deposited in a chair in the middle of the group. I search the room for him and he is stood at the bar mouthing to me, 'what would you like to drink?' I mouth back suprise me! Dancing in the Moonlight is now playing as he brings over the trays of drinks with another guy. I stand to let him in to sit down and he encircles my waist with his arm and he pirouttes and spins me around, deposits me in my chair, kisses the tip of my nose and disappears with his buddy in crime. I see them go over to the group of musicians and begin to chat. I neck down half my drink and my new friend starts giving me the third degree in a very friendly, genuine fashion.
He appears at myside and then drags me to the edge of the dance floor and deposits me in a seat as does all the other guys with their female partners.
They strip of their jackets, roll up their sleeves, produce their shades and what looks like imaginary air guitars and the song, Don't stop me now begins to play...It becomes clear this is something that they have done many times in the last months to keep themselves amused and semi sane. I am laughing so much the tears are pouring down my face, as are all the other females.

I have not laughed so much in twenty years. A waiter appears and gives each female a glass with bubble gum pink liquid in and informs me it is called a Jesus Christ Superstar. I look at my new friend and we clink the sticky pink glasses. I take a sip and gag. 'Jesus Christ,' I say and she laughs. Here like this she says and downs it in one. I follow her lead and down the hideous, disgusting gloop. The guys launch into a Blues Brothers routine. The applause at the end is enough to wake the entire continent.
My new friend next to me anounces, 'Girls,' what those guys can
do we can do one better.' She turns to me and says, 'I hate to break it to you but you are in on it to.' I cringe and mutter, 'I don't think so,' and grab a glass of the pink gloop and down it in one. He appears by my side and picks me up in his arms, whispers in my ear indulge me and deposits me on the table beside the other females. The pink stuff is now reaching the desired spot. He is watching me with suave interest. Okay no point being a wallflower, you want fiesty...I will show you fiesty. We have a quick chat amongst us gals and tell the musicians what we want them to play. I am supported on both sides by the other females....We launch into Gimme, Gimme, Gimme a man after midnight. Everyone is looking on, cheering and clapping which encourages us all to act up even more. I catch his eye and see he is watching me totally enraptured and clapping appreciatively. This place I decide is fun and in an over-the-top, flirtatious fashion we launch into Blondies, One way or another.
Later on in the evening as we dance to Van Morrison's, Brown Eyed Girl..he asks me how I am feeling and I answer honestly, 'I feel lit up from the inside when I am with you. He looks at me with that look that burns down to my very soul, wraps his fingers around mine, draws me into his arms....I am home.

'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips' impassioned touch -
'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whispered o'er my burning brow,
'Oh, do you doubt I love you now?'
Sweet soul! I did not.

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I pressed it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till - oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly erred,
And yet, who did not

When you are lonely..i wish you love..
When you are down..I wish you joy..
When things get complicated...
I wish you faith...
When things look empty..
I wish you hope...

State the obvious I didn't get my perfect fantasy. I realize you love yourself, more then you could ever love me. Theres no time for tears, Im just sitting here planning my revenge. Theres nothing stopping me from telling everyone what you have done, because after all you just messed with the wrong one. And if you come back around, saying sorry to me, I will show you just how sorry you will be. Your a heartbreak who is really bad at lying, so watch me strike a match on all my wasted time, As far as Im concerned your just another picture to BURN....BURN, BURN,BABY, BURN !!!!!!!
And to ALL of his other Victim's, May God Bless You and give you comfort, peace, and real TRUE LOVE. And remember God was watching over ALL of us, This man could be a child molester, or a serial killer. It was by the grace of God that we ALL found out at the sametime. And remember Ladies KARMA, KARMA, KARMA.

I need a good word,I need a hug,i need a good conversation,but u choose to go,well is more easy and not so much pain,I hope u feel good because me ,i feel sad and i need a hug.::

Uh, Uh! I feel like shit. My lips are stuck to the pillow and my tongue to the roof of my mouth.I have never felt so bad. I painfully lift my head of the pillow it hurts like hell. I look around I am alone thank God.
I get up and go to the bathroom where I look in the mirror and nearly scream in fright...the person staring back at me is not me but someone from the Adams Family with a ghostly pale face and black and red rimmed eyes.
Something draws my eyes away from the mirror. There is the full length, pale gold dress hanging on the closet door.
I need to not look like something discovered in a peat bog a zillion years ago.
After a litre of water and a few nurofens and having brushed my teeth so hard my gums have begun to bleed, it is now or never!
I enter the store and I am about to do something I would normally never do. I walk up to the assistant who's skin is literally the colour of orange Kia-ora...she reminds me of someone I have seen before but I am not sure where. She smells of coffee, fags and Eau de Skunk. I tell her tonight I want to look like a fair maiden, I want to float in, in a heavenly, feminine haze and make sure I have stolen his heart. Well at least not look like a dog. I see her resist the urge to sni**er.
'You have skin type two,' Kia-ora says...'Okay,' I say happy with her diagnosis.
As Kia-ora tries to make me look semi human she asks me is this for a special occasion....I whisper yes!
Kia has at last finished and says, you are gonna knock him dead. Then she asks me do you always wear your hair this short....It would just finish it off if you had long hair....then you would definitely be the fair maiden. I blink back silent tears. Kia-ora launches in to we have special offers and starts banging on about would you like to buy the anti shine, anti UV, anti-shite flange cream? I pay Kia-ora and leave thanking her.

I am dressed in the floor length, pale gold creation...it's folds do not cling to my body as they use to...it exposes to much. I stare in the mirror, Oh well, here goes. I drag the bristles of the brush one last time through my short hair, it hurts my scalp.

Reluctantly I walk into the next room. I gasp he is stood there looking so dashing and handsome. I need to pinch myself. He says, 'you look beautiful.' I stick out my tongue and pull a face. He replies, 'you have no idea how beautiful you are.' The soft, loving eyes search my anxious face. He slips my arm in his, turns to look at me and says, 'you will be just fine.'

Never say you are happy when u are sad.Never say you are fine when u are not ok.Never say you feel good when you feel bad.And never say you are alone ,when i'm still here.

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer