I've had some experiences that that definitely felt like God was speaking to me. A few of them have saved my life and that of a beloved pet.
That being said, I don't think that just because someone doesn't agree with you, does not make them satanic or satanic cheerleaders. People here are adults and they will believe as they will whether you like it or not. If they believe, great! If not, no big deal and one doesn't have to believe in what another does in order to be friends or to have a civil discussion.
"Live and let live" is a philosophy we could all apply in our lives.
Some people can seemingly suck the energy from other people, leaving the other people physically drained.They are called Psychic Vampires.Real negative sorts. Have unfortunately known a few of them. Thank heavens I got away from such toxic souls.
I highly doubt that a single look could kill animals.
Hey I've always been an outsider and prefer it that way. Each person's most deepest, complex thoughts cannot mirror one another's. If they do, they've got something going on that I'm just not going to get in on. Some people are like minded, some aren't. If someone feels like being a bully or likes making snarky comments, then they've got an inferiority complex. Folks, are folks, hon and sometimes we just have to roll with it and ask questions along the way.
A lot, yes, but keep in mind that it's been updated to today's times.I loved the original as a kid and love this new version too. It's all about keeping it in perspective.
Maybe this explains why the two think so differently. (Have no idea why they would label it in the obits section- too odd, but a very interesting read!Makes a lot of sense as well).
Which is why I don't hunt, fish, or smoke, hon. My idea of hunting is watching the wildlife at a safe distance and recording their behavior and reporting it to the local DNR. The very smell of fish makes me want cast up my accounts.
Thank you, and I did, for ten years. :wine :It had its heartbreak as well.Some animals we just couldn't save no matter the medicine or how good our healing hands were.It came and went in cycles. Now the circle has come 'round again and I'm back into ranching once more. It too is fulfilling- watching foal or a calf come into the world, watching them grow and thrive.
As a rancher, I understand conservation of species and have set aside some pasture as wildlife habitat. As a result, we have some red tail hawks nesting in the platforms we made and set up. Doves like to hide in the tall grasses and we've seen some deer grazing amongst the cattle. :)
I've never gotten the whole hunting thing, either. I don't fish, hunt or smoke. My idea of hunting is following the wildlife at a safe distance with a camera and recording their habits to report to the local Department of Natural Resources.
When I was growing up, my father and grandfather were out one day on the ranch checking fences and repairing them. They came upon a mother pronghorn and her newborn fawn. The mother had died and the baby was getting into a bad way fast. My grandfather collected as much of the mother's milk as he could into a canteen and the men carried the fawn home to us. Oh the oohing and awwwing. My siblings and I bottle fed the fawn and he thrived, growing into a very handsome young buck. My dad and grandfather neutered the young buck because he was being a little too playful with those little horns and they hurt. We loved our pet and think he loved us as well.
Time passed and "Buck" was an adult before we knew it. He'd graze with the cattle and horses and would come into the barn at night to sleep. One day, he was out in the front pasture and mom took us to school. By the time she got back, someone had come by and shot "Buck". Even though he was wearing a neon orange blanket. Luckily, the shot only grazed him and he recovered. We kept him in the back pastures after that. Years passed and he eventually passed away to old age at 10. He was buried in a pretty corner with his own headstone saying, "Buck, Beloved Pet". I still think of him very fondly.
My deepest condolences, trish. I lost a baby in the womb to a heinous crime that was committed against me. I was beaten and left for dead. I wasn't found for two days and the babe was lost in the doing of the crime. Karma eventually got the "man" and I use this term loosely. As a result of the crime, I've never been able to be a parent. May look into adoption at some point in time. But as a would-have-been mother,I have complete empathy for those who have lost a child.
Same here, no other tune would suit.And I want it played by a lone piper. I taught myself to play the chanter and it's always the first song I start off and end with.
My sentiments, like yours cannot be published, but they will be kept very close to my heart.
Great pic, Pat!
The veterans here are selling poppies and I bought one this morning while taking my neighbor's son to school. I have it in a little vase on my desk as of this writing.
I'm not fond of what was done in the Baghdad Museum. A big no no in my book. As far as I know, pieces are being returned back.How some can make so many look bad.
I think the intent to free the Iraqi people was the original intent, somewhere, something didn't go right. Wish I knew where.
I wish I had answers for you, hon. I really do. Right now, I just don't.
I remember that scene. I think of the sacrifice my grandfather made in WWII and my grandmother's cousin who went down on the USS Arizona when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. My grandfather is in his 90's now and had contracted malaria while serving in the Pacific Theater. He still has bouts of it from time to time. I suffered a stroke while serving during the first Gulf War. I'd give anything to go back to serve with my fellow soldiers.
I do my best to always be polite to others. However there does come a point in time when someone may be being unreasonable and unwilling to hear the truth about themself or about a situation and it is then that brutal honesty comes into the picture.
I had to do this with a former friend whose husband has done some pretty bad things(and she went along with those bad things, plus I caught them in several lies as well) and I confronted her with it since she doesn't like to look at reality. It was very painful, but it had to be done. I can only pray that reality has hit and that she has come to regret her actions. If not, what was done was done and I've moved onto better things and happier friends.
Thought you'd like the link, hon and maybe you can give your parents, sister or someone special that hint for Christmas. :) There were a couple of items on that site that I'd love to have.
I'm an ordained, non-denominational minister. My husband is Lutheran and I was raised Catholic. Since my husband was never going to convert to Catholicism and I wasn't going to convert to Lutheranism, we made a compromise. We attended a Methodist church which is much more laid back.
We had to make a compromise which has worked very well and each respects the others beliefs. Before I met and married my husband, I had been engaged to a man who was a Southern Baptist. He considered me a heathen because I was Catholic. He did everything in his power to convert me to his faith and I fought him tooth and nail. He simply could not accept me for the way that I am. It eventually led to our permanent parting of the ways and for the better, in my humble opinion. Two months later, I met and married my husband. It didn't take the Southern Baptist fellow long to realize that he had let a good thing slip right through his fingers and he has tried for years to win me back. They will be selling snow cones in Hell before I'd even consider taking another look at him. Besides that, I love my husband far too much to ever consider leaving him for an abusive sort.
To be a couple, it takes compromise, acceptance, a whole lot of love and even work to make it viable. If someone can't accept you as you are and tries to force you to attend church, then that isn't love. It's about control. And a sick control at that.
You're questioning whether to be in a relationship with this woman or not, go with your first instinct- when in doubt- DON'T.You'll be better off in the long run.
RE: Did God ever tell you to do something?
I've had some experiences that that definitely felt like God was speaking to me. A few of them have saved my life and that of a beloved pet.That being said, I don't think that just because someone doesn't agree with you, does not make them satanic or satanic cheerleaders. People here are adults and they will believe as they will whether you like it or not. If they believe, great! If not, no big deal and one doesn't have to believe in what another does in order to be friends or to have a civil discussion.
"Live and let live" is a philosophy we could all apply in our lives.