Here is a link to my 46th Birthday Video. It's is only a mere fraction of all the photos we took but it will give you a good idea of the kind of couple of days I had. If you are reading this then you are someone I wish had been with me to celebrate this occassion with.
I look back on all those years and can't help but feel humble and grateful. Nobody makes it through all these years all by themselves and with their sanity still intact, unless they have the the love, prayers, encouragement and faith from their God and their friends. Thanks for being there for me through these many the years. I hope I can return the favor (even partially) someday.
Sincerely, Laura-Lee Rahn (Born May 7th, 1966)
http://youtu.be/t0G_JLjAoxk
Laura-Lee Was Here
May 21, 2012
May 02, 2012
Choices by Laura-Lee
"God chooses our Families;
We choose our Friends;
Our Enemies choose themselves."
by Laura-Lee
DISCLAIMER: What Does TRUTH Sound Like?
(DISCLAIMER: Pontius Pilot looked into the face of Jesus and asked, “What is truth?” He was staring Truth in the face but didn’t recognize that’s what Jesus is.
This is a story I have written. Some of it is true, some of it is not. Can you tell the difference? Do you know the truth when you see it? Are you willing to work for it and wait for it? To settle for nothing less than the whole truth? To seek the truth with all your heart in order to find it?
Then read on. But pay close attention, because the truth isn’t always where and what it seems. Or whom it seems. And very often, life is stranger than fiction.)
The first entry to my “Disclaimer” series was a long one because I was trying to set the stage and give a general idea of what has been happening to me and my friend during this past year. (go and read the first Disclaimer Blog now , if you haven’t already. “Disclaimer": Down but not Out”).
I have stated that we are on a search for truth (never an easy task) but I also warned you that I would be mixing fact and fiction and it was up to you to decide where the truth lies. (I’m a professional writer and I can’t help but take you on a bit of a journey to get to the Truth at the end of the line).
I’ve spent the past week or so thinking about how to proceed next. This past year has been so harsh that I don’t have enough distance to make sense out of it and I also don’t want to re-live it again and again by writing about it all the time. It’s like having someone you love die. While the grief is fresh, it’s all you think about, then when you get a little distance you don’t want to talk or even think about it. But hopefully, later, a person can look at things and see both the good and bad that came from it.
So when I turned on my computer and came to my main blog I saw there were several comments pending and waiting for me to accept or reject them. I’ve generally had a policy that if someone is not cursing or slandering a specific person I will publish what they’ve written just as it is. Reading the comments in response to my “Disclaimer: Down but not Out” entry gave me an idea how to continue. I have published them just as they are and then replied to their comments.
I have stated that several of my closest family members did not help in any way during this, my darkest time. However, I have a HUGE family and purposely did not identify anyone specifically. Yet, certain people recognized themselves and proceeded to write the nastiest and most critical responses I’ve had to anything I’ve ever written in my entire life. Interesting. Why do they think I wrote all about them when I said so many different things?
And while you read the different peoples comments ask yourself these questions: “ If I knew these people or they were my family members, would I ask them for help when I am desperate? Would I expose my vulnerabilities to them? Would I put myself in a position to owe them money? Would being with them make me feel safe, loved and supported? Would they help me to be better or would they rip me down?
Let me give you another warning. Just as truth is not always obvious, sometimes it is also fleeting. Visible for a moment and then hidden again. A week ago in my town we had hardly received any rain at all. The grass, bushes and trees were brown, grey and dry. It was quite ugly to look at really. But just one week and a couple of large rainfalls later and you would hardly recognize it as the same place. It was green, fresh and full of oxygen. Just as something can so quickly come to life, it can disappear just as quickly. Can the truth also be that way? Does it stay forever green or will it vanish? Is a person who lies all the time like subjecting the truth to a drought?
I’d also like to bring your attention to the comments in another way. I noticed that some people took me to mean something that I never actually said. I re-read my original entry over and over but just couldn’t figure out why they were making some of the comments.
In high school I had a teacher that would tell us whenever she handed out a test, “ Take the time to read the questions twice. Make sure you know what they are saying and what they are asking for.” Apparently a lot of people read something but don’t actually READ it and she (the teacher) would see kids get answers wrong simply because they thought the question was asking for something that it wasn’t.
Once I wrote an editorial to a Christian newspaper about a Christian radio station and asked why they were playing songs like, “Baby, Baby” (from Amy Grant) which doesn’t mention God at all, but they wouldn’t play songs by someone like Elvis, who actually recorded a bunch of gospel songs. The paper got several responses to my editorial but the majority kept saying I thought things I didn’t actually think. One person wrote and asked me why I was against Rock n Roll. I loved Rock n Roll. Another person thought I was an old “geezer” for being against drums in a church service when I actually loved drums in church. Another person asked me why I hated Amy Grant when I actually owned the album that had the song, “Baby, Baby” on it. There were 9 responses and I most accurately remember the one guy who totally disagreed with me. BUT, even though he disagreed, he actually got and understood what I had written. He had a logical reason why they shouldn’t play Elvis. I didn’t agree with him but I thought, “out of 9 people, only one person actually KNEW what I was saying.”
So here’s a piece of my great and massive wisdom: “We will not get one step closer to the truth until we are willing to invest the time to listen and understand each other, because I suspect that finding the truth is a joint effort.” (at least it would be more fun to have it that way)
This is a story I have written. Some of it is true, some of it is not. Can you tell the difference? Do you know the truth when you see it? Are you willing to work for it and wait for it? To settle for nothing less than the whole truth? To seek the truth with all your heart in order to find it?
Then read on. But pay close attention, because the truth isn’t always where and what it seems. Or whom it seems. And very often, life is stranger than fiction.)
The first entry to my “Disclaimer” series was a long one because I was trying to set the stage and give a general idea of what has been happening to me and my friend during this past year. (go and read the first Disclaimer Blog now , if you haven’t already. “Disclaimer": Down but not Out”).
I have stated that we are on a search for truth (never an easy task) but I also warned you that I would be mixing fact and fiction and it was up to you to decide where the truth lies. (I’m a professional writer and I can’t help but take you on a bit of a journey to get to the Truth at the end of the line).
I’ve spent the past week or so thinking about how to proceed next. This past year has been so harsh that I don’t have enough distance to make sense out of it and I also don’t want to re-live it again and again by writing about it all the time. It’s like having someone you love die. While the grief is fresh, it’s all you think about, then when you get a little distance you don’t want to talk or even think about it. But hopefully, later, a person can look at things and see both the good and bad that came from it.
So when I turned on my computer and came to my main blog I saw there were several comments pending and waiting for me to accept or reject them. I’ve generally had a policy that if someone is not cursing or slandering a specific person I will publish what they’ve written just as it is. Reading the comments in response to my “Disclaimer: Down but not Out” entry gave me an idea how to continue. I have published them just as they are and then replied to their comments.
I have stated that several of my closest family members did not help in any way during this, my darkest time. However, I have a HUGE family and purposely did not identify anyone specifically. Yet, certain people recognized themselves and proceeded to write the nastiest and most critical responses I’ve had to anything I’ve ever written in my entire life. Interesting. Why do they think I wrote all about them when I said so many different things?
And while you read the different peoples comments ask yourself these questions: “ If I knew these people or they were my family members, would I ask them for help when I am desperate? Would I expose my vulnerabilities to them? Would I put myself in a position to owe them money? Would being with them make me feel safe, loved and supported? Would they help me to be better or would they rip me down?
Let me give you another warning. Just as truth is not always obvious, sometimes it is also fleeting. Visible for a moment and then hidden again. A week ago in my town we had hardly received any rain at all. The grass, bushes and trees were brown, grey and dry. It was quite ugly to look at really. But just one week and a couple of large rainfalls later and you would hardly recognize it as the same place. It was green, fresh and full of oxygen. Just as something can so quickly come to life, it can disappear just as quickly. Can the truth also be that way? Does it stay forever green or will it vanish? Is a person who lies all the time like subjecting the truth to a drought?
I’d also like to bring your attention to the comments in another way. I noticed that some people took me to mean something that I never actually said. I re-read my original entry over and over but just couldn’t figure out why they were making some of the comments.
In high school I had a teacher that would tell us whenever she handed out a test, “ Take the time to read the questions twice. Make sure you know what they are saying and what they are asking for.” Apparently a lot of people read something but don’t actually READ it and she (the teacher) would see kids get answers wrong simply because they thought the question was asking for something that it wasn’t.
Once I wrote an editorial to a Christian newspaper about a Christian radio station and asked why they were playing songs like, “Baby, Baby” (from Amy Grant) which doesn’t mention God at all, but they wouldn’t play songs by someone like Elvis, who actually recorded a bunch of gospel songs. The paper got several responses to my editorial but the majority kept saying I thought things I didn’t actually think. One person wrote and asked me why I was against Rock n Roll. I loved Rock n Roll. Another person thought I was an old “geezer” for being against drums in a church service when I actually loved drums in church. Another person asked me why I hated Amy Grant when I actually owned the album that had the song, “Baby, Baby” on it. There were 9 responses and I most accurately remember the one guy who totally disagreed with me. BUT, even though he disagreed, he actually got and understood what I had written. He had a logical reason why they shouldn’t play Elvis. I didn’t agree with him but I thought, “out of 9 people, only one person actually KNEW what I was saying.”
So here’s a piece of my great and massive wisdom: “We will not get one step closer to the truth until we are willing to invest the time to listen and understand each other, because I suspect that finding the truth is a joint effort.” (at least it would be more fun to have it that way)
April 20, 2012
Disclaimer: DOWN but not OUT
(DISCLAIMER: Pontius Pilot looked into the face of Jesus and asked, “What is truth?” He was staring Truth in the face but didn’t recognize that’s what Jesus is.
This is a story I have written. Some of it is true, some of it is not. Can you tell the difference? Do you know the truth when you see it? Are you willing to work for it and wait for it? To settle for nothing less than the whole truth? To seek the truth with all your heart in order to find it?
Then read on. But pay close attention, because the truth isn’t always where and what it seems. Or whom it seems. And very often, life is stranger than fiction.)
This last year has been the biggest year of my life. I will NEVER forget it. If I had to describe it in two words they would be: Nightmarish & Surreal.
I won’t go into it all now. It took me a year to live it, it may take me even longer to write about it. Probably I will spend the remainder of my life on Earth trying to process exactly what happened.
It started in February when I returned home after a stay with my friend to discover that the ceilings in the kitchen and bathroom of my basement suite had caved in and they were now sporting water falls. When I flipped on the light it exploded while I stood in a puddle of water. If I had still been in my winter boots with the rubber soles I probably would be dead now. But I’m still here, so read on.
My landlady told me to “live with it” and that she would repair it “sometime in the Spring” and that it was merely “cosmetic”. I gave notice and in the next 5 days tried to give away as many of my belongings as I could then move what little I had left into storage. More than 44 years of living boiled down into 6 medium boxes and 2 pieces of furniture. They weren’t even my favourite belongings. Due to the time restraint, ceiling waterfall, lack of money and my neighbours (with my consent) taking whatever they could grab, I was left with a Hodge-Podge of things I had collected but very little of what I actually needed. I did, however, get a momentary thrill at freaking people out by just letting them walk into my home and take whatever they wanted. No restrictions and not one penny changing hands. They certainly will spend a very long time with the belief that “Christians are different.”
A few minutes after giving in my keys, I fell down a flight of stairs and uttered the word, “Ambulance” before falling unconscious. I awoke to the ministrations of 5 firemen, before the ambulance drivers showed up. I had hit myself 3 times on the back of my head, 4 times on my face, twice on my legs, popped my left knee cap out of joint, twisted my back and dislocated my right shoulder.
April & May was spent in bed. Then I had to re-learn how to walk (now I must do it with the aid of a quad-cane). Which is not a bad trade off. I may be 45 and crippled, but after that fall, I shouldn’t be here at all! But I am, so read on.
I spent the next months bouncing around without a home while trying to recover. But during the Summer, my friend's legs became hugely swollen and she developed huge running sores. She spent hours cleaning and bandaging them while on antibiotics, but to no avail. The doctor tossed out words like gangrene and amputation.
I noticed that summer that every time I stayed with my friend I would get a high fever. It frustrated me because I would go to her place to help her run errands, do shopping, and a bit of cooking and cleaning. But instead, this “freaky fever” ( as we began to call it) would lay me back in bed in a delirium and pile of sweat only to be robbed of the few ounces of strength I still possessed. Making me not very helpful.
THEN , on the fateful day of September 21, , I discovered a leak under her sink. We both inspected and found there were actually 2 leaks. One was only present when the taps were on and ran clear water, the other was a brown goo that oozed down the wall behind the kitchen sink. Now, outside the apartment in the hallway the same brown drip has been running off and on for more than 13 years but with no big consequence, so we figured that the brown drip had finally worked it’s way into her apartment.
So, with my friend's huge legs with the weeping sores and me with my temperature of 102, we packed a couple suitcases and left her apartment building at just before midnight on September 21 to go to a hotel for a few days (we thought), pausing to slip a work requisition under the office door of the building’s manager to inform him of the repairs needed.
That was the last time she ever saw her apartment and it’s contents. We have both been homeless since then. Moving from place to place, while the building manager and his boss refused to fix the leaks or even admit to the leaks or the surrounding problems they were causing by being left unattended. After Christmas came and went we were still homeless and at the end of our rope in every respect: emotionally, mentally, physically, financially and (I’m sad to say after 34 years of Christianity) spiritually.
The struggle with the building managers dragged on. They issued threats to her, she tried to compromise and back and forth it went like some kind of dreadful tennis game.
A strange substance was growing in very bizarre places and on several surfaces in her apartment. The building managers demanded my friend pay every cent of rent but we wanted someone official (like a Health Inspector) to say that her home was safe. Yet this yellowish, neon substance was continuing to grow and glow on several surfaces.
The first leak connected to the tap had been repaired, but the brown oozing leak was ignored and left to continue. We returned to the apartment every week to check the circumstances and watched as her home and belongings were destroyed week by week by neglect, fumes and this strange substance glowing and yellowish.
As our situation and our bodies continued to decline, for whatever reason our closest family members just stopped communicating with us. And there's still been “no questions asked”. As of the writing of this, they have no idea where we are or how we are. And have not even tried to find out. They don’t know and obviously don’t want to know. They could have contacted us by cell phone and email at anytime during the many many weeks.
However, my great-Aunt who is in her 80’s, refused to abandon us. She could not get to us physically, herself ailing, but her encouragement, guidance and humour through her constant letters kept us afloat. There is something about that older generation that understands what loyalty, perseverance and sacrifice really mean. Besides that, all three of us began to read the Bible and pray every day together, even though separated by several hundred miles. We actually became united in faith, prayer, love, sacrifice and determination.
We have experienced great hardship, great pain, sicknesses from Lupus to Jaundice and so much unending stress, anxiety and fear that people would constantly ask us, “How do you keep going?” Or stating, “I’d have been insane a long time ago if I were in your shoes.”
How does one answer those questions? Or reply to those comments? Even if I had the vocabulary and talent to phrase it, it would mean nothing except to others who have seen the “bottom of the pit.” How do I express what it’s like to wake up each day bone weary and with no hope for the future? Believing that the remainder of your days will bring only greater hardship and sorrow? That happiness is a thing you once knew but would never see again? How you kick yourself for not appreciating simple things like a home or a family while you had them because you know they are gone forever? What it feels like to watch your loved ones consider you a liability and would rather live completely without you than to risk that you might ask them for something? To hear someone who has an intimate knowledge of betrayal, sickness andd heartache say, “I would have rather died and not heard the things I did in these past months and not have known the world was this bad” ?
Yet I need to find more words. How do I describe the wonder in experiencing more grace, strength and miracles than most humans see in 10 lifetimes because we discovered Jesus waiting for us there, in the bottom of that pit? We learned the deepest of mysteries: that it is only in the darkest places that you can see the smallest light. Small, white, penetrating and fearfully powerful. It’s like looking at a small star, almost unperceivable in our night sky, but once you know it’s character close up and comprehend that it is in fact a neighbouring sun, you can understand the magnitude of it’s power and light. This same star that would be completely invisible to us during the daylight would be ignored, but in the darkness we can begin to understand because we see it clearly for the first time. But I’ll come back to the metaphors later.
We have been abandoned by our closest family members, by friends, our church, our government and so … here we are.
The people who did those things thought they were doing it to a couple of aging, poor cripples. Both of whom barely have the strength to get out of bed most days. But they are wrong. We gave our lives over to Jesus years ago and Jesus said that “whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done it to me.”
(Read parable of “The Sheep & the Goats” found in Matthew 25:31-46)
I also put forth for your consideration a promise that God made to us, “I will contend with those who contend with you …” (Isaiah 49:25
And since we are definitely the "least of these" they didn’t do it to us alone. They did it to Jesus. And as much as Jesus is merciful, he is also righteous, holy and just. Just. Justice. That’s what we desire most. To know that some how, in some way people will be made to account for their actions (or inactions). But it is not up to us to do it.
“…leave room for God’s wrath , for it is written ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay’, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19)
And I don’t doubt for a minute that he will do just what he says. So we are going to strap ourselves to the Lord and hang on. Edmund Burke said, “all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing” . But that is not going to happen here. We are neither down nor out. We are just … regrouping.
“ They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground; they will lick the dust at your feet.
Then you will know that I am the LORD; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.” Isaiah 49:23
This is a story I have written. Some of it is true, some of it is not. Can you tell the difference? Do you know the truth when you see it? Are you willing to work for it and wait for it? To settle for nothing less than the whole truth? To seek the truth with all your heart in order to find it?
Then read on. But pay close attention, because the truth isn’t always where and what it seems. Or whom it seems. And very often, life is stranger than fiction.)
This last year has been the biggest year of my life. I will NEVER forget it. If I had to describe it in two words they would be: Nightmarish & Surreal.
I won’t go into it all now. It took me a year to live it, it may take me even longer to write about it. Probably I will spend the remainder of my life on Earth trying to process exactly what happened.
It started in February when I returned home after a stay with my friend to discover that the ceilings in the kitchen and bathroom of my basement suite had caved in and they were now sporting water falls. When I flipped on the light it exploded while I stood in a puddle of water. If I had still been in my winter boots with the rubber soles I probably would be dead now. But I’m still here, so read on.
My landlady told me to “live with it” and that she would repair it “sometime in the Spring” and that it was merely “cosmetic”. I gave notice and in the next 5 days tried to give away as many of my belongings as I could then move what little I had left into storage. More than 44 years of living boiled down into 6 medium boxes and 2 pieces of furniture. They weren’t even my favourite belongings. Due to the time restraint, ceiling waterfall, lack of money and my neighbours (with my consent) taking whatever they could grab, I was left with a Hodge-Podge of things I had collected but very little of what I actually needed. I did, however, get a momentary thrill at freaking people out by just letting them walk into my home and take whatever they wanted. No restrictions and not one penny changing hands. They certainly will spend a very long time with the belief that “Christians are different.”
A few minutes after giving in my keys, I fell down a flight of stairs and uttered the word, “Ambulance” before falling unconscious. I awoke to the ministrations of 5 firemen, before the ambulance drivers showed up. I had hit myself 3 times on the back of my head, 4 times on my face, twice on my legs, popped my left knee cap out of joint, twisted my back and dislocated my right shoulder.
April & May was spent in bed. Then I had to re-learn how to walk (now I must do it with the aid of a quad-cane). Which is not a bad trade off. I may be 45 and crippled, but after that fall, I shouldn’t be here at all! But I am, so read on.
I spent the next months bouncing around without a home while trying to recover. But during the Summer, my friend's legs became hugely swollen and she developed huge running sores. She spent hours cleaning and bandaging them while on antibiotics, but to no avail. The doctor tossed out words like gangrene and amputation.
I noticed that summer that every time I stayed with my friend I would get a high fever. It frustrated me because I would go to her place to help her run errands, do shopping, and a bit of cooking and cleaning. But instead, this “freaky fever” ( as we began to call it) would lay me back in bed in a delirium and pile of sweat only to be robbed of the few ounces of strength I still possessed. Making me not very helpful.
THEN , on the fateful day of September 21, , I discovered a leak under her sink. We both inspected and found there were actually 2 leaks. One was only present when the taps were on and ran clear water, the other was a brown goo that oozed down the wall behind the kitchen sink. Now, outside the apartment in the hallway the same brown drip has been running off and on for more than 13 years but with no big consequence, so we figured that the brown drip had finally worked it’s way into her apartment.
So, with my friend's huge legs with the weeping sores and me with my temperature of 102, we packed a couple suitcases and left her apartment building at just before midnight on September 21 to go to a hotel for a few days (we thought), pausing to slip a work requisition under the office door of the building’s manager to inform him of the repairs needed.
That was the last time she ever saw her apartment and it’s contents. We have both been homeless since then. Moving from place to place, while the building manager and his boss refused to fix the leaks or even admit to the leaks or the surrounding problems they were causing by being left unattended. After Christmas came and went we were still homeless and at the end of our rope in every respect: emotionally, mentally, physically, financially and (I’m sad to say after 34 years of Christianity) spiritually.
The struggle with the building managers dragged on. They issued threats to her, she tried to compromise and back and forth it went like some kind of dreadful tennis game.
A strange substance was growing in very bizarre places and on several surfaces in her apartment. The building managers demanded my friend pay every cent of rent but we wanted someone official (like a Health Inspector) to say that her home was safe. Yet this yellowish, neon substance was continuing to grow and glow on several surfaces.
The first leak connected to the tap had been repaired, but the brown oozing leak was ignored and left to continue. We returned to the apartment every week to check the circumstances and watched as her home and belongings were destroyed week by week by neglect, fumes and this strange substance glowing and yellowish.
As our situation and our bodies continued to decline, for whatever reason our closest family members just stopped communicating with us. And there's still been “no questions asked”. As of the writing of this, they have no idea where we are or how we are. And have not even tried to find out. They don’t know and obviously don’t want to know. They could have contacted us by cell phone and email at anytime during the many many weeks.
However, my great-Aunt who is in her 80’s, refused to abandon us. She could not get to us physically, herself ailing, but her encouragement, guidance and humour through her constant letters kept us afloat. There is something about that older generation that understands what loyalty, perseverance and sacrifice really mean. Besides that, all three of us began to read the Bible and pray every day together, even though separated by several hundred miles. We actually became united in faith, prayer, love, sacrifice and determination.
We have experienced great hardship, great pain, sicknesses from Lupus to Jaundice and so much unending stress, anxiety and fear that people would constantly ask us, “How do you keep going?” Or stating, “I’d have been insane a long time ago if I were in your shoes.”
How does one answer those questions? Or reply to those comments? Even if I had the vocabulary and talent to phrase it, it would mean nothing except to others who have seen the “bottom of the pit.” How do I express what it’s like to wake up each day bone weary and with no hope for the future? Believing that the remainder of your days will bring only greater hardship and sorrow? That happiness is a thing you once knew but would never see again? How you kick yourself for not appreciating simple things like a home or a family while you had them because you know they are gone forever? What it feels like to watch your loved ones consider you a liability and would rather live completely without you than to risk that you might ask them for something? To hear someone who has an intimate knowledge of betrayal, sickness andd heartache say, “I would have rather died and not heard the things I did in these past months and not have known the world was this bad” ?
Yet I need to find more words. How do I describe the wonder in experiencing more grace, strength and miracles than most humans see in 10 lifetimes because we discovered Jesus waiting for us there, in the bottom of that pit? We learned the deepest of mysteries: that it is only in the darkest places that you can see the smallest light. Small, white, penetrating and fearfully powerful. It’s like looking at a small star, almost unperceivable in our night sky, but once you know it’s character close up and comprehend that it is in fact a neighbouring sun, you can understand the magnitude of it’s power and light. This same star that would be completely invisible to us during the daylight would be ignored, but in the darkness we can begin to understand because we see it clearly for the first time. But I’ll come back to the metaphors later.
We have been abandoned by our closest family members, by friends, our church, our government and so … here we are.
The people who did those things thought they were doing it to a couple of aging, poor cripples. Both of whom barely have the strength to get out of bed most days. But they are wrong. We gave our lives over to Jesus years ago and Jesus said that “whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done it to me.”
(Read parable of “The Sheep & the Goats” found in Matthew 25:31-46)
I also put forth for your consideration a promise that God made to us, “I will contend with those who contend with you …” (Isaiah 49:25
And since we are definitely the "least of these" they didn’t do it to us alone. They did it to Jesus. And as much as Jesus is merciful, he is also righteous, holy and just. Just. Justice. That’s what we desire most. To know that some how, in some way people will be made to account for their actions (or inactions). But it is not up to us to do it.
“…leave room for God’s wrath , for it is written ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay’, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19)
And I don’t doubt for a minute that he will do just what he says. So we are going to strap ourselves to the Lord and hang on. Edmund Burke said, “all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing” . But that is not going to happen here. We are neither down nor out. We are just … regrouping.
“ They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground; they will lick the dust at your feet.
Then you will know that I am the LORD; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.” Isaiah 49:23
April 19, 2012
Criminal Minds: High School Photos
Found this on the internet and thought I would share it with you. It's nice to see that actors were/are "real people" and had to suffer through high school just like the rest of us.
February 14, 2012
Happy Valentines Day
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