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zang posts are ... just that.
a post... as in fence
i would rather talk to you than to myself...
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| ...basic instructions before leaving earth...
I think I knew what was coming even though I didn't know what was coming. The struggle and frustration the queen had with the gods (why don't they answer) is probably the same struggle and frustration that I have. You find yourself waiting for something to happen while the character in the book is waiting for something to happen. At the end of the day there really isn't any answers except that He is the answer. Nicely done CSL. But I agree that we can really never be face to face until we have faces. We are sea lions parched and stranded in the desert yet yearning for the place we were really made to be-(another story).
With Christians, joy is central and sorrows are peripheral. Every other belief system and world view has sorrow as central and joy is peripheral. Comments...
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| Forward and reverse. Push and pile. Back and forth. Missed a spot- oh well, next pass. Waves of white peeling off the sides of the blade. Plowing snow can be therapeutic.
perspective...
Spent several hours this weekend pushing, moving and rearranging what God had decided to place in the way. A pile of snow fell here and covered everything- the brush and dirt and rocks- pure white, quiet and still. Hmmm. A great picture of my soul in Him- a blanket of pure white covering all the dirt, junk and ashes- and that's just the surface. But the question that comes to me is "do I push and rearrange what God has placed over me, just for my liking and convience?" Hmmm. 8" of snow can be a bother- driving, walkng, etc- but is grace a bother? I have to admit that God's love can be really annoying because, sheesh, He loves a guy like me. In my paranoid mind, I kick and wrestle because I think I can't breath under the blankets. But really He just wants me to relax and enjoy the covering- pure white! |
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| danga
i'm still getting used to this zanga
i am withholding and reserving judgement on my current read. i was told by a couple smarty pants college girls and a prof that this was thee best book ever and that it was awesome and some other adjectives. hasn't grabbed me yet... waiting with bait on my breath...
what is the meaning of having meaning? |
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| Think Round
Shall I start this post with a question? Hmm.
I have recently been thinking of the sensation you get when you walk thru those blowing air curtains in store entrances to keep the inside and outside environments separate. When I walk thru the door and into the corporate world there is a clone curtain that I have to walk thru. It is completely surrounding you when you step thru it and very difficult to avoid or be immune to. The secret to not falling prey to the cloning mechanism is to think round... or else you may find yourself in the proverbial square mold
just thinking
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