Mislabeled Identities

I can tell you about the blood that runs in my veins


Which country it came from and who brought it over

I can tell you why my eyes are hazel and my nose is broken

Which person it came from and who first noticed it

I can tell you why my voice sings only English

Which person adapted and who lost their mother tongue

I can tell you why my skin is white and my hair is blonde

Which race it came from and whose recessive gene it is

I can tell you why I’m adventurous and act like a leader

Which dominant trait it followed and who made it so

What I can’t tell you is how it all combines

Or who was responsible for my mislabeled identities

Nails in the Coffin

You said you loved me
Like a cute little puppy dog
Who believes he's found his best friend

You said I was amazing
Like how the stars couldn't compare
A shooting star among the background

I was beautiful
You exclaimed to the world
More gorgeous than what God has created

All is well with the world
Now since you knew me
But it isn't since there is still war and corruption

Good Morning Sunshine!
It isn't true for doesn't the sun live in the sky
I live here on Earth among family and friends

Every false comment
Every scary thought
Too soon my heart screamed
It isn't right my mind cried

Still you continued
First date was on me
First kiss wasn't romantic
The first phone call was too long
Still you continued

I wasn't being wooed
I wasn't being treated right
I wasn't feeling how it should

You adorn me with presents
Sing sweet songs
Pretend to worry
Actually give a care
But how much of it really meant to you
And how much of it meant to me?

Threre's nothing here for you
Only a few unwritten letters and a few toys
Just enough for who comes after this round
I've said my bit and
You have said yours
We have gone our separate ways
There's nothing more to say

Places

Close your eyes, Can you tell me what you see?
Are you flying? Are you high in a tree?
Whose arms are holding you? Could it be mine?
Could it be heaven, with a glorious shine?

We all have our places that feel like home
Mine you see, is always with you.

Sacrifices

Firefighters and Policemen sacrifice thier lives
To save trapped victims in and outside of the home
Beethoven sacrificed his hearing
To save youngsters from horrible music
Galileo went blind
To save the world from a Geocentric Theology
Teachers sacrifice thier time
To save students from un-eduated youth
Doctors save thier sleep
To save thier patients from certain demises
Parents sacrifice thier love
To save their children from going down the wrong paths

Back to the Beginning

I was missing something, but I didn't know what, so thinking logically I decided to cross the bridge again, and see where it got me. I cautiously went between the new buildings that had sprung up in a matter of minutes and headed to where I thought the bridge still was.  Fortunately it was between a little Italian diner and it seemed to be a pawn shop. The old water shed was gone, and the river was polluted but all I cared about was the bridge. In the matter of time that had supposedly passed the bridge lost its railings, and a few boards were missing in the center.
Again with great caution I crossed the bridge again to reach the other side that I used to sled down and pick raspberries from in the Spring.  I was almost at the end when the boards gave away and I stumbled knocking my head against the dilapidated bridge.  When I came to I saw that the landscape had changed again.
This time the skyscrapers were no longer in place, the house was a little more looked after but the most important part there was smoke coming out of the chimney!
What should have struck me odd before I ran up the hill was that it felt like the middle of the summer, and there was no truck in the driveway. The garden was dead and overgrown, and the front door was broken. How stupid and nieve I was to try to waltz right in. How idiotic to think that someone that I knew would be in the basement ready to greet me.
Being bold and stupid I almost walked into the basement. Almost. Right before I did I heard a scream. Not a mousey scream like when they get stuck in the traps, but a full bloody murder I-don't-want-to-die scream. I spun around with my back against the basement outside door. I had only seen a glimpse but it would haunt me forever.
Where there once was a peaceful workbench with hammer and nails there was now maces, clubs and stakes. The stove was opened to be wider and there were heatened iron rods. Cages hung on the cieling with people inside! A large bear of a man was shaking a cage with his left hand right next to the door laughing at the poor soul inside. In his right hand he held a whip that swayed as he shook the cage and gave the impression of a very large snake.  The man in the cage was the one that was screaming and he was bleeding from the right temple, I had never seen that much blood on one person. I prayed as I hid next to the doorframe that the man would find peace in death. There was nothing I could do, I was no nurse, and certainly no hero. 
I darted across the doorway to reach the backyard but as I did I upset the pebble pile around the corner. Nauseated I realized that they weren't pebbles... they were teeth!
I bit my tounge and rushed to the backyard, I could hear the bear shuffle across the concrete floor and I knew he would hit me with the whip if I didn't move fast enough! I finally made it around the second corner and heaved a sigh of relief. But it didn't last for long. Before me stood another building, another skyscraper that was disguised as a group of trees. I did not see it as I crossed the bridge before because I thought it was a set of trees.
Who would hide a skyscraper like that? Again I was left with more questions than answers.

Changing Times

There was nothing left for me at the old house, I took the last bit of momentos that were stuck under the floorboards and looked out the window one last time. I saw the familiar yard, with the dying gardens, the missing apple trees, the emptiness of everything, the neighbors house, the old cannon, the horse stable... Cannon? There was never a cannon when I lived here?
I moved closer to the window to see the new addition to the neighbors yard. There was a person, dressed in green moving closer and closer, I laughed, he was not doing a very good job at hiding behind the trees I could see him dart infront of every rock and every tree, then behind the horse stable, then finally next to the cannon. With a start he wasn't hiding from someone looking from my angle, he was hiding from someone from the neighbors house point of view.
I watched him load the cannon, first with the gunpowder, packed it down, searched his pockets for a light. He swung the cannon around and angled it towards the house, closer and closer, then finally aimed it at the window I was looking through.  I ran from the window, down the stairs and down to the back door. I heard the cannon fire hit the house, shattering windows, breaking the walls, destroying the house. Wood splinters flew around me gouging at my arms, my legs, ripping my shirt, the bag I ran down to the basement. The house followed me down, the stairs ripped up under my feet as I ran down into the cement basement.
There was only way out was the back basement door and I ran before he reloaded.
I exited and ran down the dirt road brushing off what I could of the pieces of house and looked at the backyard. In the moments that I was in the house the landscape had changed again, the trees were replaced by pavement, the river polluted, skycrapers filled the blank spaces between the two houses. I couldn't recognize anything that was once familiar. The once peaceful backyard had turned into a busy city, but it lacked the people.
What year was I in now? Where was my family? Where was, I?

Kathy

I'm not the best looking person in the school, but I didn't use to be this way. I use to be as pretty as the other girls, but I turned to food for comfort after...
High School was hard on me, but I lived through it, second best in the class, at least up until junior year. I was beat by Darla and Penny, so that gave me third best. I know what I'm doing, I just don't look it because I'm fat. I admit it, I'm fat, but I don't want to do anything about it. They can't recognize me in this body.  This only took three years, I can't wait to stop hiding, but I'll be trapped in here until then.
I started eating about halfway through senior year. It wasn't hard to hid everything. I wore baggy clothes which gave everyone the impression that I was pregnant. Hah! Pregnant. Even the school counselor pulled me aside and asked me what was going on. I assured her that I wasn't pregnant and we will get through the graduation just fine. Besides, the best school in the state accepted my application!
So going into college I tried to get friends, but I forgot that the school was focused on sports, and who wants a fat kid on thier team? One ninty I weighed back then, too overwieght and too big to join a team. I needed to hide so I didn't join the team. I found a couple of kids who didn't join, but lucky me they all transfered before the year was out.  On to my second semester alone. You know what they say about the freshman 15, you'll gain it and never lose it. Well I did just that. I tipped the scales at 210. Two years later at an even 250 I have no friends, no social life and only food and my studies to keep me afloat. I made it to the deans list again, my family was glad to hear of that, I think.
I met Kathy my freshman year, but we obviously didn't look like two people who would become friends.  What she doesn't know is that she needs me more than anyone, now. I knew the forest was growing back in highschool, it took my youngest sibling, as well as my mother, I know how dangerous it can be. I lived next to the forest then, but no longer. I live in the forest now. It dares not try to control my house now, where I live with my remaining two siblings and my great-uncle. My father left after my mother died, and half the town beleives that he killed her and ran while the other half believes that the forest took her, messed with his mind and then he ran away. 
Kathy needs me to help her. I know that she can save us, however stupid I may sound. I left her a note after out last encounter, and I know she read it. She's as nosy as a fox and can't keep her own hand out of the cookie jar. Strickly speaking of course, I obviously can't anymore. But once the forest is destroyed then I will have my inner beauty show again. Right now I'm hiding it. Please Kathy, realize your inner strengh!

Mundane

I realized yesterday that we've been living together for two years.  What was there to prove that we loved each other? That we still had fun? That we were still romantically involved with each other? There was nothing, except for a few pictures printed from the local convenience store.  That certainly didn't prove anything. Didn't prove that we loved each other, didn't prove that we were still in love, didn't prove that we even knew each other. We just looked like we lived with each other. 
But it was too late to go back. I couldn't remember who I was before I met him. Before any this happened. There was college, and the years in college, and the hard work I put into college then he didn't continue with college, he left but why? I never understood. I never understood why he didn't finish with college. I still don't understand why he backed out of the firefighting business too. I never brought it up to him, I wonder why now.
This is what I asked myself as I read the newspaper and drank my coffee.  The funnies weren't holding my attention today, but the tabloids were. Apparently Ivan Qua came out with a new song about broken relationships and well his wife of three years left him. It made me think about how neither of us have left yet after two years. We were in a rut and living together, like an old married couple. Except without the arguments, sex life or well, any communication whatsoever. We had our friends so we had a social life. We both worked so we both had a work life but was there anything else for us?
Right about here Jack, my coffee maker leaned over and flicked me upside the head.  He always did that to grab my attention.  "Want another cup?"
I automatically raised my cup, he always gave me free refills.  Never understood why but he did.
"Whats wrong hon?" I sighed and dropped my glass. 
"Whaddya want Jack." He sat down next to me in the booth, and filled my glass that was still halfway full.  He flashed me a grinning smile. "Let ol' Jack help you out."
"Ha ha Jack, you know that you've been a great friend but I don't think there's anything that you can do. It's home stuff."
He scooted closer to me, the chair scraped on the linoleum.  As he leaned in I could smell his cologne, it was coffee, I could have guessed that.  "C'mon hon, I promise I won't laugh. What did you do? Break a window? Forget to call your mother?"
"Very funny." I replied. I still hadn't looked at him since he sat down.
"Tell you what," He got up from the chair, "Swing by after shift, I'll take you out. Rascal won't mind will he?"
He meant Rascal, I knew it. I don't think Jack even knew his name, or at least his real name. Wait, he wants me to cheat on Rascal?
"What are you aiming at Jack. What's your angle."
"Angle? Ha ha, there is no angle hon. Just want to show you a good time, one that you haven't had in a while."
I suddenly felt uncomfortable.  I got up and dropped my newspaper on the floor and all over my chair. He laughed and helped me collect it, which in turn made the coffee spill over and drenched my dress. He laughed even harder, and offered his shirt. "I've got an extra one in the truck, forget about it." Then with a wink he disappeared behind the counter, shirtless.
I had only a glimpse of his perfect body, but I knew that the memory would live with me forever.
I left my sodden paper and broken coffee cup behind and donned his shirt. I laughed, it matched my dress.
I walked home with a hurt pride, but with the determination that I would prove that I could have a good time without Mr. Casanova.
When I got home I found a note on the table from Rascal. It said that he was working the late shift and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Maybe I did have the time to have a good time...

I'm a T-rex

You thought you were funny
You thought you were clever
You thought you were being flirty
When really
You were telling the truth

You called me a monster
You called me a giant
You called me a carnivore
When really
You were telling the truth

You see me as being strong
You see me as being loud
You see me as being pushy
When really
You were telling the truth

You see me as being aggressive
You see me as being protective
You see me as being tall
When really
You were seeing the truth

You told me what you saw
You told me what you felt
You told me what you heard
When really
I couldn't see it myself

I can relate myself to that prehistoric monster
I can be characteristically similar to that dinosaur
I can be as terrifying as the giant lizard
I can be a Tyrannosaurus Rex 

Hear me Roar.

Writing a Letter

I'd write you a letter
But I wouldn't know where to begin.
Should I start with
Thanks for the Memories! or,
Thanks for NOTHING ?
Or what about
Thanks for the Time that I spent with You?
I was never refundable and
I'm glad that we kept it that way?
Or how about
HEY LOSER
Then end the note with a
You'll NEVER find another girl like me!
Then I'll hurt inside because
I know that's not true.
And I'll find another guy,
But he wouldn't be you and
She wouldn't be me.
At least not in a perfect world.
In this world you wouldn't miss me,
And I won't miss you.
But instead, you missed me and
I didn't miss you.
What a crazy type of love we had.
Or have?
I can't tell.
Can you?
I shall sign the letter however,
With a Kindest Regards
Lick it, Stamp it and Mail it
Your way.
Just read it,
Don't analyze it.
Just read it.

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One of the Flock

I believe in Magic
   Like I believe in Friends
I believe in Fairy Tales
   Like I believe in Love
I believe in Angels
   Like I believe in God

Television won't taint me

Radio won't phase me

Media won't scare me

Words won't worry me

But

The Book will shape me

The Voice will call me 

The Word will move me

His Love will calm me

I believe in Him

I know He watches over me

And as the Good Shepard

He takes care of all of his Lambs

He believes in me

As I believe forever in Him

Oh Really

Once there was a man named Oh Really O'Rieley
Who stamped everything with a blue smiley
He married his girl Mary
On an old fashioned ferry
Nine months later they named thier kid Miley!

Miley was an adorable blue eyed doll
Who never went anywhere without her shawl
She was the best in song
Never did anything wrong
And answered the first time she was called!

Mary was of course the best wife a man could need
She could shop clean and her family even feed!
Her man you know she satisfies
To her daughtor she white lies
And in the spring she plants rose seeds!

2/14/11

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

If you are in need, I will be your valentine!

Happy Valentines Day :)

Anonymous

Anonymous.
That is what I will remain.
Unknown.
That is who I aim to be.
Mysterious.
That is what I feel for.
Obscure.
That is how I live.

I remain unidentified.
I am a puzzle.
I am concealed.
I am no one.

Within the shadows
You see my silloute.
Within the fog
You see my clouded breath.
Within the raindrops on the window
You see my darkened eyes.
Within the mirror
You see my whispy hair.
Within the letters
You see my lips moving.
Within the crowded hallway
You see my feet stepping silently.

I am your unspoken dream
I am your wordless whisper
I am your dark desires
I am your feared truth
I am your unwanted delusion.

I bring fate
I bring destiny
I bring consequence
I bring life
I bring death

I am within you.
Fear me.
Cower before me.
Lose your courage as I begin to speak.
Feel terror as you listen to my words of wisdom.

I remain nameless but distinguished.
I am feared but also respected.
I am unknown but familiar.

There are tales bearing my name
Unnumbered stories of my travels
Fables warn children to fear me
Legends bring honor to my decisions

Tell me of my name.
For I no longer can live under yours.

Valentines

I know this year I'm once again not going to have a date, but that doesn't stop me from making Valentines!
Every year you see the kids BUYING thier valentines from the mall, penny shop or if they're lucky thier moms will pick them up for them. (I occasionally bought them as well, but only if I didn't have the time to make them.)
Now for today I have a few different options for you people at home to try, that are quite easy (easy as folding a piece a paper in half, writing Happy V-Day on it and signing the middle with a huge <3) but at the end I have one of my favorite ways. I did this last year and one of my recipiants still has it on her fridge (makes me feel that much more special!)


1. To MAKE a Valentines

You need:

• Markers/Crayons/Colored Pencils (anything you can color or write with really)
• Colored paper or white paper
• Glue
• Glitter (optional)
• Ribbon
• Lace
• Bit of scraps of anything if you want to be creative

Cut the paper into a semi <3, careful about the edges. Write on the INSIDE first so you don't mess up anything on the outside. [[Important!!!]]
Glue on anything you want on to the front, uncooked macaroni, a bit of your hair for your sweetheart (more on that later) glitter, jimmies, whatever!
*If you'd like your sweet baboo to hang it up, put a bit of ribbon on the back with a small loop. That way he or she can hang it up on thier door, above thier bed or in thier locker.
**If you don't like the person, you could always glue the whole thing shut, write on the back (Haha, got you first this year!) But it would still be nice because after all, you did make them a valentine.
Do anything you want to your creation! After all, it is coming from YOU!

2. To BUY the right Valentine

You Need:

• Moolah (aka Money)
• The right person/group in mind

You could spend fifteen hours looking for the right Valentine for that one special someone, or you could make it, which makes it that much more special. If that is the case, refer to the first option.
You have to consider who you are buying for. If it is for your wife, or girlfriend, I'm 90 percent sure that she likes animals, flowers or anything that is sweet. So, dive for those ones first. Anything with an animal, flower or something adorable on the first cover. Pick FIVE off the bat that you see, WITHOUT opening them.  Out of the five, take them somewhere else in the store and READ them. Only you can pick out the right words in the card (if you didn't write them yourself in  your own card).  Out of the five, pick three, then pick two then keep the last one to give to your girl. If you like the other four thats great! Buy them too and give them off to your other friends.
Now for your husbands & boyfriends: Do the same thing but look for something not so cutsey. Think SIMPLE.  Flowers are okay, but look for the machoiest card you can find. One with tools, babes or something really simple,  like glitter and a heart. Pick five, pick three, pick two then pick one. You can still buy all five and give them to your other friends, chances are there is someone else who likes simple little cards like that. Men like Simple, and yet they date us... we are so complicated!

3. MY ALL TIME FAVORTIE VALENTINE

Alright so you've run out of regular ideas, but you want to give them something special, am I right? You've gone with the roses, the balloons, the dinners the wine and everything else you can do to woo the pretty (or handsome) person.
How about a valentine that they can't throw out? No, no I"m not talking about tattoos. [We know we've seen enough of those already] But how about a magnatized valentine?

You need all the same things from number one, but this time grab an old magnet. Usually the bigger the better. Make a smaller valentine, one sided, and glue it onto the magnet, magnettty side down. When your sweet baboo isn't looking (and the valentine is dry) stick it to the fridge. I did that a few times last year and one is still standing! I had a magnetic ruler, an old ad and a reminder from school to use as my magnets. And guess what! No one knows what you use! So use anything you want!!

Well thats that for this year. If you're like me with no date, I'd go with the valentines then stick it out with your friends. We're throwing an Anti-Valentines Day party. But I'm still handing out Valentines...

Lunch Anyone?

Okay, who wants lunch? I hear tummies rumbling so I assume that you do? Oh good!

What you need is Bread, Cheese, Tomato and Basil.

Toast the bread just a little bit so its hot, then put the cheese on it. Next add the Tomato, a dash of Basil and tada! Lunch is served. Simple, easy and quick to eat if you're on the road or running out of the cafe quick like I usually do.

Another way to do it, like I do at home and not using the microwave would be toasting the bread in the frying pan just enough then add the cheese as if you were going to make a open grilled cheese sandwich.  when the cheese just melts enough put the tomato on top and melt everything together a minute or so longer. Turn off the heat and add that dash of basil ontop. Now it really smells good doesn't it? If you do cut it, try to cut it when you're away from the pan that you cooked everything in, I learned that lesson once and never forgot it!

So please enjoy, and if you found a better way of making it please add your comment at the end... Thank you!

And don't forget to enjoy!

Pillow

I'd plant you a garden of Roses

And every morning I would pick one

So I can place it on your Pillow 

You'll never have to miss me



Rebellious

My family had left me behind.  Behind in a year. Behind in the old home. Behind in a town I hardly recognized anymore. I couldn't go home, I couldn't go to a family home, I couldn't go anywhere. 
I never knew my family to be part of a rebellious group, much less want to go to Alaska! Alaska is cold, unchartered, full of polar bears and unknown snowy creatures. Sure there was lots to do but what were they doing? I grew scared. I had more questions.
Why had they left me behind? If it wasn't 2011 then what year was it? They could not have had enough time to pack up and leave quickly like they were on the run. Or were they? The more questions I had the more confused I was. 
I snuck in through the back door to my grandparents house to snoop around, more so to look for supplies.  Some odd reason, the inner rooms to the house were not cleared! As if someone wanted to give the impression that the house was empty and for sale.  Something smelled fishy, and it wasn't the rotting fish in the fridge.  I packed up the perishables that I could find in the cabinets, inner closet and in the basement. I wasn't really in the mood to leave anything behind. I used a backpack that Grandpa used when he was going to the gym. For good measure I checked the phone logs and the calenders in her office.  Both said 2011. All her important documents were gone, some clothes were gone from the dressers upstairs but what struck me the most odd was that a few pictures were definitely gone.  Mom's wedding picture was off the wall and missing, as well as the 50th Wedding Anniversary pictures.  Was there anything else missing? Where did they go?
For good measure I took one of the blankets that she had made years ago, it was one of my favorites and I'd be needing it, the nights were still a little chilly. 
I headed back out the back door and took the long way around to the house I used to call home. Again I noticed how small and empty it looked.  I didn't expect to find answers here either.  Everything was gone, the garage was emptied, the house in every corner was empty, even the back yard sheds had surrendered under the pressure and collapsed hiding everything that could give answers in a large pile. 
Again I snuck in through the basement, I knew the best way to sneak in because of the broken lock. There were no answers here either, nothing left for me to find. 
I was halfway back out the basement door when I remembered that my sister and I used to hide notes to each other in the closet we shared.  In the closet we had jimmied a floor plank up and hid little things in there. 
I ran up the stairs, bulging backpack and all and flung the closet door open. The level of dust on the closet floor gave me hope, no one had been up there in a long while.
I carefully ripped the floor board up and gave a sigh of relief. She had left me a note, the bad part was that it was in the secret code we made up as kids, I was going to have so much fun deciphering it.

Bad Timing

It began the night that I walked to my Grandmothers from the little foot bridge that was built years ago.  We got sick of walking through the water so we built it.  We have plans to replace the bridge in the spring, there were a few boards that were missing pieces, it still worked but we needed to take precautions. Who wanted to be dunked in a cold spring in the middle of the afternoon?
When I arrived at my Grandmothers house I noticed a young couple, somewhere in thier twenties looking at the house.  The garden flowers were dead, the trees wilted, the ornaments were gone and the house looked... empty. The paint was peeling on the side walls, there were missing shingles on the roof, the jeep in the basement was gone from the window, there was no one home. Where were my Grandparents?
I walked up to the young couple, from the distance they seemed not much older than twenty five, and as I went closer my assumptions were correct.  The girl seemed to be a few months along in a pregnancy as well.  I pretened to be checking my watch and said the date, "April 2nd 2011... Is that the right date?"
They laughed at my apparant stupidity.  It was not 2011 they told me, at to make matters worst they would not tell me the real year date.  We wandered around the dilapilated garden chatting quietly, when suddenly, Molly, the pregnant girl, pulled me aside and warned me to go away - to leave quickly.
I asked her "Why?"
She told me she couldn't tell me - she could be targed next. "Head as North as you can, your family is there with the rest of the rebellian."
Thomas pulled her away and she gave a faint goodbye smile... I called back to her I hope you remember to look for that door like I told you about!" I hope it helped bring her hubby Thomas off of the scent of what she really told me.
Where was my family? And what year was it?

All I Ask For

I want you to out of your way to remember me
Chase me down in the hallway when I walk away mad
Text me out of the blue
Bring me flowers at work
Listen to when I have an issue
And laugh when I forget the real punchline!
Let me win a few times
Put your foot down down when making a descision
Surprise me
Let me surprise you
When you let me know when I can dry your tears
Respect my body and more

Thats all I ask for Valentines Day
But I know you only exist in my dreams...

Love

Bit of kindling
Bit of gasoline
Bit of a spark
Bit of a flame

Crackle crackle smoke smoke
This is how it goes
Breath of fresh air
Blown softly under the bricks
And the flame grows bigger

More twigs
More logs
More air
More flame

Less smoke more flame
This is how it goes
No need for fresh air
Less need to feed the fuel
And the flame stays the same

Out of tinder
Out of wood
Out of air
Out of flame

Smoke is gone so is the flame
This is how it goes
The breath is gone
No one feeds the fire
And the flame breathes its last

Hogwarts

NEWSFLASH!!!!

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The House Bunny

Online Privacy

WARNING!!!*

There's a site called Spokeo.com that's a new online USA phone book *W/PERSONAL INFO: *everything from pictures you've posted on *F-B* or the Web, your approx credit score, home value, income, age, etc. Remove by searching your name, find the URL of your Spokeo page, then go to the bottom right corner of the page and click on the Privacy button to remove yourself. Copy & re-post so your *F-B* friends are aware.
*NOTE: Check all the variations of your Name. You may be "found" with more than one!*

5th Graders

Fifth Grade Assignment
Wouldn't this be great if it was taught in every school.
A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in 20 ways to communicate ideas about God. Here are some of the results: scroll down.

God is like.

BAYER ASPIRIN

He works miracles..

God is like.

FORD

He's got a better idea..

God is like.

COKE

He's the real thing.

(This is great)

God is like.

HALLMARK CARDS

He cares enough to send His very best.

God is like.

TIDE

He gets the stains out others leave behind. ..

God is like.

GENERAL ELECTRIC

He brings good things to life.

God is like.

WAL-MART

He has everything.

God is like.

ALKA-SELTZER

Try Him, you'll like Him

God is like.

SCOTCH TAPE

You can't see Him, but you know He's there.

God is like..

DELTA

He's ready when you are.

God is like.

ALLSTATE

You're in good hands with Him..

God is like.

VO-5 Hair Spray ;

He holds through all kinds of weather

God is like.

DIAL SOAP

Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?

(that one is my favorite)

God is like .

The U.S.. POST OFFICE

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from

His appointed destination.

God is like

Chevrolet. . . .

the heart beat of America

God is like

Maxwell House. .... .

Good to the very last drop

God is like.

B o u n t y . . . .

He is the quicker picker upper. . Can handle the tough jobs. ..

And He won't fall apart on you

Forward this to others so that they can know what God is like.......

BLESSINGS FROM

MY HOUSE TO YOUR HOUSE

From Jocylyn

“You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses”

Cross Walk

The Crosswalk


Every once and a while, a seemingly simple email comes around that ends up being quite profound. This is one of them.

 
Awesome!! We complain about the cross we bear but don't realize it is preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we cannot..


Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,

there will always be sunshine, after the rain....

Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall,

But God's always ready, to answer your call....

He knows every heartache, sees every tear,

a word from His lips, can calm every fear...

Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,

But suddenly vanish, by dawn's early light...

The Savior is waiting, somewhere above,

to give you His grace, and send you His love.

May God fill your day with blessings!!