120901 Barbara's Prompts

Which TV character, past or present, is most like you?

Dr. Rodney McKay is obnoxious, loud, self-centered, sometimes generous, at times brillant, but totally lacking in social acumen. He has to be right ALL the time as well as the center of attention. He acts like a hurt puppy, or a wounded bear, when anyone says anything against him. The only reason I am not exactly like this caracture of an immature super-genius rests in my adherence to the rightly-divided Word of God. (2 Timothy 2:15)

120830 Blame it On Bush

120808 The Difference Between 'Nazi' and 'Socialist'

... is merely the name of the one in charge.

Walter Williams published an article today that explains better than I ever did why people should be wake up and smell the politics! When I was studying history in high school, in the 1970s, I wondered why Hitler's government was put on one end of the political spectrum, and communism was placed at the other. They seemed to be the same system to me. As a teen, I went to the library and spent months, even years studying political systems. Recently, I looked into Plato's Republic and More's Utopia. Socialism relies on the same system, repackaged and revamped into something that continues to be the opposite of freedom!

Nazism is condemned, but Socialism is exalted. Why? Twentieth Century Socialism killed far more people than Nazism ever thought of eliminating, They are the same political system! It doesn't make sense, but the last stronghold against what Marx taught is starting to embrace it. Wake up, America! It's not that better people need to run the system; the system itself is wrong.  People want it to be something warm and fuzzy, but in practice, people are selfish and/or evil. The warm fuzzies never arrive.

I prefer freedom.

Essential Oils: The Death Of Hundreds Of Painful Parasites

Essential Oils: The Death Of Hundreds Of Painful Parasites

This shows another reason why I love these oils. 

120807 Facebook Forced Me Into Timeline

I made this my banner.

120723 Room Temperature

What is room temperature? I read things like “keep at room temperature” or “safe at room temperature” or “solid at room temperature”.

I have to ask myself, “Whose room are we discussing?”

When I lived in Alaska, room temperatures were somewhere between 60F and 70F. Some hardy folk let it drop into the 50s, simply because they lived on a boat or in an Eskimo lodge.

Now, I live in South Texas. What we call ‘a cool early morning breeze’ would be oppressively over-the-top summer temperatures for Alaskans. What we call ‘room temperature’ would be stifling. My jar of coconut oil says, “solid at room temperatures”.

Again I ask, “Whose room are we discussing?”

I took the jar out of the refrigerator and left it on the counter for a couple of hours. It is completely liquid. Whomever decided what ‘room temperature’ was, didn’t live in South Texas.

120625 Back

Current Location:

home

Current Mood:

accomplished

Current Music:

ACDC

I was gone for two weeks. I did not post the actual physical departure, because it was not necessary for the world to know that my teens were home alone. The 18yo had her job, and the 14yo had a mature guardian, but the entire Internet community didn't need to know that Mom had left the building. Mom has returned.



For two weeks, I have been taking a class known as The Advanced Class on the Way of Abundance and Power. It was the final portion of a three part series that took years to complete. Jesus Christ said that he was the way, the truth, and the life, and that no one came to the Father, but by him. Kind of puts a kink in the 'many roads' interpretation of salvation. Well, believe what you will. We'll all find out in the end.

What I really like about this class series is how one is shown principles from God's Word. We have power. We don't have to be doormats. We can be confident, polite, loving, and most of all: completely sure of what God says. God gave us power, more power than most Christians will admit. Evil trembles as the one who believes approaches. Who can be stronger than the True God?

The first night, a man from Togo, in Africa, ministered healing to my knee. I no longer walk with a cane. This wasn't one of the showy fake healings that one can see on TV. No. After the first teaching, which was on the subject of the accuracy of the Word, he asked me in private why I used a cane. Then, he prayed and asked God to fulfill His promise of healing for me.

I was ready. The pain completely disappeared. The swelling left. The muscles and ligaments worked again. Many were blessed. There were many more stories of deliverance. The most impressive to me were the sad people who learned to smile. Two girls in particular came looking like waifs, and left as confident women. One claimed a physical healing, but did not elaborate

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I don't care who believes me, (that's between you and God), but I know that signs, wonders, and miracles followed us. My life has moved up a notch.