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.

120528 Memorial Day Surprise

This holiday is always hard for me. So it was a double whammy for find this:




My mom had left a large box of sewing supplies that I had not completely emptied in the years since she died. This plaque was hidden between some folds of cloth. My brother was Mom's favorite. Not even my dad knew about this plaque. Has it been wrapped in that cloth since the day he died? He is forever 32; he has been 32 for thirty-six years.

120523 Scary Stuff

This kind of stuff disturbs me! Before my parents moved us to KCTX, I lived in a racially charged area where I was THE ONLY blond child in the entire school. The president sets the emotional tone for the country, and since 2008, I have been having flashbacks!

Walter Williams: Should Black People Tolerate This?

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Walter Williams

My parents moved to KCTX when I was 12, and life improved greatly. Where we lived before that had race problems, with demonstrations and violence. My sister and I were hit weekly, and threatened daily. When I tried to tell adults that it wasn't my fault, they either called me a troublemaker or told me to stand up for myself. How could an Anglo be without power in the face of all these underpriviledged minorities? In fifth and sixth grades, I walked six blocks out of my way to avoid going near a certain group of boys.

Whenever the president speaks about race, or whenever I read about someone blaming whites (or Asians) for all the other minorities ills, I want to scream that it is NOT one-sided. Can't they see the evidence? Why don't they acknowledge the facts? Why is race mentioned ONLY when a 'white' person does the crime? 

I do not judge by skin tone, because people of all shades have hurt me. With a race-baiting president, however, and his enablers in the media, I trust only my closest friends.

120521 Happy Birthday

...to my sister. I thought this blog was boring, so I added a few people who seemed to post a bit. It put new stuff up for me to read, but this one guy spammed his blog and then complained that people didn't comment on every little thing.

Blah.

I'd rather have boring, so I deleted it.

Writer's Block: Muwahahaha!

May 16th, 8:24

If you were a mad scientist, what would your mad invention or plot be? How would you use it to show those fools at the institute?

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I'd drop something first, and everything would go awry.

120430 My One Fear

For years, my only fear was what this man went through. Ironically, now that my ex is gone, so is the fear.