Monday, November 7, 2016
Think
When you have no control of anything, and are dependent on people, on God, you operate differently. I'm different, always have been. I wonder to this day if that's a good thing. Some days, yes. Most days, no. I have to accept all of this. I have to accept not all have my compassion even if they try. I must realize God made me different in more ways than the one I focus on. My tolerance level must increase to live in a world I don't understand or a world that makes me not want to. I must be willing to stretch. Just because others won't doesn't mean I should not. Accept people as they are not as I'd like them to be.
Moi
All about me.
R's rue: rue means street in French and R is the letter of my name. I love anything French so there you go.
In all things French:
Favorite French thing?
R's rue: rue means street in French and R is the letter of my name. I love anything French so there you go.
In all things French:
Favorite French thing?
Friday, November 4, 2016
Thursday, November 3, 2016
death of a democracy
Death of a Democracy
I no longer know the country of my birth
I no longer understand its people
Taxes are akin to treason
Guilt is assumed until otherwise ruled
The haves have imposed their will
To think a billionaire speaks for the proletariat is absurd
I'm awaiting the Bolshevik
Putin's laughing all the way to the bank
I wonder if all Christians worship the same Jesus
The love of money is the root of all evil
And yet we will elect lovers of money
We excuse one sin and applaud the other
This isn't my country.
I'm glad I'm a Christian now
because i don't display His love
At least my country doesn't
And to every non-Christian
I have failed Christ
And you ought to know
The Jesus who saved me
When life wasn't where I wanted to be
When a promised kept
And a trip
I'll never forget
Brought to a country of splendor
Where I realized that my birth country was beyond anything
I could ever articulate
And now I see demise on the horizon
I see faction
racism
and division
and despondency has set in
but for a man on Calvary
I no longer know the country of my birth
I no longer understand its people
Taxes are akin to treason
Guilt is assumed until otherwise ruled
The haves have imposed their will
To think a billionaire speaks for the proletariat is absurd
I'm awaiting the Bolshevik
Putin's laughing all the way to the bank
I wonder if all Christians worship the same Jesus
The love of money is the root of all evil
And yet we will elect lovers of money
We excuse one sin and applaud the other
This isn't my country.
I'm glad I'm a Christian now
because i don't display His love
At least my country doesn't
And to every non-Christian
I have failed Christ
And you ought to know
The Jesus who saved me
When life wasn't where I wanted to be
When a promised kept
And a trip
I'll never forget
Brought to a country of splendor
Where I realized that my birth country was beyond anything
I could ever articulate
And now I see demise on the horizon
I see faction
racism
and division
and despondency has set in
but for a man on Calvary
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Yikes
This election has me thinking.
Buyers' remorse should mean buying an expensive handbag, not a candidate.
Is forgiveness for a chosen few?
Christ isn't dead, but fairness is.
After Election Day will I have four years of denial?
I mourn the loss of morality, goodness and decency.
I mourn period.
Buyers' remorse should mean buying an expensive handbag, not a candidate.
Is forgiveness for a chosen few?
Christ isn't dead, but fairness is.
After Election Day will I have four years of denial?
I mourn the loss of morality, goodness and decency.
I mourn period.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
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