Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
What Are You Bringing Out In Other's?
Scene from "Empire"
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell just to keep getting your fix.”
—Karen Marie Moning
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Just A Reminder...
If you confess to love God and hate your fellow man.
Just remember that God "is" love. True children of God will spread love and not hate.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
The Best Gifts
My best gifts...
Healthy children,
Family who loves me,
Friends I can depend on,
The LOVE and favor of God.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Trip Or Fall
"When you trip over love,
it is easy to get up.
But when you fall in love,
it is impossible to stand again."
— Albert Einstein
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Christmas, Christmas Coming
Christmas coming
is the joyful song we sing
Christmas coming
and the spirit of love it will
surely bring
Christmas coming
and happy we will be
just another Christmas to see
Christmas coming
snow falls to white
the ground the moon
shines bright
upon this wonderland
Christmas all around-
Dorsey Baker
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
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