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True LOve is hard to find but once you find it keep that person, even no matter what how screwed up that they have done in the past.I have found my true love, knowing that i am a screw up i try to run, but every time i run that person catches me, and i fall deeper and deeper in love with that person, ome nite i was looing outside the window, and i wished about a wishing star, but instead i see a full moon, and in the back of the full moon is dark clouds, and right next to the full moon is glazing of the stars, i was having my feet up and looking at the one i truly loved, telling him about this, and all he could do is smile at me , saying yeah that must be a pretty sight, i heard somethign in the background it was 2 howling wolves, knowing that they are next to each other they were howling one after the other, they were showing there love to each other, but then i would love to show the one i love very much how i feel the way i feel next to him the way we love each other so much as one, i feel that he is everything in my life, my heart says we are very one, even though we are so many miles away from each other, i feellikei have knwn my true love forever knwing him makes my heart pitter patter wen i talk tohim my breath is very butterflies and when i see him he makes me smile, sometimes cry, but he always makes me have joy in my life i love him with all my heart he is my everythign , i do not know what i would do without him , but i would do anything for him i want to feel him next tome i want to hold him and look in his eyes telling him how much i love him he is my everythig i love you hun , i would love to go in the sunsets holding hands looking in each others eyes telling that person h ow much i love them, i want to hold them in bed feeling them next to me and say hun i want to grow old with you, but true love is hard to find and i know one day we will be one as whole
When I asked our newlywed Sunday School class to share a favorite
Christmas story, Carrie Fuller said, "Our family has one we call
the 'brown bag Christmas.'" When she finished, I had to hear
more. Two days later, I called a member of her family for more details.
It was the early 1930s during the Dust Bowl days of Kansas, in the
heart of the Depression. The Canaday family---Mom, Dad, 7
children---were having a tough time existing, so there would be no
luxuries at Christmas that year. Mom told the children to go
outside and find a Christmas tree and decorate it. After a lengthy
search, they returned with a dead branch, the only thing they had
been able to find. They stood it up in a bucket of sand and
decorated it with pieces of paper tied with string. Little Judy,
almost four, did not know how a Christmas tree was supposed to
look, but somehow she knew it was not like that!
As Christmas approached, the Canaday children, like children
everywhere, pestered Mom and Dad about what presents they might
get under their "tree." Dad pointed out that the pantry was
bare, that they did not have enough to live on, and there
certainly would be no money for gifts. But Mom was a woman of
faith and told her children, "Say your prayers. Ask God to send
us what He wants us to have." Dad said, "Now, Mother, don't be
getting the children's hopes up. You're just setting them up for
a disappointment." Mom said, "Pray, children. Tell Jesus." And pray they
did.
On Christmas Eve, the children watched out the window for
visitors, but no one came. "Blow out the lamp and go to bed",
Dad said. "Nobody is going to come. No one even knows we're out here."
The children turned out the lamp and got in bed, but they were
too excited to sleep. Was this not Christmas? Had they not asked
God to send them the presents He wanted them to have? Did Mom
not say God answers prayer?
Late that night, when one of the children spotted headlights
coming down the dirt road, everyone jumped out of bed and ran to
the window. The commotion woke up Mom and Dad. "Don't get
excited, children," Dad said. "They're probably not coming here.
It's just someone who got lost." The children kept hoping and
the car kept coming. Then, Dad lit a lamp. They all wanted to
rush to the door at the same time, but Mr. Canaday said, "Stay
back. I'll go." Someone got out of the car and called, "I was
wondering if someone here can help me unload these bags." The
children dashed out the door to lend a hand. Mom said to her
youngest, "Stay here, Judy, and help Mom open the bags and put up the gifts."
A deacon from the church in town had gone to bed that Christmas
Eve, and lay there tossing and turning, unable to get the
Canaday family off his mind. Later, he said, "I didn't know what
kind of shape you folks were in, but I knew you had all those
kids." He had gotten up and dressed and went around town,
rousing people from their sleep to ask for a contribution for
the Canaday family. He filled his car with bags of groceries,
canned goods, toys, and clothing. Little Judy got a rag doll
which remained her favorite for years.
With so much food, Dad wanted to have a Christmas feast, to
spread it all out and eat as they had never eaten before. Mom,
ever the caretaker, said, "No, we need to make this last." And it did
last, for weeks.
The next Sunday, Mrs. Canaday stood in church and told what the
members---and one deacon in particular---had done for her
family. There was not a dry eye in the house.
Years later, the oldest sister Eva wrote up this story about her
family for a school project. Eva said, "We were so thrilled by
all the wonderful things in the bags, for a while ;we lost sight
of the most special gift. The best gift that Christmas was not in
brown bags at all.
It was Mom's faith, as she taught her children to bring their
needs to Jesus and trust Him to meet them. And a Dad's love that
wanted only to protect his children from hurt and disappointment."
When Carrie finished telling her story, she added, "Little Judy
is my wonderful grandmother." Today, Judy Canaday Dryden lives
in Sanger, Texas. As she relived this event from seventy years
ago over the phone, one could hear the tear in her voice and
feel her pride in being the recipient of such a precious
heritage from her mother and father.
At Christmas, we celebrate praying mothers and caring fathers
and believing children. We give thanks for sensitive deacons and
generous friends and sleepless nights. And we praise God for the
hard times that teach unforgettable lessons, stories of
faithfulness that get told and retold through the years
inspiring each new generation to place their faith in a loving Savior.
God's Blessings to You and Yours!
fRIENDSHIP IS VERY HARD TO FIND, I HAVE KNOWNT HIS ONE GUY ON HERE , FOR A LIL WHILE, HE HAS BEEN MY OWNER FOR A WHILE, HE IS MY BEST FRIEND I CALL ON HERE I CAN TELL HIM ANYTHING, WHEN I HAVE FAMILY PROBLEMS, HE IS LISTENING TO MY PROBLEMS PERIOD, HE HAS A HUGE HEART, AND ANYONE THAT KNOWS HIM WILL TELL YOU THAT, I FOUND OUT A COUPLE WEEKS AGO HE HAD A MINI STROKE IT JUST KILLED ME NOT KNOW WHERE HE WAS I DI DNOT KNOW WHAT HAPPEN TO HIM WHEN HE WAS NOT ON HERE, I AM VERY HAPPY TO CALL HIM MY TRUE FRIEND, CAUSE TRUE FRIENDS ARE HARD TO FIND, I BEEN VERY LUCKY TO HAVE HIM IN MY LIFE I HAVE CRIED ON HIS SHOULDIERS SO MANY TIMES IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY, HE MIGHT BE A BAD ASS TO A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT TO ME HE IS A SWEET MAN, AND I AM SO LUCKY TO HAVE FOUND HIM, YOU BETTER GET WELL HUN I LOVE YOU AS A GOOD FRIEND AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT, YOUR ONE OF A KIND AND NO ONE WILL EVER BE IN YOUR PLACE , YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS AND THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME YOUR FRIENDSHIP ....WILDHORSE YOUR THE BEST A ND THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU, I NEED A FRIEND LIKE YOU, I THINK EVERYONE DOES,BUT I BEEN REALLY LUCKY TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE , THANK U AGAIN DRAGGY
Friends do not lie to you, they are there for you when you need someone the most, and people lie, about the stupidist things, i think, i am very lucky i have some true friends everywhere i go to, on and off here,sometimes i have to block some friends but then , thats fine as well, my best friend in high school was my best friend for years and no one will ever, be like her, she got murdered when i was 18 years old by her boyfirend at the time, everyone asks me why i have trust issues with people, its cause i have not found many good friends, and when i do they back stab me in the back, so i am used to not having friends in my life, and when i do sometimes its hard for me to have them, cause it seems everytime i have a friend they try, to do something wrong to me, i have women be my friend and then they want to sleep with my other half, now since i have a hubby i can trust the women, lol NOT , cause they do the same as well, i been hurt so many times its not even funny, but i am very lucky right now i have found my best friend , my lover, my soul mate, he is my everything to me i am very lucky to have him in my life he is all that and more......
True friends are hard to find, believe me i know, when i was in Highschool i lost my best friend she meant the world to me and then i got a phone calling telling me she got murdered, i was the first person to have found that out, but i stayed in my room and cried myself back to sleep, wishing that it was not true, and then in college my so called best friend she cheated with my ex byfriend who was my frist love, my first everything which it was hard to trust anyone again, and then i did have a best friend and she killed it she tried to be with the man i loved so much and they are now married and it hurt so deep, i did not think i could find another best friend it seems every time i get a friend or something i always get hurt and i am never the same so i always put up that wall, and people wonder why i do not have a best friend i used to but it seems when that person was needing a friend i was always there for her, but then when i needed a friend i am a no one it seems thats how it always is and i am getting used to it which is sad, cause i always help everyone and it seems that when i cry out for help no one is there for me so i have decided not 2 bother anyone anymore cause it seems that everyone is always busy doing there own thing and i will remember one day when they need a friend i will listen to there problems, thats ow i am i friend and i can not be nothing else well god bless draggy
i remember the day that we met or should say the time we started talking, i was not even looking for someone nor was he, but when i was in the chat room in yahoo, we started to talk , and no one knew we were talking, but for 2 people, and then he came to florida, and met me and i knew the minute he got off that bus and came and gave me a kiss it was true love-------, my heart melted and that i did not think about anything, but for him, then he had to go back home to Texas where he is from and as for me i was living in florida at the time, he was my everything and he will be my everything, i have never felt this way for anyone, and then one day after we met he asked me if i wanted to move to texas not htinking i would do it, i said sure, and he did not think i would of done it til the day i came to texas driving all the way here alone-, when i seen him again my love for him gotten stronger more then anything and i anyone could ever do, but my heart has grown so strong for him, that i would not know what i would do without him he is my everything, yes we get into arguements like every couple and we just look at each other and tell how much we love each other, i am here 6 years latter with him and we are about to get married he is my everything i am a very lucky woman he has been by my side when i needed somene, and believe me he is one of a kind i cry on his shoulder and he cries on mine as well spuddy i love you with all my heart and i can not wait to be whole with you your my everything muahzzzz
