Strawberrykiss's blog: "Specail Things"

I been thinking of all the time wasted waiting for you, Time goes by so fast. Ever since I can remember it was five years before I would see you then after a while it became ten years. Ten years go by but now I still wait all that time wasted. When we were young we saw each other just about every weekend , because our parents where best friends. As the time went by it was five years before a weekend. As we became young adults in a early 20's it was five years before I saw you all the time just wasted. I got to see you on a Saturday Night it was so wonderful. Talks of how things use to be talks about things and how they will be. When you took me home you said hopeful it wont be five years before I see you again. Five years came and five years went time gone by and still I just wait, all that time wasted waiting for five years to come. This time I sit waiting and five years has come and gone and now it is ten years later. I get to see you once for a day or just a night. We talk about all the tings we been through and all the love we have for each other but time and space keeps us just waiting all that time wasted. Ten years come and ten years go and we keep on waiting for the day that the last ten years we wont have to wait, because of all the time still wasted. We know of love between the two of us and how it makes us feel. I guess its why we still wait all this time wasted waiting for the five or ten years to date, but still we just wait. I hold on two your words of how much you love me and I hope you remember how much I have said I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Because, I wait every five to ten years to date to say I love you one more time before it is to late. I love you and I still wait and all that time just wasted. Copy wright protected 2000/2025/wrote 4-27-2007 by RMW

~TRAGEDY IN AMERICA~ Another tragedy has occured in the sifting sands of time, lives of men and women have been lost as a result of sin and a deranged mind. No one suspected the day would be the very last one they'd behold, for these had plans and dreams for the future which they expected to unfold. Our nation has had tragedies as schemes of evil have been unveiled, bombings, massacres , buildings tumbling victims leaving loved ones behind, as they fell. Wars and rumors of wars are seen all across the land Nation rising against nation, instead of joining hand to hand. Many troubled minds have forsaken the One true God, fulfilling Bible prophecy, in this land which we now trod. When will it end, or men feel secure Will there ever be peace and good will for all men? The answer is found in the Prince of Peace when people humble themselves, repenting of sin. Why do we question these happenings when we can see how America has strayed? They've taken prayers out of our schools enforced ungodly laws, against God's righteous ways. Life seems to have no value in the eyes of many lawmakers for they support shedding innocent blood in God's eyes, they are law breakers. Someone's brother, someone's child Someone's friend or loved one needlessly died, while a Nation watches in grief and agony, as the signs of the end draw nigh. Will America repent? will She humble herself and pray? Will our Nation ever see a need to return back to God and truly seek His face? When God's people who are called by His name in spirit and truth, seek His face, He'll hear from heaven and answer as we walk in His holy ways. What does the future hold? No man on earth really knows. But from the signs all around us, we must all prepare our souls. For we know not what the morrow may bring whether heartache, pain, or joy, Only a soul that belongs to God will be secure, with a hope man cannot destroy. As we lift up our prayers for the families of those who are grieved, may people of all nations, see a need to return to God and believe. For, if we keep our minds stayed upon Him He's promised to keep us in perfect peace, What a blessed hope is ours, when we know God's love, which will never cease. With deepest sympathy to the familes and friends of those who lost their lives in the recent Virginia tragedy. [IMG]http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s25/Katrina_and_Chase_forever/vt.jpg[/IMG] Blessings In Christ, Jo Ann Kelly © 2007 J. P.'s Inspirations http://www.my.homewithgod.com/jpinspirations/ This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits intact, for non-profit ministering purposes. Praise the Lord in the midst of all the storms of life. He is with His people and is truly worthy of all glory and praise. When we abide in Jesus, we'll never walk alone. ********************************************************** Welcome to the new members. Thanks for receiving J. P's Inspirations and for overlooking the many errors which I frequently make in sharing them. It's good to know although we're not perfect, we're forgiven and are truly blessed as children of God. Each of you are a blessing! God bless, Jo Ann To subscribe to J. P.'s Inspirations send blank email to the address below with "Subscribe' in the subject line to jpkelly@usit.net.

The Witches' Creed By Doreen Valiente, 1978 Witchcraft for Tomorrow This can be confused with the Wiccan Rede. The two are separate documents, although they both have similar intentions. I personally find the Creed to be much more effective and certainly more poetic. Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny’s pathway, That now we bring forth into the light. Mysterious water and fire, The earth and the wide-ranging air. By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and keep silent and dare. The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magickal ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, And the witches are seen, At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Even and old Hallowe’en. When day-time and night-time are equal, When sun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, Again witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven’s array, Thirteen times at esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day. The power was passed down the ages, Each time between woman and man, Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began. When drawn is the magickal circle, By sword or athame or power, Its compass between the two worlds lies, In Land of the Shades for that hour. This world has no right then to know it, And world of beyond will tell naught, The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The Great Work of magick is wrought. For two are the mystical pillars, That stand at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the forces divine. The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this did our ancestors teach. By night he’s the wild wind’s rider, The Horn’d One, the Lord of the Shades. By day he’s the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades. She is youthful and old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver Lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The master and mistress of magick, They dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. So drink the good wine to the old Gods, And dance and make love in their praise, Till Elphame’s fair land shall receive us, In peace at the end of our days. And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it in love that harms none, For this is the only commandment. By magick of old be it done!

The Witches' Creed By Doreen Valiente, 1978 Witchcraft for Tomorrow This can be confused with the Wiccan Rede. The two are separate documents, although they both have similar intentions. I personally find the Creed to be much more effective and certainly more poetic. Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny’s pathway, That now we bring forth into the light. Mysterious water and fire, The earth and the wide-ranging air. By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and keep silent and dare. The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magickal ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, And the witches are seen, At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Even and old Hallowe’en. When day-time and night-time are equal, When sun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, Again witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven’s array, Thirteen times at esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day. The power was passed down the ages, Each time between woman and man, Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began. When drawn is the magickal circle, By sword or athame or power, Its compass between the two worlds lies, In Land of the Shades for that hour. This world has no right then to know it, And world of beyond will tell naught, The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The Great Work of magick is wrought. For two are the mystical pillars, That stand at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the forces divine. The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this did our ancestors teach. By night he’s the wild wind’s rider, The Horn’d One, the Lord of the Shades. By day he’s the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades. She is youthful and old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver Lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The master and mistress of magick, They dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. So drink the good wine to the old Gods, And dance and make love in their praise, Till Elphame’s fair land shall receive us, In peace at the end of our days. And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it in love that harms none, For this is the only commandment. By magick of old be it done!

Firugred I put something here if you go to my stash go to news and there something sort of like this special for you. Thanks and Hugs

I see your face when I am a sleep I see your face from the moment I awake Maybe theres' a time in space that I will truely see your face. I feel your breath touch my skin my eyes are open do I just let you in. I feel your breath even in my sleep. I wish you could wrap your arms around me and never let me go just like you told me so long ago. I long to hear the 3 simple words you said to me so long ago I love you. And never want to let you go. So as I close my eyes to sleep I listen for your breath to touch my skin and see your face deep with in and feel your arms wrap me tight and hear your words as we say good night and I love you once again.

But the desire to keep your child safe does. This is written by Norris Burkes I felt it was worth putting in my blog for others to read. It hit soft spot of my heart. When my son, Michael, was 22 months old, we feel down a hillside together. My wife and I were in the process of adopting him, and we decided to take him with us on a weekend retreat to a mountain cabin. One evening, he became a bit fussy, so I wrapped him in a blanket and went for a walk. As I made my way down-hill toward the street, I stopped to rest on a tree stump. Without warning, my foot slipped through the rotten stump. Suddenly, my world was a swirl of sticks, branches and mud. I curled Michael into me close, hugging him like a piece of pricesless art. It was a hug that allowed him to breathe, but refused him any exposure to the rough world we were tumbling through. Then, quite abruptly, I hit my head on the asphalt below. Things grayed momentarily, but I escaped with nothing more than some scrathces, some bruising and a new knot on my head. Thankfully, Michael had been wrapped in my impenetrable hug and was unscratched. It was a hug I tried to repeat last month at the air-port as Michael prepared to board the plane for Marine basic training. On this day, he was 17 and one-half, so the drive to the airport was filled with predictable questions. I asked the perfunctory, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" He gave his well-thought answer:"yeah, sure." "You sound worried," he said. I changed the subject and started talking about getting a gate pass so we could see him to the plane. Sometime during my monologue, he exchanged conspiratorial glances with his mother begging her to keep me from embarrassing him. As we approached the airport garage, I offered him a comouflaged Bible with the emblems of all the service brances. He checked it for the Marine emblem. I held my breath. I was passing him faith. Would he grip it? He did. It was the only thing he was allowed to bring, save his identification and the literal clothes on his back. When we arrived at the terminal, it was obvious the line was too long to quickly obtain a boarding pass. Mike looked at me and then held his mother with a reminding gaze of their tacit agreement. "We can't go with him," she said with a softness directed to me. "He'll be okay." Suddenly there wasn't enough air in this massive termainal. I loosened my colar and hastily found a Southwest ticket agent. I pled my case with her. "Please, I need a gate pass now. My son is going into the Marines, now." The agent assured me we would have time to wait in line. "But, not the quality time we need," I begged. It was not a convincing argument. The world was not going to stop for us, noreven pause. I looked at my son and acquisced. he offered me a handshake. Determined to thwart such a businesslike departure, I gripped him once again with that protective hug. The same one I'd given him fifteen years earlier. I knew this hug would have to be thousands of times stronger. I needed this hug to be bullet proof, bomb proof,and heartbreak proof. I needed this hug to hold him until I see him again. As he rode the escalator out of sight, I shot him one last hug- it's the one described in Psalm 32:9. "May the Lord's unfailing love surround the man who trusts him." Written By Norris Burkes When, I read this it made me think of all the men and women who have left the safety of their families and their homes and are out there protecting us. Every day I am sure someone goes through something close to to this . May god bless all the ones over there already and any others who may leave soon. We all will be waiting for you to come home. With that protected Hug.

Do not peck a woman on the forhead or the end of the nose, or jerk at her bonnet strings in haste to get through. Do take the left hand of the young lady in your right; let go of her hat, just let it drop. Throw your left hand over the lady's shoulder and let it fall down to her waist. Draw her gently and lovingly to your heart. Do not be in a hurry. Her left hand is in your right. Clasp it firmly, gently, and with thought and respect. Do not be in a hurry. Her head lies on your shoulder. Look in to her half-closed eyes. Lean forward with your head, not your body. Take good aim... the lips meet.... the eyes close... the heart opens..... do not be in a hurry... the heart forgets all bitterness, and the incomparable art of kissing is learned. On that sweet note, and before things move toward the torrid, I will bid a fond farewell. Author Unknown

This is a baby Fawn about 3 weeks old not sure on age who mom was killed near a high way my cousin was driving and saw this little fawn almost get hit by two different vehicles but no one would stop for her. So, my cousin pulled over to the side of the road and was able to pick her up. As you can see she was just a little bigger then a sneaker very scared and just wanted to be cuddled. My cousin made phone calls and found a ZOO that is or has taken her. Seeing that a white Fawn is sooooo rare she will have a very good home. My cousin wanted to keep her she was so sweet but its against the law. He also knew she be better off in a zoo set up to raise her and keep her healthy seeing that she was so rare of a fine. But, he got to name her POWDER. Awsome is she not. I wanted to share it with you. Not to often something really neto comes along like this. So pure and pretty. Please let me know what you think about her.