Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:01:08 AM

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"Perfect Actions"

Happy Re-Birthday

 

Jewel Reflecting

Midnight-Sunlight

Composit Image of The Tallest Building

Fairbanks Alaska at 10:00 PM

 

As promised something absolutely wonderful happened. I have absolutely nothing left in this world to lean on for help or support because that is simply the way the world is but I'm so happy so very happy because I saw the Light. Even though I have been blessed with the most precious friendship of someone who has stuck closer to me than a brother, a person who has made every effort to pull me out if the jaws of hell and make my way smooth and wonderful; I still lie beyond help, yet I'm so full of peace, joy and happiness like never before. Why would I be in such happiness even though I have no income, no certain place to live, no certain way to feed myself and all this in the most remote far northern reaches of the world? It's simply because The One who is the Light lives in me and the barrier between His Light and this world becomes exceedingly thin; so thin that I'm losing hold on any reference point to this world.

I'm so blessed and so grateful. Though I have nothing in this world I know that I have all things man could hope or dream for in the simple pure relationship I have with my father who loves me so much. Nothing can compare to His Love ...NOTHING at all. Now I understand why the story goes that man was created out of the dust of the earth and in that alone He had his relationship with his Creator and no woman could ever be a replacement for an eternal all powerful all loving Father. It was a great idea that He should think to make a companion out of something better than dust, something that came came from and should remain by his side.

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English Lessons

From the Days When

Meaning Was Conveyed Gracefully

 

Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.--JOB xiii. 15.

 

I praise Thee while my days go on;
I love Thee while my days go on:
Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
With emptied arms and treasure lost,
I thank Thee while my days go on.

E. B. BROWNING.

 

 

The sickness of the last week was fine medicine; pain disintegrated the spirit, or became spiritual. I rose,--I felt that I had given to God more perhaps than an angel could,--had promised Him in youth that to be a blot on this fair world, at His command, would be acceptable. Constantly offer myself to continue the obscurest 'and loneliest thing ever heard of, with one proviso,--His agency. Yes, love Thee, and all Thou dost, while Thou sheddest frost and darkness on every path of mine.

MARY MOODY EMERSON.

 

 

 

© Bill Watterson

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Thank You Bill Watterson; Live Forever and continue to Prosper !!!

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