Difficult Post from Denise (Justme2) Prayers Needed!!
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(((Denise)))
I'm so sorry to hear about your accident. I hope your doing better by now. And I'm so glad you came back to SR where you have so many friends who love you and want to help you. Denise, the only way it has worked for me was by taking one day at a time and by putting my trust and faith in my higher power. It has worked for me that way for a year now. I'm praying for you. Love, Rena'
I'm so sorry to hear about your accident. I hope your doing better by now. And I'm so glad you came back to SR where you have so many friends who love you and want to help you. Denise, the only way it has worked for me was by taking one day at a time and by putting my trust and faith in my higher power. It has worked for me that way for a year now. I'm praying for you. Love, Rena'
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thank you all for your kind words....well wishes and prayers
its a week ago tonight this has happened and it still hurts so bad....but not complaining...ive had this week to really think about things...really think about what drinking has done to me...had been doing to me..to all of US....dont ever turn back you guys
i hope your all doing ok....thanks again....gonna lay low until i feel better....hurts to even type
i continue to pray for all of you also...and i do know for a fact the big guy hears...how could he not...i sit and think about that...i can see a huge light going up from the hugs heart of SR
was outside a bit ago the sky is clear stars shining....i thanked him again....i know there is a reason this has happened...hard lesson learned....most are arent they
lots of love to you all...big big hugs....denise
its a week ago tonight this has happened and it still hurts so bad....but not complaining...ive had this week to really think about things...really think about what drinking has done to me...had been doing to me..to all of US....dont ever turn back you guys
i hope your all doing ok....thanks again....gonna lay low until i feel better....hurts to even type
i continue to pray for all of you also...and i do know for a fact the big guy hears...how could he not...i sit and think about that...i can see a huge light going up from the hugs heart of SR
was outside a bit ago the sky is clear stars shining....i thanked him again....i know there is a reason this has happened...hard lesson learned....most are arent they
lots of love to you all...big big hugs....denise
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Smiling through tears. (((((Thanks so much everyone))))) 
I hope you all have some peace joy and happiness in your lives. Take care of yourselves. All my love....Denise
I found this and wanted to share it, with you.
The Choice
He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on
the ground.
All of the Garden's inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks
hovered. Giraffes stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on
petals and watched.
"You will love me, creation," God said. "I made you that way. You will
obey me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will reflect my
glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this one will be
like me. This one will be able to choose."
All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed
something yet unseen. A seed. "It's called 'choice.' The seed of choice."
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, "But what if he..."
"What if he chooses not to love?" the Creator finished. "Come, I will
show you." Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of
tomorrow. "There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet
and the bitter."
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion.
Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the
love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters.
He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and
marveled at the warmth.
"Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your
greatest creation."
"Ah, but you've only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter." A stench
enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, "What
is it?"
The Creator spoke only one word: "Selfishness."
The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of
repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.
"This is the result of choice? the angel asked.
"Yes."
"They will forget you?"
"Yes."
"They will reject you?"
"Yes."
"They will never come back"?
"Some will. Most won't."
"What will it take to make them listen?"
The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future,
until he stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then he could smell the hay that would surround him.
With another step into the future, he paused before another tree. It
stood alone, a stubborn ruler on a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and the
wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it would be trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon he would be hung on it.
He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.
"Will you go down there?" the angel asked.
"I will."
"Is there no other way?"
"There is not."
"Wouldn't it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn't it be easier
to not give the choice?"
"It would," the Creator spoke slowly. "But to remove the choice is to
remove the love."
He look around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on
three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind. Men clad in soldier's garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played games in the dirt and laughed.
Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant,
cocky. They had protected God, they thought by killing this false one.
Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless.
Faces tear streaked. Eyes downward. One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away. She wouldn't leave. "I will stay," she said softly, "I will stay."
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity
poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
"It must be done...," he said, and withdrew.
But as he stepped in time, he heard the cry that he would someday
scream: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" He wrenched at tomorrow's agony.
The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful........"
The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."
They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the
clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him. God's form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of
the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped. Perhaps it was the wind that said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:
"It looks like ... it appears to so much like ... it is him!"
The angel wasn't speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He
was looking inside - at the soul.
"It's eternal!" gasped another.
Within the man, God has placed a divine seed. A seed of himself (A
seed of choice). The God of might had created earth's mightiest... And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.
Now it's our choice.
Author Unknown
I hope you all have some peace joy and happiness in your lives. Take care of yourselves. All my love....DeniseI found this and wanted to share it, with you.
The Choice
He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on
the ground.
All of the Garden's inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks
hovered. Giraffes stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on
petals and watched.
"You will love me, creation," God said. "I made you that way. You will
obey me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will reflect my
glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this one will be
like me. This one will be able to choose."
All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed
something yet unseen. A seed. "It's called 'choice.' The seed of choice."
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, "But what if he..."
"What if he chooses not to love?" the Creator finished. "Come, I will
show you." Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of
tomorrow. "There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet
and the bitter."
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion.
Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the
love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters.
He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and
marveled at the warmth.
"Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your
greatest creation."
"Ah, but you've only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter." A stench
enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, "What
is it?"
The Creator spoke only one word: "Selfishness."
The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of
repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.
"This is the result of choice? the angel asked.
"Yes."
"They will forget you?"
"Yes."
"They will reject you?"
"Yes."
"They will never come back"?
"Some will. Most won't."
"What will it take to make them listen?"
The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future,
until he stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then he could smell the hay that would surround him.
With another step into the future, he paused before another tree. It
stood alone, a stubborn ruler on a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and the
wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it would be trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon he would be hung on it.
He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.
"Will you go down there?" the angel asked.
"I will."
"Is there no other way?"
"There is not."
"Wouldn't it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn't it be easier
to not give the choice?"
"It would," the Creator spoke slowly. "But to remove the choice is to
remove the love."
He look around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on
three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind. Men clad in soldier's garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played games in the dirt and laughed.
Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant,
cocky. They had protected God, they thought by killing this false one.
Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless.
Faces tear streaked. Eyes downward. One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away. She wouldn't leave. "I will stay," she said softly, "I will stay."
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity
poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
"It must be done...," he said, and withdrew.
But as he stepped in time, he heard the cry that he would someday
scream: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" He wrenched at tomorrow's agony.
The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful........"
The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."
They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the
clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him. God's form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of
the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped. Perhaps it was the wind that said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:
"It looks like ... it appears to so much like ... it is him!"
The angel wasn't speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He
was looking inside - at the soul.
"It's eternal!" gasped another.
Within the man, God has placed a divine seed. A seed of himself (A
seed of choice). The God of might had created earth's mightiest... And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.
Now it's our choice.
Author Unknown
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Wow Denise...what an incredible post! Gave me chills.
Hey...sending back to you love and strength. I hope that you are continuing to feel better. Rest and let Joey and your hubbie take care of you. Heck, have a big ice cream Sundae! Whoops...forgot...too cold up there in the North for that...well...go for a Pizza!
Love you Sister!
Laci
Hey...sending back to you love and strength. I hope that you are continuing to feel better. Rest and let Joey and your hubbie take care of you. Heck, have a big ice cream Sundae! Whoops...forgot...too cold up there in the North for that...well...go for a Pizza!
Love you Sister!
Laci
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