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I rode my bike with training wheels, as I turned my training wheels locked, I fell hard, two bloody knees…48 years later …

I believe in Jesus Christ stated openly would kill the gross perverse elites.

Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee stated out loud would drive out the fake prophets and promises you believe in.

I dare your to say out loud

Here I am Jesus, I hear you now!

Don’t let Satan steal your soul through fake news, fake money, fake drugs, and lies.

Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with me.

Holy Mary Mother God pray for us sinners

Protect and save the children from the wicked and the elite.

Look up at the sun, moon, stars and ask to be saved by the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

By the power of the Holy Spirit, condemn Satan and the 200 fallen who walk among us.

Say this out loud every day and watch your world change before your eyes.

My ideal day from beginning to end is for every soul to give their life to Jesus.

Ask for him to enter your heart.

Pray for the conversion of Souls and the destruction of the wicked.

Cold, hard ground

Lifeless, dimmed

Sadness, tears

Flow down

He’s gone

I miss you dad

I miss Spring.

As a little girl in the seventies, I would turn the radio to all the emergency broadcast radio am stations. The static, the radio broadcast emergency signal, I was fascinated by the sound. Now, I’m obsessed with anything weather radar. It reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of how powerful God is through weather and how his only son died for all humanity as lightning shattered through the man made cross. Watching the power of God through weather radar is an awesome display of human technology.

Words cannot express the sadness that I feel for this young man, for his father, his mother, his brothers. May this act of violence, this act of unnecessary evil, this act of uncontrolled emotion in this chaos created by Satan open the doors to the true light of Jesus Christ. Satan may have thought he won in the moment, but I think he awaken the Lion. I proclaim Jesus is my Savior, in the heavens above, the WORD of the Lord.

A random act of kindness, is a random thing to say, kindness should not be random, it should be something that happens every day.

1978,1983,1987 were typical, the internet ruined everything, I miss the Dewey Decimal System. People wear underwear on their heads, I miss leg warmers. Bring back modesty, mystery, and manners. I’m sad that today is no longer typical, it’s all become abnormal.

Enough said.

Indifference seems to have a negative connotation;however, to have a friend that accepts you no matter how you argue, laugh, and feel is something that I value. “Meh, ok, see you tomorrow, you wanna get something to eat, later, let me know when you wanna hang out, thanks,” sometime a friend that doesn’t read into things, can be a rare find.

I find this topic bizarre and I now accept my age.

Jot is a funny word.

Obviously not now, but when I was eight, she was my role model. I miss the innocence of being outside and running through mud.

There is no job that is free. Free will is free. If I considered it a job, then I am not free.

I remember vividly that I wanted to be Samantha Stephens, the housewife, witch, in the Bewitched TV series. She had a neat house, could wiggle her face and majestically do magic. Jeannie however was controlled by a human and lived in a small bottle- although I loved the color pink- not happening! Samantha’s mom, Angora, wore thick blue eyeshadow with eyeliner, I could not wait until I could wear makeup so I could have enchanted eyes! After watching the afternoon show, I waited for my brother to return from school, I rode my Big Wheel around waiting for the day to begin!

Mom and dad, just mom, just dad, grandma, grandpa, teach your babies that God made them in the heavenly light. They were placed on earth and their life force is precious. Through ugly words, cruel jokes, and manufactured beauty our children are dying. Teach the child that they grow in God’s love. Big teeth, second hand clothes, bagged lunches, poor hygiene, bad grades, too big or too fat…guide them that life isn’t fair but they matter. They matter to God. Teach them to live in his light and shield them from the darkness of our society. God gave every mother a mission, to love and protect their child. Teach your child that God is the only one who determines death. Ten years old, is too young to die because they thought they weren’t good enough. Parents be parents, be selfless, be honest, your job is to teach them about God.

We still go back to paper. Just today, I signed five pieces of paper before my medical appointment. AI programs contort images all the time. For example, when you see a cool image and realize they have eight fingers. I try terribly to draw on my tablet, and with one tap I deleted my work…oh….no back up either because I was too lazy to set up my settings. I miss the year 1983. Wheelies in the dirt, scabbed knees, and an awesome farmers tan. Now, I hate what we have become. But I am glad I can follow my spouse to see how far away they are from home on my phone. Don’t worry, we all track each other on our family phone plan. I do like I can stick it to the man with my most prophetic passive aggressive post on social media. It seems to help remind me about the power of the first amendment and as I watch those in Europe being jailed, I’m like ok freedom truly isn’t free!

They said no, they told me no, I don’t know. They said no.  Sometimes “no” can be a learning experience which in my world is a new opportunity. The power of “no”can mean a lot of things when faced with adversities, struggles, and challenges, but one power that “no” has is the ability to raise determination for a new opportunity. I never say “no” – I always say that could be a new opportunity.

I miss my dad, I wish I could go back in time, make more time to spend with him.

A good thunderstorm is my absolute favorite. As I hope for no tornadoes or hail, I still love a good thunderstorm in the summer. The calm before, the ominous skies approaching, flashes of lightning, and that big boom crack before the rains pour down! So good!

Daily writing prompt

What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

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It has taken me many years to understand when Satan is near, but I can tell you I now know that one clue is negative thoughts. Whispers of hate, insecurities, and distortions. People forget Satan hated mankind, was jealous that God held man over the angels. “In his image…” Satan will do everything to distort God’s creation. What is his master plan…? Think of the confusion with these statements: it has a heart beat but is not a life form yet, you were made in the wrong body, you need this to feel good, your not good enough, your ugly, you should be the winner, you are better than them, you are not worth it, and worst of all you should kill yourself. You don’t think Satan knows what he’s doing to distort God’s creation? 200 fell to earth to worship the one fallen angel and you don’t think that they have a plan? God’s promise was sent as a rainbow enveloped in the skies after the flood. Was that message distorted? Teach yourselves that the noise of distortion is hell on earth. If I could go back I would say to my younger self, life may seem unfair but God sent Jesus as your compass, stay the course and know that who you are was made in the image of God. When I feel the negative creep, I pray the rosary for myself and those who are suffering in this hell on earth.

I skipped school a lot. I mean a lot. In the early nineties, in my town there were two roads. One to college and one to a trailer park. I wanted neither. Oddly my choices led me to a path less traveled. I saw the world, I learned a trade, and I learned everything was a choice that had a result. Failure was just something written on paper by somebody else. I could either learn from my experience or be paralyzed into a vicious cycle of rinse, wash, and repeat. Some years, I learned and other years, I wasted time doing laundry. Failure is a positive consequence to avoid being eaten by paper tigers, to outsmart paper foxes, all while wearing a paper gown.

With the amount of evil in the world, I am not sure if “superstitious” is the word. I carry my rosary everywhere and when I don’t have it, my soul gets queasy. I think there is a fine line between superstitious and supernatural. What it is, I’m not sure. But when I see a cardinal, find a feather, and look up at the time and it’s 11:11, I’m definitely thinking about a different realm.

Every time I go to a big box store, I find myself going to the pet section. There, I see hundreds of fish eyes staring at me. I hear, “pick me, look what I can do, I have a personality!” … I gaggle by the cat toys and I immediately look over my shoulder…and all are staring me. One fish, one cup, with three air holes poked at the top of the lid. Just hanging out, suspended in time, hoping to be chosen. Praying to be chosen, to be loved, to be cared for. I want to save them all. I stand in front of all of them. Some just do nothing, some just wave a fin, but one is so desperately trying to get my attention. I say “ok, I pick you.” I carry him all through the store, placed next to a bag of chips, and finally we check out. Splashing, water gathers a little at the top as I roll my cart to my car. I place him in my center console, and his new home awaits. I am definitely a Beta Fish, randomly chosen in this world to make difference in someone’s world. God chose me. Jesus saved me.

Dear Lady, I hope you’re sitting straight, all those years of slouching may have caught up with you. Remember when you saw your grandparents sitting in church and you noticed that they were a little hunched over…did you take your vitamins? So many things on your to do list I hope you didn’t forget yourself. Jesus is near and keeps smiling, for heaven is waiting for its next star! Keep your head up!