good or bad,
leads us to truth.
good or bad,
leads us to truth.
You’ll never understand me
But really that’s okay
I have better things to do
Than fight online all day
I have minds to change
Hearts to save
Actions to do
Love be a slave
Talking to you is
Wasting my time
I would rather be
Composing my rhyme
Just please–go away
Don’t you have other stuff to do?
I am far too busy today
To get tangled up with you
Your directive is lost
Because I control my own life
People like you
Should just, “Put down the knife!”
Get a hobby
Oh, I know
You could join the gun lobby
I choose to live life
With no weapon or guns
I may lose my life
But I won’t take anyone’s
You can’t hold evil
You can’t trust yourself
I trust God
Not a gun on a shelf
You can say that’s foolish
But only a fool would say that
Says so in the Bible
I could show you where it’s at
I have better things to do
Than worry about dying
Or to worry about your words
Or to spend my day crying
I have love to give
People to hold
Security in this life
And my ability to get old
Nothing in this life
Has power over me
Not fear, not illness
Not death, not greed
What has power over me
Is what Jesus said
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
That part was in red.
I know you don’t get it
I know you live in fear
I know you need your gun
That part is very clear
I can be killed
I can come to harm
But I won’t pick up
And carry an arm
The only arm I need
Is the right hand of the throne
It’s more powerful
Than the gun you own
Peace at all cost.
Even in death,
Obedience is not lost.
I’d rather be
On Gandhi’s side
Or Jesus or Buddha
Or any peace-loving guide
Jesus asked his friend
To put down his sword
Then marched to his death
And he willingly went forward
I’m not afraid to die.
That is truly being free.
I would fight to live,
But if overcome, let it be.
I’ll never carry a gun
I’ll never live in fear
I have something better to do
Than debate my views on here
If you don’t like my opinion, there are millions of other blogs. Let me Google that for you! 😀
This is my
rifle blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle blog is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle blog is useless. Without my rifle blog, I am useless. I must fire compose my rifle blog true. I must shoot straighter write clearer than my enemy who is trying to kill silence me. I must shoot delete him/her before he/she shoots responds to me. LOL
There are many blogs, but this one is mine! See what I did there? Step! OFF! Girl, bye.
does not feaR men or guns.
time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive
with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor
oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands
demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.
AR-FIFTEENS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.
This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.
If you need a gun to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.
AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.
Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.
We fed the Condo Bunny under the stairs yesterday. He really enjoyed the lettuce. It was very peaceful to watch a timid bunny eat. If a bunny will eat in your presence, then you’re doing life correctly.
Lilli took this shot. Good job, Hon.
Shhhh. Bunnies are eating.
Demi, known as The Lupie Momma on WordPress, is turning 27 this year. She is not disappointed about getting older, she’s planning a huge 30th birthday celebration. (Get it, girl!) But she is a little sentimental about her daughter growing up so fast. Demi has a sweet, little girl who is almost 4. Demi is a wife and mother by day, working gal by night.
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Are you Christian or other religious affiliation? Do you give for a specific reason?
Let us know how the book is coming, Demi. I can post a link in an update. Thanks for sharing!
3 Do not let kindness and truth leave you;
Bind them around your neck,
Write them on the tablet of your heart.
3 being manifested that you are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.
Write God’s words with a Sharpie on your heart.
When you wear a necklace, let it be of LOVE or a HEART or the CROSS.
The cross is a symbol of death, but also of love and sacrifice for the entire human race.
Only God can turn death into life.
Keep the letter of the law.
And if not, the spirit of the law.
And if not, GRACE.
And if for no one else–for your own safety and benefit.
Carve into the center of who you are what God wants.
Write those words.
By forgiveness and kindness, we shall be known.
By bearing God’s image, we shall be loved, saved, and most of all, forgiven.
if you want to feel
better. learn how to focus
not on have but give
Had a hard day today. Had a hard week this week. But when I focused on someone else and doing good for them, I felt better. Things got better.
I close my eyes
To listen for your words
They feather down on me
Like a flock of birds
When I find my still
And meditate on choice
I climb through clouds
And hear your voice
My sunglasses sprinkled
With drops of rain
I don’t mind
Transcend this plane
I open my eyes
And see your worlds
Buzzing like a hive
Dancing on my vision
Proof that you’re alive
I pray to you
Bring me peace
Does my calm increase
For your amazing display
I am humbled and awed
By your magic every day
I skimmed an article the other day about a woman with 5 children. It started with her morning routine and I couldn’t make it past bed-making. It looked like an attempt for recognition for her task-filled day as a working mother.
She began with, “After making 5 beds…” She has 5 children and not one of them can make a bed?
I would teach the child to make their own bed. And if they can’t? Unmade beds are the least of your problems.
I would admire you more if you taught your children how to care for themselves rather than ask for attention in doing for your kids. Or you taught them a lesson and one to yourself about leaving and accepting the unmade beds.
“Want a made bed?” I would ask my child. “Let me show you how.”
Yes, sometimes I make my child’s bed. But she’s one child and I’m happy to do it. She works hard at school, makes straight As, and doesn’t always have time. And if it doesn’t get done? That’s ok.
She knows how to make one and can do it if I ask her. One can also just shut the door.
One day your kids will care about the way their room looks and until then, it doesn’t matter. As long as there’s no pizza or soda actively attracting ants under the bed, right??
Joy is found in the wrinkled, wrestled sheets of bedtime tickles and snuggly stories of the day. Don’t sweat the small stuff. You have 5 kids, you should know this.
At the end of your life, do you want to say, “All the beds were made, every day”?
Or do you want your kids to know, “Mom loved me.”
Zen-like enlightenment or peace does not originate from a made bed. If anything, it is the opposite. The acceptance of impermanence. It’s strange that some humans endeavor in a lifelong attempt at domesticating Earth and they made an entire website devoted to it (looking at you, Pinterest). Peace comes at the realization of bed-making futility. The temporal tool of Bed should be put into perspective. It’s for sleeping, not decorating. It can be enjoyed, not fussed over.
It’s also home to several million bed mites. I’m sure they like it neat. The bed mites appreciate your hard work, Mom. LOL
When we wake up, we should greet the day with awe at the rising sun. Not worry about the messy sheets. It’s a process. I get it. I’m talking to myself as much as anyone.
Who makes their kid’s bed? Just curious.
Christian or not, until we submit to the Power that created us, Universe or God (as long as we struggle against the nature of things?) we will only know strife and pain. If we submit to the higher power of God/Nature, we will become one with the everlasting.
Experience true peace and happiness.
To try and control that which we do not understand will bring inconsolable sadness and eternal, unquenchable desire.
It is futile to rail against the inevitable in pursuit of the inconsequential.
To misinterpret is human. To understand is divine.
We must embrace the overwhelming power of Creator and become Creature. It’s the difference between Heaven and Hell. And the difference between Languidness and Transcendence.