The curse has been broken

Ok, so marriage is something I would like to experience some time. I also wrote in my last blog, that this desire for my husband ( ? ) is a curse along with that pain in child birth. This curse has been broken though, by God through his son Christ Jesus. We only have but to except this gift, or allow God to begin the work of spell braking in our own lives. When I was 5 years old God revealed this to my young heart. He has been recreating me a little more every day. Until the day when I stand before my King, my father, Lord and savor, I will feel the scares of the sin, but I do not have to fall hopeless to the ground in defeat to that curse. For I know that Through God the father son and holy spirit, the battle, the curse has been won, broken. The curse has not prevailed. Ya!

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wet pavement.

Remember that song we used to sing when we were kids, the one we sang when we wanted to go frolic in the out doors but we didn't because it was raining. Rain rain go away come again some other day. Or the one about the old man, It's raining it's poring the old man is snoring, he got out of bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning. Why did we sing those songs, I mean what happen to the old man? I remember, a few times, during the summer when I was a kid my parents would let us play in the rain. This sounds strange I think, but I like the smell of wet pavement, and I used to lay on it face up eyes closed, every other sense awake. The side walk would be warm from the summer sun of the day, and the rain falling on me would be cool. I remember thinking this is so beautiful God. To know God, is to really experience life, in a vivid sort of way, to have every sense, AWAKE.

Little mundane pleasures of life

It’s Monday afternoon, and I am very thankful for the little mundane pleasures of life that God gives us. For Lunch I sautéed onions in a bit of butter, I seasoned it with garlic powder and dried cilantro a bit of black pepper and some pink Himalayan sea salt. After the onions were slightly soft, I lowered the temp on the stove top and cracked three eggs over the onions, after they were set a bit I turned them and the onions over and added a bit of parmesan. after two more minutes it was ready with the eggs being just a little runny. It was really good. As I sat there eating I thanked our Father as I took a bite. I thanked him for each ingredient and I thanked him for letting us experience good tasting things. for making our taste buds. He didn’t have to do that, He didn’t have to make us that way and he didn’t have to make good tasting things to eat, but he did.

Colorado

In the fall of 1995 I attended vincennes University. I studied sign language and English. All that semester, I was not motivated, and I had decided that I didn't know what I wanted to major in. As December came around I had decided not to go back second semester. That first semester was already really expensive, and I didn't want to spend more money when I had know idea what I wanted to do. I moved back home, and got a job at Wall-mart as a night st ocker in the craft and fabric department. I hated it, and worst of all I felt like I was a failer. At that point, sense i was working at night and sleeping during the day I really did not have a group of people to fellowship with. Also, all my friends had moved away to collage or got married and started having kids. In July of 1996, I decided to take advantage of my Aunt and Uncle's offer to come stay with them in Colorado, I remember making the chose as a response to feeling like I was too comfortable just living at home. I lo...

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