I have a thousand words! December 22, 2012. Is Physical Existence Permanent? When I think of death, I feel fear. Although there are certain things that I have been taught about what my life will be like after the death, I also have assumptions about what it will be like rather ethereal and mystical, without physical shape and form. But I wonder if those assumptions are true. Will I physically exist as long as my soul exists? What does Scripture say? Worldv.

In our 100-year-old farmhouse, we have broth, bread, and lots of Smucker personalities, and this blog is about our lives. Saturday, March 24, 2018. Post 8- Poverty and Wealth- What Happened Later. When the time is right, the suffering ends. My grandma died soon after my brother Marcus got married. My best memories are of those short years when we gi.

Thank you for making us physical beings. Beings that can reach out and touch each other and sip tea and feel the icy wind down our backs. 8220;My weight is my love; by it I am carried wherever I am carried. People and place have so much power over person.

Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea;. Reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet desires only exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens.

Random Brain Bits - A Collection of Misc. A random mixture of thought on varous subjects including, but not limited to life, death, money, politics, real estate, family, marriage, kids, pets, gardening, cooking, emotions, religion, computers, work, and friends. Wednesday, July 25, 2012. Overshadowing the college football season for me this year is the Penn State scandal. Not the death of Joe Paterno. Did I not help build it? College sports have very l.

I am a seeker of Jesus Christ. I love Him, but not to the depths that He loves me and I long to know those depths and experience the passion of His love to the fullest. Right now I am on a journey, as we all are, of seeking and discovering more of God, and spreading the love He gives us to those all around us. The beauty of early morning cirrus wisps. Splashed with color over ever-lightening sky. Stirred with rays of the morning sun, rising, rising, rising.

The nice Australian lady at. Taught us how to rescue dolls. I agree with her philosophy that many little girls prefer realistic dolls that resemble their own family members and friends.