Yearly Archives: 2006

Rude & Disrespectful

Do rude, disrespectful people realize their own behavior? I don’t think so. If they did, wouldn’t they change their behavior or their way of thinking? Or maybe they just don’t care.

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I have one day left of my vacation. Maybe driving to Pennsylvania to see family was not what I needed. There is a cure; a release for the sadness that is suddenly choking the life out of me but it’s not within my reach. Time is the answer and it is ticking by ever so slowly.

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Push & Shove

I’ve been talking to my friend Frances on a daily basis lately. She is the one that I met online a couple of months back. I told her that every time I drive past the church she attends I feel compelled to stop and visit so we planned to meet in the parking lot first thing this morning but then she never showed up.

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A Whisper or a Nudge?

A Whisper or a Nudge

I met a girl online a few weeks back, her name is Frances. I saw that she attended a church I pass frequently driving through Huntsville; it’s called The Rock Family Worship Center. I don’t know anything about their mission or staff, other than they are non-denominational but every time I drive by, I feel like I am being called into that place. Does that make sense? When it comes to God, anything is possible and I’ve heard how He works in the sense of getting His will done.

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Good Little Girls Don’t Behave This Way

Warning: The following story may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Kerri Bishop-Reece 2 yrs old

Praying daily is one of the steps on my ten steps to healing me list. My first thought was “this won’t be so painful,” but then I had a flashback of me so many years ago. A little, sweet-faced four-year old girl, following my mother down the stairs.

What had I done wrong? I didn’t want him to do those dirty things to me. I didn’t understand. Why was I such a bad girl? I was just so scared and couldn’t stop crying. What was wrong with me?

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