August 1, 2008
I just woke up from a 5 hour power nap. I had not slept since Wednesday night, and had started feeling a little on the iffy side. Now, I feel well-rested. Except i'm like a night-hawk with nothing to do, or no where to go. I am so lame chatting away on netruss chat!!!
This one dude is telling me how he dated some girl 5 years ago, and what a whore she is. How sad? Even if she did mess up in life, half a decade passes and you still tell others how she made a wrong choice? That is sad. Shows what kind of person this guy is. Instead of blessing his ex, or praying for her, he put her down and mocked her. In return, this cannot bring blessing upon him. It will bring shame and embarassment.
Matthew 7:12 says, "Therefore, whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.
Why do people have to do that? Why mention the negatives verses the positives? Okay, so you date, and things do not work out. Boohoo. Be a man! Do not add more to the story. Do not boost your ego by lowering her womans-worth. His actions show me that he is insecure. By mocking her, he recieves some form of satisfaction. That satisfaction is temporary and not fulfilling. It is interesting how he does not see himself as the whore too. If you sleep with a whore, then you ARE one too! Correct? Oh how I want to mentor, or explain to young women the importance of setting morals and keeping them. At the end, there is blessings and fulfillment.
[Q: Should I consider asking the pastor for this opportunity? Speaking to girls as early as age 12+? I would tie it in with examples from he bible and biblical principles.]
I'm sitting on a nifty, wooden chair my little brother Peter built in his Wood Shop Class. It is quite luxurious. But before sitting down, I had to turn the cushion over. Our black, skinny cat likes to leave behind his history of hairballs. Ick.
I like writing these posts, it helps me get what is on my mind in writing. Always nice to have. I can visualize myself reading these posts years from now and being shocked and entrigued.
That's the beauty of life!
=)
I wish I were not tired and had gone fishing with Kyle's church tonight. It is so fun when I go. Now, I am not referring to fishing as the hobby, but rather of people.
Mark 1:16-20, Jesus says, " Follow me, and I will turn you into fishers of people."
Kyle's church gathers at 7pm Friday evenings, and give praise and worship for about an hour. Then they head out to the Clackamas Town Center Mall where they simply find people to talk to. This is so encouraging. There are people who do not know Jesus even in the simplest form. They virually know nothing about Christ or salvation. Others refuse to listen, wereas others begin crying and sharing their life stories. It is truly a blessing when I go. But I face a scheduling dilemma. On Friday evenings, I have youth choir rehearsal. Thus, whenever I have the chance to join The Net Gathering Church for fishing, I'll make sure to post a blog of my experience.
The Net Gathering Church Webpage:
Alrighty, I think i'm going to stop here for now, and go grab a scrumptious tangerine.
My daddy bought it. Just for me =)
Oh and last thing before I go. I find my father as the dearest man. He goes grocery shopping, and always purchases russian sausage and bread. So when I asked him to purchase fruit, he came home with a huge variety. He bought grapes, nectarines, granny smith apples, cherries, raspberries, blueberries, and tangerines. Now that's a man! Instead of hearing a possible complain of, "What? I don't like this fruit." He took a wide variety and played it safe. Wise, eh? Also, the cutest thing is when he reminds me, "Marinochka, podevisya tam y xolodilniky ya she kypiv molochny kolbasky dlya tebe." What a sweet heart. I love my daddy.
As for my mother, she is a wonderful woman of God. Her and I have many funny mother-daughter stories. Not the kind that a friend-friend share, but the sort that a mother-daugther might share. One of these days, I will be sure to type it all out.
Alright. Night Night. God bless.
Marina.
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