Where does this lost lamb begin?

Took a few days off from writing on here, I say here because did work on my book. Though I was already bowing out of Neurotic Lamb for a couple of days to work on that piece that will be so awesome it will hit the Freshly Pressed and it will be that good it would work like gangbusters. Well that is highly questionable because I am not that good, though the challenge is doing some good in keeping  my mind off of stuff which is why I set myself away from this postings because it was becoming , geez how do I say it? It’s not the blogging, or the website it was me who was obsessive over those tiny little stars and those frigin stats, driving me crazy.

Hate to say it but I really was getting a bad taste for jealousy over so many having so much traffic and my site won’t say it could  hardly be traffic at all but will mention with gratitude and very impressed with those that have routinely returned. First of all they are awesome at what they do, maybe their talent will rub off too? That’s my plan they don’t know it so hush please don’t tell them but they will leave little bits of themselves and I will one day be as good as them. So hush now don’t tell anyone, we can’t all be great  you know.

Besides my nonsense, in came another which  was already  known even wrote one or two posts on the subject. See the problem is I named this Learning MY Path Towards Gods. It’s the My, me’s, I’s, they beauty of having a blog is writing all the things people rarely give you time to say. Expressing all those feelings that no one has shown an interest in you about. It felts so good to get stuff off of my chest. Liberating wouldn’t you say?

Problem is in learning the path towards God I am supposed to give up myself to get there which has been the major topic in all of the blogs. A little over done should I say? It’s just seems like a mission impossible tasks. Do you think they should try that in the movie franchise to take Tom Cruise and have him just try to break away from his nasty habits and see just how successful he would be? Maybe that why they have him jumping off of building, railroad trains and other such dangerous duties, it’s most likely more probable for success and would need a lot less safety nets around too.

So back to a more fresh reasoning, is that I named it that way because in all concerns that I do not know the path, so there was no way I could make it ” a path towards God” or ” how to learn your path towards God” it had to be” my path” in order to not fool others into thinking I would know anything about how the Lord works.

Naturally seasoned walkers with God would know that I am doing  it all wrong but another who is like me wouldn’t get it, maybe not, it still wasn’t worth the risk. This other part was and is still attached in my foolish tendencies is there is just so much going on out there. Sitting in my room barely hanging on almost feels I am being forced to watch  it all unfold and there isn’t a finger I can lift to stop it, slow it down or anything.

Rioting over cartoons and films seems like unreasonable reactions, look I am all for standing by your faith but to hurt another because of it maybe one needs to rethink things. The paster pointed out how Christian sat idle to Jesus’s cross being placed into a jar of urine, declared art and everyone has seen South Park’s Jesus.

The moderate reasonable family of the Islamic faith must be trembling because of these people who really are just using all of this faith strike that out religion to be violent. Wish that it could be explained that they are being used by Satan, instead of their God. Now I have no education on how any religion works, don’t even get my own faith of Christianity. Heaven or hell for them don’t know but for this kind of behavior to happened you would have to come to terms on how hard and difficult their lives are. The oppression has got to be unbearable to break so many into this temper.

Of course Satan is in a hurry to get his hands on everyone because he knows his days are numbered. My days are numbered, your days are numbered, will we be ready?

I don’t know if I will be. Last night my friends the one who so many of you were kind enough to join in the blog chain for prayer she wrote a book. This book tells her story and it wasn’t pretty unfortunately it was an all to common story of pain and abuse, hard to take but it wasn’t nearly as hard to comprehend as her expressing how Jesus fills her void – the hole in her heart and fills her needs. Since I have begun this journey feel as though my hole has grown wider and deeper. The pain of loneliness and self-worth has ballooned. A little note in the back of my head says this is Satan’s work, another little clips says when you purge your body of toxins you will be sick before you get better. I remember also in spring cleaning you make a huge mess before it the house becomes spotless (why is that?) and this is why I am trying to stay on course.

Where can I begin, or do I do not know but what can be said is thank you to those who kept a an ear on what I have written, to those who did send out their prayers which by the way one that I had asked for is coming back to our WordPress world blogging,http://athomewithgod.wordpress.com  so thank you even more so for helping in her healing process which is still on going and remember tomorrow is for my friend’s appointment for the decision on what is to be done for the brain tumor.

I can be thankful for the award nomination given to me by  Tapish Gupta http://lifeof24hours.wordpress.com Personally just the very fact of being able to connect around the world is the real excitement is at and what lead to my obsession in the stats, just seeing the countries lit up on the map, didn’t get that coming in would happen. On that note will be doing the blog to pass on the nominations today my Riley is feeling needy. Hope I get all my typos done before she really pushes on her neediness.

My grand baby did her first finger painted hand and she looks so cute in that new hair cut that the brush is much more kind in brushing without all of those tangles gone. And lastly but not least I am thankful for the grace of God in giving each of us more chances to learn.

                                                                                    Psalm 91

New International Version (NIV)

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High  will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a] 2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,  my God, in whom I trust.”3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare   and from the deadly pestilence. 4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge;   his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,   nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7 A thousand may fall at your side,  ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. 8 You will only observe with your eyes  and see the punishment of the wicked.9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”  and you make the Most High your dwelling, 10 no harm will overtake you,   no disaster will come near your tent. 11 For he will command his angels concerning you  to guard you in all your ways; 12 they will lift you up in their hands,  so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;   you will trample the great lion and the serpent.14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;  I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;   I will be with him in trouble,  I will deliver him and honor him. 16 With long life I will satisfy him     and show him my salvation.”


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