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Rita
| Main blog: | Saved By Grace | | Age: | 61 | | Birthday: | August 28th 1947 | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Sales / Marketing | | Education: | High school, School of life | | Religion: | Christianity | | Service Attendance: | Weekly | | Race/lineage: | White / Caucasian | | Location: | United States, Alabama |
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| Books: | The Bible, Hinds Feet on High Places, The Master, The Spiritual Man, anything written by Watchman Nee. I like good mysteries once in a while too. | | Authors: | Watchman Nee, Joyce Meyer, Hannah Hurnard, John Pollock, | | Music Genres: | Contemporary Christian, 70's rock, some country, some R&B, some pop | | Bands/Artists: | Paul Wilbur, Judy Jacobs, Karen Wheaton, Charlie Daniels, Kirk Franklin, Mercy Me, Phillips, Craig, and Dean | | Albums/CDs: | Bless the Broken Road, Resurrection, The Watchamn | | Songs: | Too many to list. | | Movies: | Steel Magnolias, Terms of Endearment, Beaches, Fried Green Tomatoes | | Colors: | Purple, Red, Burgundy | | Pets/Animals: | 2 dogs (Coco and Ginger), 1 cat (Kit) | | Season: | Spring | | Food: | ALL | | Quotes: | When you do what you've always done, you get what you always got. |
| Body Size: | Large | | Height: | 5' 7" (170 cm) | | Eyes: | Blue | | Vision: | Glasses when driving | | Hair Color: | Sandy Blonde | | Hair Style: | Wavy - Short | | Facial Hair: | None | | Skin Tone: | Light | | Clothing Pref.: | Cozy | | Tattoo Info: | nope | | Piercing Info: | Just my ears. |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Divorced | | Sexual Preference: | Straight/Heterosexual | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | Daily | | Liquor: | Gave it up | | Exercise: | Walking to the car only | | Biography/About: | I'm a born again Christian. I'm just an ordinary person, common as an ol' shoe, and if you ever meet me you'll know it right off. I've lived a life filled with struggles, trials and failures, and for many years I was on again, off again with the Lord. BUT He continued to work with me. He covered me, He received me over and over again and loved me always. Finally, at the age of 51, my situation and circumstances became unbearable. I had reached suicidal thoughts. My only hope was in Christ and I grabbed onto Him and haven't let go since. Living is still not easy, but God gets me through the valleys. | | Likes: | God; my daughters; my 2 dogs; my cat; solitude; a good cup of coffee first thing in the morning; earrings; polished nails; comfy clothes; anything sweet... | | Dislikes: | Anyone who abuses; deception; disloyalty; arrogance; racism; butter beans ;) |
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I was here this morning.
I'm getting ready to come back to "blogdrive"...
Am I ready Lord?
Isn't it just so sad the things we do that move us away from where we really want to be with God? What I mean is ... sometimes without even realizing what's happening we misdirect our focus for what seems like such a short time, and before we know it much time has passed, and we look up, with eyes wide in wonder and puzzlement, and think "Good Grief!!! "This is NOT where I wanted to be." Have you ever done that? I sure have, and it's been going on for a time.
You know, when I get into a nice, comfy, place I just want to stay there. Since I moved I've told a number of people that...
It's just too hot...
This heat is terrible. I know we all probably say the same things every year, but this summer I really mean it. My a/c quit working in my car and I've been unable to have it fixed. The mechanic says I need a new compressor.... Sooooo, when I go to work or shopping it's with the windows down and hoping to not get stuck sitting at traffic lights or in traffic too long.
The only pleasant thing about it is that driving down the road sweating, with the windows down and the wind blowing through does bring back memories of years ago when we didn't even have any a/c in our cars. ...
How futile our efforts...
I sat on the back porch the other night. I have my patio table out there and that's where I sit at least 3 times a day while Ginger wanders around the yard doing her thing. The porch light was on and I sat there watching a spider (my spider) working furiously in it's web. This spider had been there for a few weeks, had grown before my eyes, and as it grew it seemed to extend it's own little world outward periodically. It's web started out very small and by the night I last saw it, which just happened to be the evening before a thunderstorm, the size of its web had multiplied many times....
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