Carol,
There has been times I've felt similar. When you get to feeling such,
find yourself a balloon. A balloon you say? Yes a balloon. A nice new
balloon not yet used. Get a hold of it, pump that dude up and with each
breath you breathe while filling it up, let Jesus show you those lies
that honker down on you, and expel them with each breath. Fill that
balloon good and full, but don't over fill it cause the fun part is coming
yet. If you got more lies being told you that you need to rid, they make
tons of balloons. So fill that dude up with lies and when it is good and
full? Pinch off the opening, sit back and you and the Lord have a good
smiling listen as you stretch the opening of the balloon apart just enough
to make that squeal sound. That's the lies screaming with horror as you
expel them into nowhere land as Jesus did the swine to the river... or
was it a cliff, can't recall. Nonetheless enjoy the peace of getting rid
of them. Just so ya don't think it is some sort of new age ritual or
something, it is merely an object lesson and fun way to focus on watching
the lies that the enemy tries putting on you, leave in horror. They're
like termites. You got those in the UK? They are like flying ants but they
have very little outer protective skin and thus need to build little sand
trails or tunnels where they go to keep from drying out and dying. If
exposed, they die. That's what such lies are. You have much to offer to
those you know, and although we do experience grief, disappointment,
discouragement and etc. in this world, Christ is there for us and we have
the guidance of the Holy Spirit and the love of the Father.
Brad
to fill in there, let those lies that are speaking to you exit right out
into that balloon.
on 02:40 AM 9/25/2006, Carol Pearson said:
Dear Brad,
It has been several weeks now since Fabian went from our home and I'm
experiencing a second really bad waive of grief. I just need a real dog
to hug! Now, don't get me wrong, folks. Roxy is great and we love her,
but she's not hugable, nor does she want to be. I never thought it would
be this bad - and I've had and lost some dogs in my life, but this time
round . . ..
I'm sobbing again as I write. Please pray for me everyone. Life is so
hard here and has been, honestly, for years. I just need decent sleep and
a few less of those sad, hard knocks from church and maybe, just maybe
I'll want to go on living.
--
Carol
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----- Original Message ----- From: "B Dunse" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, September 25, 2006 4:17 AM
Subject: Re: Zippy
Phil and Sandy,
What is it about pets that hit us so hard at their passing. The
unconditional love as Rhonda said, the innocence, the willingness to
please, the ability to be happy even when they don't feel good, and the
loyalty and simple enjoyment they bring us by allowing us to bring them,
and much more too. I've said good bye to many a dog in my life. Some with
long lives and some cut way short, each time I swear I'll never have
another because the pain is too hard, and our daily lives become wound
around their presence, yet one lays at the foot of the bed as I type. A
true snapshot of how without the willingness to chance heartbreak, we
can't experience love.
Brad
on 11:05 PM 9/22/2006, Phil Scovell said:
Zippy is a little dachshund we have had for about 17 or 18 years. The
kids
found him, or actually, a pizza delivery man got in out of the busy street
that runs in front of our house, and he gave it to my kids back in about
the
fall of 1989 or there abouts. Vets said he had to be at least one year
old
at the time if not more. Anyhow, we called him Zippy because he could zip
right away from you so fast, you couldn't catch him. The kids went all
over
the neighborhood trying to find the owner because I was positive that
little
dog had a little boy some place who wanted him back. Zippy always got
really upset when he smelled smoke. So the fourth of July was always hard
on him. We always wondered if there hadn't been a fire in his house and
he
got away from his owner to escape the smoke or something the way he acted.
All three of my kids, and now the grandchildren, all have grown up with
Zippy. This morning, Zippy had some kind of a heart attack, our vet
believes, and although he certainly was old, he was doing very well
physically. We didn't want him to suffer any longer so tonight our vet
came, this is the vet Sandy answers his phone for, and agreed it was
probably time for Zippy to be put to sleep. It is hard on everybody, in
fact, I had to leave the room, so you can see how I handle these things.
As
I sat and cried in my office, thinking about all the fun Zippy brought to
our family, I heard a voice saying, It would be worse if it were one of
your
children, or grandchildren, or your wife. I knew that was true. Anyhow,
it
is wonderful to be able to have pets the bring so much joy to a family.
Bye
Zip. I'll miss you.
Phil.
He's ready when you are.
www.SafePlaceFellowship.com
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