09
Jul/2008

by monsterkookies

THIS IS MY BRAND NEW WEBSITE!

CHECK IT OUT!

I MAKE HOMEMADE JEWELRY FROM POLYMER CLAY

EVERY PIECE IS DIFFERENT AND MADE WITH LOVE!

Makes a great gift for a friend or loved one.

Cute jewelry like cupcakes, pies, icecream, and all sorts of candies and sweets.

AND I make custom designs.


CHECK IT OUT!
MONSTERKOOKIES.com... Read More

22
Feb/2008

by martysbiz

This full of strife life leaves us
wondering how will it all Work out; left—right flying arrows, darts trying to
hit their mark; To release their poison into my heart, causing me to depart from
the foundation laid by the words planted deep within. Though there is war
without, there is peace; deeply rooted that has found a source that never runs
dry. A source that will stand the test, not one, not two, but whatever it takes
to see me through.
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11
Feb/2008

by moorebettyboop

 
 sent by a dear friend..
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian
youth's rite of passage?

His father takes him into the forest,
blindfolds him and leaves him alone.

He is required to sit on a stump the whole
night and not remove the blindfold until the
rays of the morning sun shine through it.
He cannot cry out for help to anyone.
Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this
experience beca... Read More

02
Feb/2008

by martysbiz

Christ-Life is about growing people whose lives bear fruit. Our new byline found at the bottom of each website page says, “rooting people in the love of God that they may grow into the fullness of
Christ”. This comes from Ephesians 3:14-19 where
Paul prays, “that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in... Read More

02
Feb/2008

by moorebettyboop

 This was sent to me and carry's a special message.
 The Old Man and the Dog by Catherine Moore "Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.

"Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driv... Read More