Entries By Linda
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I held something in my hand. What an awesome thing to hold. I have power when I hold. I can hold a flower and crush it to smell is fragrance. I can hold it out to someone else to give it. I can hold it tight to make sure no one else can have it. I can hold it out for all the world to see. I held it. It held me with the thought that it was mine to hold. God holds us in His hand too. He sometimes crushes us in circumstances to release our fragrance of praise and trust and faith. He holds us to give light to a lost and dying world. He holds us tight and won’t let us go even when we fall. He holds us for all to see. I held something. It was this thought of holding.Posted By linda On 11.22.2008 @ 12:30 pm
something you run on; something it’s not easy to stay on! It’s best to get on the right track. It’s a pain to track your time, but it helps keep you “on track”. Tracking my menu for the weeks is the best way for me to stay at/get to my proper weight. How do I know when my 60 seconds is up? I want to keep track of this time too! But then I might not pay attention to what I’m typing. This is a fun exercise. Except that I am starting to babble which means that I am getting off track. Maybe this doesn’t stop me at 60 seconds. Hmmmmmm……Posted By Linda On 06.24.2009 @ 5:30 am
His long dark hair hung over his left eye. Mysterious. I could almost taste him upon my lips. Licorice. Dark and Intense. He seemed approachable, his casual stance giving motion to my feet.
“Hey”, I just managed to procure before losing my breath in his deep blue eyes as he looked up into mine.Posted By Linda On 09.02.2009 @ 9:03 pm
I felt that I had to cleanse my palate after the horrible meal that I shared with my least favorite acquaintance. You know the type, there the persdon that calls you once a month to ask you to meet for lunch on what happens to be the busiest day of your week so far; the person that sends an email every other day to inform you of what a bastard her boyfriend-of-the-week is and how much she loves him in spite of it all…we all have that friend-acquaintance.Posted By Linda On 08.11.2009 @ 6:46 am
fall down, building help this cant be happening. What are we going to do? We have to survive, but we can’t. It’s too much. We will die, oh well. It’s not the end though, is it? Things go on. Without us, don’t they? Will we go on? Maybe not. Not so that we remember it anywayPosted By linda On 08.04.2009 @ 5:46 pm
E-arth: Blue in appearance from the distance. A giant watermelon covered in rotten sultanas. E-arthlings are best known for their tendancy to get into bad habits and rarely get out of them without seeking some form of divine intervention. Falling apart at an alarming rate, disintegrating exponentially as time progresses.
… waiting patiently for the end of it all.Posted By Linda On 08.02.2009 @ 6:05 pm