Yes there will be erections but they will be used to hammer the nails into your new home.
OH my God ...LOLOLOLOLOLOL.... I just spit water all over my screen!
Thanks...next time give me some warning!
Too funny!!!!
when i was a kid....i used to look at the wt illustrations of paradise conditions and would day dream about life in the new system....i later used this same technique (shame on me) to brain wash bible students.
however...as i grew up lol (apparently!
) the illustrations changed....and became more modern.
Yes there will be erections but they will be used to hammer the nails into your new home.
OH my God ...LOLOLOLOLOLOL.... I just spit water all over my screen!
Thanks...next time give me some warning!
Too funny!!!!
i used to love getting my jw.com notifications that someone replied to my post!
it was the only way i could keep up the different coversations.... has anyone else noticed they've stopped?
i dont get them anymore.
Star, thanks for the link. I didnt know if anyone else noticed..but it was driving me crazy!
Btw, I'm still not getting any either... er .. um... emails, that is!
any outstanding prayers that you can remember / recall?.
we had one brother here who was renowned for his very long prayers, sometimes running to as much as 15 minutes in length.
congregational members would have to leave halfway through to catch taxi's etc, he was a dear old soul though, in his younger days before he kicked the bucket, he was a wheelwright, probaly one of the last of his particular craft, repairing horse drawn carriages.. another brother at the convention was known for the shortest prayer, he just said thankyou 3 times and that was it.. once we had the co visiting, george hilton his name was, cheerful old sod from yorkshire, it was the aux pio and reg pio meeting.
EVERYONE NOW
Lazurus lay sleeeeeping... in a cold stone cave......
How his sisters mourned him...........none there he could save......
Isnt this so uplifting??
thursday june 13, 2002
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/storyprint.cfm?storyid=2046387 .
underwear prank before lost teenager died in bush .
two of the youngsters sneaked over to the toilet to give him a fright
God, how much joking around did they need to do with this poor kid? Cant they tell when to give it up....
any outstanding prayers that you can remember / recall?.
we had one brother here who was renowned for his very long prayers, sometimes running to as much as 15 minutes in length.
congregational members would have to leave halfway through to catch taxi's etc, he was a dear old soul though, in his younger days before he kicked the bucket, he was a wheelwright, probaly one of the last of his particular craft, repairing horse drawn carriages.. another brother at the convention was known for the shortest prayer, he just said thankyou 3 times and that was it.. once we had the co visiting, george hilton his name was, cheerful old sod from yorkshire, it was the aux pio and reg pio meeting.
LOL!
Bet they all felt realllll stupid after that!
am i making too uch ado about nothing?.
when i was a jw, i went to my girlfriend's house.
there were like 8 kids in the family.
wow, I love little naked babies, playing in tub, etc... but NOT of their private anatomy!!
That is OUT OF LINE!!!
Please report this to someone.....it disturbs me, greatly.
i need to vent because i feel like i'm going to explode.
please bear with me while i 'try' to describe what is going on.
in less than two weeks my baby graduates high school.
The fact that I came from hell and was able to break many vicious cycles, proves that those around me when I was growing up could have done the same.
Mimilly...seriously, are you living in my head? You, Lauralisa and I need to get together and have a long good talk. We all sound so much alike. Your quote above is something I say to my husband almost every day.
I used to make excuses for the abuse I went through, they didnt know better, my mother was abused by her mother, etc.... but now I am a mother and love my son more than life itself. I cannot imagine finding joy in hurting him...so how could my mother do that to me? It makes me angry that she didnt love us kids more, enough to break the cycle.
All I can do is be happy and thank God every day that I was born with more sense than my parents. So were you. Thank God you arent your parents. Be thankful that you are blessed enough to realize your blessings, and that you treat your children with respect, so that your daughter isnt fleeing out the door to leave you (like I was).
You have so much love in your post...please write it down and tell your daughter everything you said to us. I know to this day, if my mother could only say 'I love you' and mean it, I would crumble to my knees. What greater gift could you give but a mother's love? New shoes, purses, money..its all crap. Your love is time indefinate, will teach her how to be a good woman, a loving mother. You are worth more than all the gold in the world.
I think its hard for anyone to be a good parent, but for people like us, who went through hell growing up, it makes us even more special. The fact that we CAN love says volumes about our spirit and will.
Like someone said earlier (I'm sorry, I can't see who posted on the last page right now) but I definately think some of it is grieving. There are times when for no reason, I just feel like bursting into tears. Then when I do some soul searching, it could be because someone was gentle with me, was extremely kind or forgiving. I guess it just overwhelms me how much good there is out there...when it was so foreign to me growing up. I wish I was right there when you were crying all alone..please know, over the many miles that separates us, that I am right by your side, stroking your hair and whispering,'just let it out, it'll be okay'.
Please email me! I would love to talk to you more and hope things look better. I know sometimes everything falls down on me too.... hopefully tomorrow the clouds will break a little and let some sun back in.
All my love and prayers to you and your family,
Deb
Edited by - terafera on 13 June 2002 3:36:15
i used to love getting my jw.com notifications that someone replied to my post!
it was the only way i could keep up the different coversations.... has anyone else noticed they've stopped?
i dont get them anymore.
I used to love getting my jw.com notifications that someone replied to my post! It was the only way I could keep up the different coversations...
Has anyone else noticed they've stopped? I dont get them anymore. How am I supposed to remember all the topics I replied to? Heck, I can barely remember what day this is!
when i was a kid....i used to look at the wt illustrations of paradise conditions and would day dream about life in the new system....i later used this same technique (shame on me) to brain wash bible students.
however...as i grew up lol (apparently!
) the illustrations changed....and became more modern.
lmbue, as an 'amateur' artist, I love to draw, paint and write children's stories. I know what you mean! The pictures have no sense of motion and do not pull you into the page.
I totally get what you're saying!
i remember our bookstudy groups (in my area) got the chore for a month at a time.
the bookstudy was at my home with the p.o.
as the conductor.
This is a great thread! When I first clicked on it..who knew I would have tears streaming down my face.
OrangeFatCat, that was a truly beautiful post. Made me cry. There are things like that, that I think some of us have tucked away in our hearts..never shared them with anyone. Thanks for letting us peek in. It was touching.
Mike, your story, too, touched me. I knew some of those, not hypocritical, not harsh, just loving people who loved Jehovah and did it pureheartedly. I do miss those people. That post really touched me.
Makes me chuckle, the Kingdom Hall cleaning stories. What, the backs of the chairs werent supposed to be wiped down every week? *blushes innocently* Yep, I was one of those who tried to look busy...wiping armchairs and the backs of seats.
I have memories of standing on the platform, giving a talk. As a young girl, I knew I would never be able to address the congregation. I had always wanted to give a talk, not some recited drivel, but something sincere and moving for people. I would stand there, pretend to look at my notes and look at the empty seats. I would ask people to turn to John so and so, pretend to read a scripture and continue preaching to the attentive audience. Inside I knew I would never get to realize my dream there... make-believe was all it was ever going to be.
Edited by - terafera on 13 June 2002 1:4:34