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For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew; A time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate, A time for war, and a time for peace.Ecclesiastes 3:1-8The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called success!

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My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.A smooth and steadfast mind,Gentle thoughts and calm desires,Hearts with equal love combined Kindle never-dying fires. Who can find a virtuous woman?    For her worth is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts her;    So he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil    All the days of her life. She seeks wool and flax,    And willingly works with her hands.  She is like the merchant ships,    She brings her food from afar. She also rises while it is yet night,    And provides food for her household,    And a portion for her maidservants.  She considers a field and buys it;    From her profits she plants a vineyard. She girds herself with strength,    And strengthens her arms. She perceives that her merchandise is good,    And her lamp does not go out by night. She stretches out her hands to the distaff,    And her hand holds the spindle. She extends her hand to the poor,    Yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of snow for her household,    For all her household is clothed with scarlet.  She makes tapestry for herself;    Her clothing is fine linen and purple.  Her husband is known in the gates,    When he sits among the elders of the land.  She makes linen garments and sells them,    And supplies sashes for the merchants.  Strength and honor are her clothing;    She shall rejoice in time to come.  She opens her mouth with wisdom,    And on her tongue is the law of kindness.   She watches over the ways of her household,    And does not eat the bread of idleness.  Her children rise up and call her blessed;     Her husband also, and he praises her.Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all.?  Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, She shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands,      And let her own works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:10-31

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words of wisdom

""Someone will always be prettier.Some will always be smarter.Some of their houses will be bigger.Some will drive a better car.Their children will do better in school.And their husband will fix more t...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 08:02:00 GMT

are you a grown woman?

Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits.Girls want to control the man in their l...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:14:00 GMT

PLATONIC LOVE

Platonic love is very much a part of any close friendship. But such a love doesn't always stay platonic. Sometimes it turns into passionate love. Crossing that line, between friendship and love, can b...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 18:45:00 GMT

One of my favorite poems

The Raven 1845 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tappin...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 09:34:00 GMT