tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59795300050286891022024-03-05T05:56:10.609-08:00KidDadCaleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-80362689398605421902020-05-11T22:15:00.001-07:002020-05-11T22:15:51.690-07:00This blood <br />
I want to forget y’all are gone<br />
I just act like y’all are still here<br />
I need to figure out how to survive<br />
In this world without yall being here<br />
I hold onto this blood<br />
This blood<br />
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All the memories I wish I didn’t have at times<br />
Some say “you should cherish them”<br />
That’s easy to say in your eyes<br />
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My world exploded when they died<br />
But the earth kept spinning<br />
The sun kept rising and setting<br />
The Employer kept expecting<br />
But I’m still holding onto this blood<br />
This blood<br />
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I want to be the man God called me to be<br />
A husband and father that leaves a legacy<br />
How do I move on from this?<br />
Tragedy after tragedy<br />
I’m holding onto this blood<br />
This blood<br />
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“Give it to God” they state<br />
You should read a little more I say<br />
The Sovereign King makes no promises<br />
Of a peaceful life in this place<br />
It doesn’t take away the pain<br />
He promised life here would be strained<br />
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My world is right in front of me<br />
My sons running and dancing<br />
My bride loving me softly<br />
I’m still holding on to this blood<br />
This blood<br />
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My emotions are brittle<br />
My confidence belittled<br />
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I’m terrified to answer the phone<br />
Don’t take my sons Father<br />
I beg you to spare my wife<br />
Please Lord I can’t do this alone<br />
Tragedy after Tragedy<br />
I’m still holding onto this blood<br />
This blood<br />
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<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-1673907189880103482020-04-20T21:51:00.001-07:002020-07-15T19:19:53.760-07:00This blood: Therapy sessions part 4<br />
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Happy moments, happy times. That’s what I was living in. I had just turned 10, bo was 14, and our baby sister was a newborn. On top of that we had just moved into our new home. Barry landscape business was flourishing, and mom was still delivering mail for USPS.<br />
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However challenges were going to hit soon..<br />
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*disclaimer* -this is where I will begin telling a part of the story I have been scared to tell. I’m sure I’m gonna leave things out, or possibly leave people out. So I apologize up front if this offends some family members. However, Understand this, this is my story to tell. It’s factual, and if you are offended that I mentioned you negatively, you could have easily changed this story, but you didn’t. So here we go.<br />
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Our home was like a dream come true, other than not having really any kids living around us. Well, there was one family on the street that had two sons, they were cool. I remember taking a lot of pride in my bedroom, (Seeing as how my bedroom at the trailer park was a glorified closet). Bo was getting into his teenage years. You know, the years where a 10 year old isn’t really cool to play with anymore. So I was usually out in the woods by myself pretending to be a navy seal, or playing video games, and he was beginning to get to old to play. I understood. We were still very close, just things were changing, you know what I mean?<br />
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Me and my best friend Colton would hang out a lot. His mom and my mom were best friends. We were very close. He definitely plays a major part in this story. I just don’t have enough time to jot every thing down. So to keep it short. We are still close after all those years if that helps you understand.<br />
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Bragan was not quite old enough to play with yet. Big bummer . I could not wait until She got old enough where I could play with her, I spent so much time just holding her. She was so beautiful. When she was a newborn she had super curly hair, and these big ole blue eyes. Man they were something. I would just hold her and study her. My answered prayer. My dream come true. My assurance that God was real. I would talk to her all the time, even though she couldn’t talk back. I felt she understood me though, so I just kept on talking.<br />
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I was always at my moms hip. I was a mommas boy for sure, I’m sure I’ve already mentioned that. She was my everything. That’s the thing about parenting. You get some kind of pure love from your kids that really can’t be matched. Its magic. Oh , and we still had our early morning date. I would always hear her SUV crank up, and I would roll my blinds up, and there she was. No matter if she was late for work or not. She was there, blowing me kisses and telling me she loved me. I really think that’s why I have a hard time getting up early now.<br />
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Alright it’s time to get sidetracked and talk about difficult things<br />
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I earnestly desired my dads and barry’s attention and approval. I really did.<br />
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I could not wait every other weekend to get to go see my dad. He had a condo in B’ham that over looked the city. To me, it was amazing. It was a small place, but had everything he needed. He would always pick me up on that Friday. We would usually go to the grocery store on our way to his condo. He had enough food for him, but I could eat a house so.. we would usually go to Bruno’s in south side. I named my first dog Bruno that for that reason. My dad was manager of a bbq restaurant and and could (and still can) cook really well. I loved watching him pick the spices and whatever food he was gonna cook. Other Friday’s he would order pizza and that was awesome too. If I could characterize my dad it would be: laid back I guess. To me he was always cool. I mean, sure, he would get upset ever so often, but for the most part he was very laid back with me. I never really got in trouble when I was with him. If I could count all the times i got in trouble with my dad, I would say no more than 5 times. I really can only remember like 3 times. I’m sure dad can remember more, but I’m the one telling the story, so maybe that paints the picture. I was(and still am) a devout Christian. I think that kind of put a wedge between us. My dad had a rocky relationship with his parents. He loves them very much, but I think they went too far on some things. But i don’t want to speak on it, cause i don’t know a whole lot about it. He has only told me bits and pieces. But I do know, that due to his upbringing he was apathetic to Christianity. That was hard for me, but those were the cards I was dealt. The hardest part for my dad and I really, is this: I’m a very emotional person. My dad isn’t really. At least not to me. I’ve always wanted our relationship to be closer. Especially now.<br />
But anyway, i rambled there for a bit.<br />
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Back to the story<br />
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Mine and Barry’s relationship sort of began to change. As I aforementioned, my dad was laid back. Barry was a polar opposite. He was very strict, and often too strict. Things got physical. It’s been a permanent scar that I have for a long time made myself forget. But it happened. I loved Barry very much and begged for his love and attention. Often times though I would get something else entirely. I was a difficult boy to raise, that’s a fact. But I longed for his love. So when that happened, it left a deep scar that never healed. Mom knew that, and things got rocky in there relationship as well. They fought quite a bit. Bo had a little different relationship with Barry. Barry wasn’t quite as tough on Barry as he was me.<br />
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There, I said it.<br />
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There were very good days though, days that will forever trump the bad memories. I know he loved me very much, and I loved him very very much. I loved working with him, and learning from him.<br />
He did have a soft side, I just rarely got to see it.<br />
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The times he would break character, were when he was with Bragan. Man he loved her. I would often see him from afar, tears rolling down my cheek, he’d just gaze at her and love on her. I anxiously Hoped that maybe he would show that love to me. Just maybe.<br />
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Looking back, I held on to a hope that never came to fruition.<br />
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Also during this time we started having new visitors.<br />
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My moms family always came over. Very often. My dads family lived in Texas (aside from one sister who lives in north Alabama) so I didn’t get to see them much.<br />
But when Bragan was born, Barry’s (mother’s side) family would visit from time to time. Barry’s fathers side we saw very often. His brother and sisters we would see a good bit. His brother had kids around our age, we have great memories together.<br />
We saw (Barry’s Mothers side of the family) them 1-3 times a year. Literally Only on holidays. They came over a few more times right after Bragan was born. And would always be at her birthdays and events. I started to see something was different with them. At first I thought they were nice, until I realized most of time I saw them they were buzzed.<br />
They treated bo and I differently, and my mom for that matter. It was almost like we were just there. But didn’t exist. They definitely didn’t treat us like family. Sure, they bought us presents and gave us money. But family can’t be bought.<br />
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They were a holiday family, nothing more , nothing less. I caught on to that at a very young age.<br />
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The family I knew always called, always asked if we could come over, visited very often, and checked on us always. Thats what family was to me. Family meant something. Family meant love. Barry’s family, nope. I asked Barry about it on numerous occasions. He always said the same thing “Caleb, they just do family differently, they aren’t gonna be real involved. They’re a holiday-only family. They’re money-driven. Caleb, they’re ruthless.”<br />
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That statement would later ring in my ear 20 years later.<br />
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But at the time I didn’t really understand. I got used to it. It didn’t really bother me then.<br />
I usually would forget all about that when my moms side would call or come get us. Whether it was granny, Duju, Teeta, uncle john, or my dad. They were my standard.<br />
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Up next<br />
Bragan goes to school<br />
I start taking football and school seriously.<br />
Bo gets his drivers license, and the fun begins.<br />
Mom and Barry’s relationship continues to unravel<br />
Barry and I continue to have issues<br />
Christ flips my world on its head.<br />
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Part 5 to follow<br />
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<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-56256924963846702492020-03-20T20:02:00.002-07:002020-03-20T20:02:18.151-07:00This blood: Therapy Sessions part 3<br />
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Football was life for bo and I, we loved it. We also were on a swim team in inverness during the summer when we stayed with Duju and Unle Sam. We had a very active childhood to say the least.<br />
I always played an age group ahead because mom new the coach, and because I was bigger that most my age (I liked food). I have so many great memories on the field and swim competitions.<br />
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A few years went by. Barry began running his own landscaping company and mom was still a mail carrier. They had aspirations of moving. Obviously we were oblivious to that.<br />
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Around this time I remember praying for another sibling, specifically.. a sister. I deeply desired a baby sister. I wanted to spoil her and protect her. I specifically remember praying for a sister and a sister that had dark hair like mine. Bo and mom had blonde hair and Barry and I had dark hair so I wanted a sister with dark hair, I still laugh at myself for making that a big deal.<br />
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One day mom came in from work and told bo and I she needed to talk to us. We sat around the coffee table and she began telling us some amazing news. She was pregnant! I was excited and amazed. I had just recently prayed about it. At 9 years old there was a lot I didn’t understand. But I did know God answered my prayer. I told mom it was a girl and she had dark hair, and I remember her telling me “baby, we won’t know for sure until after the doctors look at the baby in a couple months.” I kept saying “you don’t need a doctor mommy, I prayed about it and I know God is going to answer my prayer.” I long to get back to my childlike faith.<br />
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A little time passed and mom went to the doctor, and guess what, they determined what I already knew, it was a girl. She came and told us, I said “I know mommy, she also has dark hair.”<br />
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Mom and Barry also told us they were going to begin looking at houses, because our little trailer wouldn’t be big enough now. Bo and I were obviously excited about living in a house, but we were also sad that we would be leaving our friends. We had so many friends at that trailer park. I often wonder what those childhood friends are up to now.<br />
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We looked at a few houses, in Morris and Gardendale. Barry really wanted to live in Gardendale. We eventually found a house in Gardendale that was perfect. Our family home. It was so big to us. The only downside was there were not a lot of kids around. But the house was awesome.<br />
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There was a a city pool directly behind us, and that was fun to. I remember the lifeguards always calling bo and I “the boys from the woods” because we always walked through our woods to get there.<br />
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And then the day came, the day that changed our world. A day of pure happiness. My sister was born. Bragan Wesley Williams. And guess what, she had dark hair. My baby girl. I remember holding her for the first time, telling her “babygirl, I’m Caleb, your brother, I’m gonna spoil you and protect you forever.”<br />
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The was probably the best time in my life with my family. Bragan changed bo and I.<br />
You know that part in a movie where it’s a happy scene and it goes slow motion with a good song in the background? That’s how I remember it. I felt I had it all. I really did have it all.<br />
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Bo and I had many new things in our life, but mainly a new house to get used to, and a sister to protect. That took adjusting as we were rough boys.<br />
Part 4 to followCaleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-57192251495327200682020-02-23T09:19:00.000-08:002020-03-05T22:10:25.795-08:00This Blood: Therapy Sessions pt. 2<br />
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I briefly talked about this before, but I think it would be good to talk about it a bit. At about age 4-5 I suffered some through some tough injuries that would affect me to this very day.<br />
I fractured my skull 3 times. Yes I said three times. I was a very wild kid. The last time, however almost ended my life. I feel off the top of the top floor apartment stairs onto the concrete slab below, head first. My mom thought I was dead, I actually still remember waking up on the ground, my mom was crying trying to keep me awake. I remember asking “momma is this a dream?” And her reply still rings in my head. “No baby, this isn’t a dream.” Consequently, the fall dislodged my stapes bone, which left me deaf in my left ear, and still today I have no hearing in that ear. It makes things difficult, but I have become used to it. I usually have to read lips. As I said before, it has sort of made me a bit of a hermit. Large crowds kind of freak me out, I usually can’t hear every one, so I just keep to myself. Large rooms that echo especially make it difficult. Anyway, back to the story. <br />
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Our life in Morris Alabama hold probably the best memories for our family.<br />
My mom started working as a sub for USPS, and Barry just started running his own landscape company.<br />
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Often times, Duju and Uncle Sam would come get us occasionally, we spent almost every summer with them.They did so much for us. We were always thrilled when we found out they were coming to get us. On other occasions Granny would come get us. She is an amazing woman. I learned so much from her. She was always teaching me about Jesus. The feeling of family was very rich during this time.<br />
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After Barry moved into the trailer park, he asked my mom to marry him. We were all so excited. The start of a new life, a new family. Looking back now, it’s very difficult for me to look at these memories. I just remember the anticipation of “what’s next” and the excitement of being a part of a family. Exciting times they were.<br />
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Soon after they were married, he was labeled as my step-dad, A term that I hate very much. He became a father to me , I had two fathers now.I did not choose that, that was the hand that I was dealt.<br />
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My dad would always come and get me about every other weekend, I enjoyed that. I really did, but I also missed my brother very much. I had a hard time understanding why dad couldn’t just live with us too. Obviously my age played a factor with that. I felt like I lived in two different worlds. One world had Mom, Barry, and bo. The other world had my dad. I really wanted to join the two.<br />
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We never had a dull moment. Bo and I were always having fun at that place. From playing in the woods, to playing games, playing with friends, to wrestling and playing with Barry, I cherish all these memories.<br />
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We moved into Barry’s trailer at that point, and that was awesome. I mean a trailer is a trailer, but It was nice. I had my own room now, and although small, it was enough for me, and it was right next to Bo’s room, which usually id get scared at night and end up in his bed, so I enjoyed that.<br />
We were real good at letting our imaginations go wild.<br />
We had a bunch of friends there, Bo’s best friend there was Rex, and my best friend was Matthew. We did everything together.<br />
We would play G.I. Joe’s in the woods. If it were up to us we would love in the woods. We even found a small patch of woods behind our trailer. They were small pines at the time, probably 6-10 feet tall. We went to the center of those woods, and went to work. I don’t remember how we did it, but we cut down a bunch of those trees in the center, and made our own spot. From the outside of the woods, you couldn’t tell or see anything. Actually a couple of months ago I went to that trailer park, and found that patch of woods, huge trees now, with shorter trees in the center, made me laugh a little and reminisce.<br />
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I remember one occasion, bo and I found a huge vine in the woods, so we used it as a rope swing. I swear we were getting at least 10 feet up in the air. I was so much fun. The owner of the trailer park so I was having fun, And started screaming at us from his back porch telling us to stop and we can’t do that, we just need to get out of the woods. This is where I began noticing Barry as more than just A “step-dad” , but instead a Father. He was working out in the backyard and overheard the guy yelling at us. He instantly became angered, So Bo and I crouched in the woods and watched as Barry chewed out the owner. We felt protected, it was a awesome feeling.<br />
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I always got up every morning when mom was leaving for work. I would watch her from the window and cry. She started noticing that, So we begin having a little date every morning, She would get in her mail vehicle and she would go up the road and stop where I could see her from the window. And we would blow kisses at each other and waved at each other, every morning. Oftentimes she would even come back for one more hug. I loved my momma.<br />
We had so many happy memories. I really wish I could travel back in time and hit the pause button so I could see her from the window one more time.<br />
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Our bond as brothers continued to grow. Our love for our mother always grew, and now our love and admiration for Barry started to grow.<br />
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Now I believe we are at the point when Bo and I started playing football.<br />
Obviously we went to school, I remember a lot about that, but I’m not interested at this point in adding that to this story, because I want to focus on these important memories, and this tragic story.<br />
Part 3 to follow.Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-32677966964694186922020-02-23T08:37:00.003-08:002020-02-23T08:37:12.231-08:00This Blood: Therapy Sessions pt. 1 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I’ve never written any kind of story, so I’m sure I’m gonna do a whole lot of things wrong on this.<br />
At the very least it will maybe bring peace to myself, maybe a little “therapy session” as rapper NF calls it.<br />
Spoiler alert , this doesn’t have a happy ending. Really no great meaning at the end. So if that’s what your looking for, you can find it somewhere else.<br />
I want to tell you the story of the Williams family. The tragic story of the Williams family. Barry, Teresa and Bragan Williams, and how my brother (bo) and I fit into this tragedy. I just want to remember as much as I can, so this is the only way I know how.<br />
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I only know how to tell this story from one perspective, mine. So, let’s do this.<br />
Therapy session begins now...<br />
I was born Nov. 11 1989 to Marvin and Teresa Cole. My mother already had one son , my big brother Bo Holloway. My mom had a bit of a rocky ride with relationships to say the least.<br />
So my mom and dad’s relationship didn’t last long, I would say they were married for a couple years.<br />
Bo’s dad past away around the same time that mom divorced my dad. His death isn’t talked about much. Bo doesn’t really like talking about it, so I honor that.<br />
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My mom worked a bunch of jobs, so bo and I jumped around a lot. We stayed with my great aunt “Duju” quite a bit, as well as our grandmother “granny”. We had such fun just being boys. Our imaginations took us away from our unstable life. Everything was crazy around us, but we let our imaginations take us away to an amazing place. That’s just how we rolled. We always couldn’t wait for mom to get off work, we didn’t have much, but we had each other. That’s all we needed.<br />
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We moved a lot for awhile, I remember one place we called the “blue house”, mom rented it from this old dude who was super cool. He has a small “put put” joint and would always let us play. My aunt and uncle lived right next to us so that was cool.<br />
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At about 4 years of age, my brother at 9, this new guy started hanging around us and mom. I specifically remember his beard and his fro. It was awesome. A hairy, burly Italian stallion named Barry.<br />
More and more he hung out with us, obviously at my age I couldn’t tell what was going on, but my mother had fallen in love with this guy. To be honest at first I didn’t like him. Mainly because I was a spoiled brat for the most part, and he wouldn’t let me be a spoiled brat, so that was no fun. Eventually I realized he was “cool”. about 1 year later, my world got a little more crazy. I had 3 separate head injuries. The last one almost killed me. I fell from a top floor apartment unto concrete, head first. Long story short I’m half deaf due to that. Also from that came social awkwardness, in a big room, there is a big echo like sound when a bunch of ppl are in it, and so I can’t hear anything anyone says, and it makes me anxious. So usually I’m a hermit. Anyway back to age 5. After almost dying, life went back to normal pretty much. Except we left that apartment complex, hallelujah.<br />
Eventually we moved to morris, a small city north of Birmingham. In a trailer park , and boy did we have fun, there were so many kids. It was heaven to bo and I. This is really where I really start remembering things pretty well. Mom, bo , and I had such a great time with just us. I got to see my dad every other weekend so that was cool. Barry soon moved into the trailer park just a couple trailers up from us. This leads in to probably the best part of our life as a family. Part 2 soon to follow...Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-29635741578681834472019-06-23T13:14:00.000-07:002019-10-05T10:13:44.306-07:00Do you know a time traveler? <br />
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Excuse me, I have a favor to ask </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Or to whom it may concern</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I just really wanna go back </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Time has done me a terrible act</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Do you know a time traveler? </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I would love to meet him </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Id beg for just one hour</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">To see my family still breathing</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">To see momma’s smile</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">That contagious grin</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I’d let her baby me for a while</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Hug the tar outta her again and again </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">To hear Barry playing the drums </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">He’d see me watching him from the stairs </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Hands me the sticks and teaches me “here comes the sun”. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">To hear a knock on the door at midnight </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Baby sister is scared, needs me to kill the monsters.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Can I have extra time with her please?</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Dial the time back an extra hour for me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I still need time</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;"> please I’ll double my offer. </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Do you know a time traveler? </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I need to find him </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">I’ll give him every last dollar </span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">To be with them again </span></div>
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Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-21810133706458638312019-03-06T21:29:00.000-08:002019-03-06T22:14:35.086-08:00How you bleed <br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: 16px;">“As the hard frosts in winter bring on the flowers in the spring, and as the night ushers in the morning-star, so the evils of affliction produce much good to those that love God.”</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: 16px;">-Thomas Watson </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Much is said regarding affliction. Whether it be dealing with tragedy, death , disease, addiction..etc, most of what is said sounds something like this:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">You can get out of this! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Time will heal! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Stay busy, to keep your mind off of it! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Or my favorite, satan is attacking you, fight back! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Not all of that is false, but it certainly isn’t all true either.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">I do think it would be be to ask this question:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">How do you bleed? </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Obviously I’m speaking in metaphorical terms, but hear me out. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">How do you bleed in times of hardship? </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Or better said...what do you bleed?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Is it via a choice drug or alcohol? Many see it as a “escape”. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed depression. Many tend to close everyone and everything out during difficult times.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed anxieties. Difficult and tragic times can lead some to be anxious and worry about everything. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed anger. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed pleasure. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed “staying busy to keep my mind off things”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Maybe you bleed “fill in the blank”.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">How do you deal with death?</span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: 23px;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">How do you deal with the pain and grief?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">How do you handle it?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">I know I have listed a plethora of questions. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">But the answer to these questions are extremely important. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">Whatever it is you are going through, maybe good or bad. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">When the evils of the life hit you like a ton of bricks. what are you going to do? </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">I certainly don’t have all the answers to life’s difficult questions. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"> And I certainly don’t know all there is about pain and suffering. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 23px;">But there is only one way to make it through. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Only by Gods grace. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">And providentially He has set forth help for us:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed the Word</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">- God gave us a “survivor handbook” at our disposal.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Absorb it all like a sponge! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed Prayer</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">- We have access to God , you can talk to him anytime, He will come to your aid! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">-but also remember this:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Silence is not the absence of God.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed fellowship</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">- if you think for one second you can through this alone you are fooling yourself! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed Praise</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">-sing to the Lord! Praise Him! Are you breathing? Who gave you that breathe? </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed thanksgiving:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Don’t forget all the many things God has done for you </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed the Gospel:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Preach the Gospel to yourself everyday</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Remember constantly where you were (before Christ) and where you are (in Christ).</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed the attributes of God:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Study God’s character </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Why in the world would you not want to know God more? Especially during difficult times! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Bleed the “old dead guys”:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Most of the best writings regarding our faith (outside of the Bible)</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">are largely from those who have already crossed the finish line.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">I hope and pray this helps someone.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">I’m no expert on affliction and tragic circumstances,</span></span><br />
<span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;">But I have been though it, and this helps me get through it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">I pray the same for you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">God’s grace is sufficient.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "quattrocento" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Soli deo Gloria </span></span><br />
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A lot of people like summer<br />
All the fun an all<br />
Maybe it’s the sun on their skin.<br />
With that blistering heat<br />
I for one can’t stand it<br />
I can barely breathe<br />
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I’ll take winter,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
Yeah, I’ll take winter,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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It took my momma , and my baby,<br />
grandmother , and the man that raised me<br />
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Yeah I’ll take winter ,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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Some of y’all like fall<br />
The changin’ of the leaves<br />
Pumpkins and Halloween <br />
It’s alright to me<br />
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But I’ll take winter<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
Yeah I’ll take winter<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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It took my momma , and my baby,<br />
grandmother, and the man that raised me<br />
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Yeah I’ll take winter,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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Maybe yours is spring<br />
sand all in your feet<br />
And my allergies go crazy,<br />
insects invade the house<br />
It just ain’t for me <br />
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I’ll take winter ,<br />
without the death it brings<br />
Yeah. I’ll take winter ,<br />
without the death it brings<br />
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It took my momma, and my baby,<br />
grandmother, and the man that raised me<br />
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Yeah I’ll take winter,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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It’s the cracklin’ of the fire<br />
Hot coffee in my hand<br />
My wife holdin’ me<br />
Maybe you understand<br />
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I’ll take winter,<br />
Without the death it brings<br />
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<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-78161490163894581282018-05-14T21:56:00.002-07:002018-05-14T21:56:18.464-07:00Lessons from stupid men <span class="versenum" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top;"> “ </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">The king then gave orders, and they brought those men who had </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">maliciously accused Daniel, and they </span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-21930AL" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-21930AL" title="See cross-reference AL">AL</a>)" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top;"></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">cast them, their </span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-21930AM" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-21930AM" title="See cross-reference AM">AM</a>)" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top;"></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">children and their wives into the lions’ den; and they had not reached the bottom of the den before the lions overpowered them and crushed all their bones.” Daniel 6:24</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Many often read the story of “Daniel in the lions den”</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">And quickly scroll though the verses after it. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">I couldn’t tell you how many times I have, but,</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">For some reason, it hit me like a ton of bricks this time.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“Wait, hold on! Their wives and kids?” “Why?”</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“What did they do to deserve that?” </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“What a tragedy!!”</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">So many thoughts rolling in until I was able to realize </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">the truth behind this powerful, dark and horrifying verse. </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Husbands, walk carefully and think clearly.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Your actions either directly or indirectly effect your family,</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">For the good or bad.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Whether it’s “one more drink won’t hurt”</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Or “hey kids let’s read the Word a few more minutes”.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">You’re impacting your family everyday.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Every minute at work and every minute at home. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">It matters, every second matters. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Don’t let up, stay sober minded </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">One little unwise decision could end it all.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Do you think these men had any inkling that their </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Stupid decision would mean their wives and children dying a </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Horrific death? Of course not, no way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">So, husbands, wake up</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Don’t take a second for granted.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Tend to your kids masterfully and </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Love your wives tenderly </span></span><br />
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Learn from these stupid men<br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"> ....and Don’t be stupid</span></span><br />
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Born to a middle class family<br />
In a middle class town<br />
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Your mom and dad,they<br />
Worked hard every day<br />
They had bills to pay<br />
And two girls to raise<br />
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You were your daddy’s shadow<br />
The standard he gave<br />
Made the man who would<br />
Hold your hand walk slow<br />
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That day you caught me eye<br />
You didn’t change the world<br />
But you changed mine<br />
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When I moved back<br />
Hell was in my heart<br />
Darkness in my tracks<br />
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When you came to me<br />
Grace was in your heart<br />
Your love touched softly<br />
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My love, You chased me down<br />
A wedding and three boys later<br />
You are still my crown<br />
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That day you caught my eye<br />
You didn’t change the world<br />
But you changed mineCaleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-35031654851480092862018-03-20T19:46:00.001-07:002018-03-21T10:43:39.200-07:00Easier said than done I hear “just let it go”<br />
It keeps goin’ in my head<br />
Then enters vertigo<br />
It’s easier said than done<br />
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I hear “It’s no big deal”<br />
But it is to me<br />
Give me time to heal<br />
It’s easier said than done<br />
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Like a gator’s back<br />
I wanna be strong<br />
I’m the fly<br />
On a lizards tongue<br />
As the wind blows, I’m thrown<br />
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I’m not the guy<br />
Throwin’ stones<br />
I hide behind<br />
Broken bones<br />
As the wind blows, I’m thrown<br />
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I hear “forget about it”<br />
But I can’t<br />
It runs through my veins a bit<br />
It’s easier said than done<br />
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I hear “it’s time to move on”<br />
If you knew her<br />
You’d beg for the<br />
Voicemail on my phone<br />
It’s easier said than done<br />
<br />
Like a gator’s back<br />
I wanna be strong<br />
I’m the fly<br />
On a lizard’s tongue<br />
As the wind blows, I’m thrown<br />
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I’m not the guy<br />
Throwin’ stones<br />
I hide behind<br />
Broken bones<br />
As the wind blows, I’m thrown<br />
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<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-52485113891231286202018-02-18T07:15:00.001-08:002018-02-18T07:27:34.607-08:00Man in ruin <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="text 1Tim-6-7" id="en-NASB-29796" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">" </sup>For <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29796A" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29796A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>we have brought nothing into the world, so we cannot take anything out of it either.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span class="text 1Tim-6-8" id="en-NASB-29797" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">If we <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29797B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29797B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>have food and covering, with these we shall be content.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span class="text 1Tim-6-9" id="en-NASB-29798" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </sup><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29798C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29798C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>But those who want to get rich fall into temptation and <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29798D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29798D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>a snare and many foolish and harmful desires which plunge<b> men into ruin</b> and destruction.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span class="text 1Tim-6-10" id="en-NASB-29799" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>For <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29799E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29799E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>the love of money is a root of all <sup class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NASB-29799a" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NASB-29799a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Timothy+6%3A7-10&version=NASB#fen-NASB-29799a" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; box-sizing: border-box; color: #631e16; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote a">a</a>]</sup>sorts of evil, and some by longing for it have <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29799F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29799F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.</span><br />
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<span class="text 1Tim-6-11" id="en-NASB-29800" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>But <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29800G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29800G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>flee from these things, you <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29800H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29800H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>man of God, and pursue righteousness, godliness, <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29800I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29800I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>faith, <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29800J" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29800J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>love, <sup class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NASB-29800b" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NASB-29800b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Timothy+6%3A7-12&version=NASB#fen-NASB-29800b" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; box-sizing: border-box; color: #631e16; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote b">b</a>]</sup>perseverance <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">and</i> gentleness.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span class="text 1Tim-6-12" id="en-NASB-29801" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Fight the good fight of <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29801L" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29801L" title="See cross-reference L">L</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>faith; <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29801M" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29801M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>take hold of the eternal life <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29801N" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29801N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>to which you were called, and you made the good <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29801O" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29801O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>confession in the presence of <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NASB-29801P" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29801P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 8.26px; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>many witnesses.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> " 1Tim.7-12</span><br />
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Worldviews collide at the Bible. What I mean by that is this;<i></i><br />
<i> when we who have been trained to believe money is the source of life and happiness read the Bible , consequently discover money is not the source.</i><br />
It is only a resource.<br />
The love and pursuit of money puts men into temptation and harmful desires.<br />
<u>-lust, drugs, leisure, pleasure, excuses</u><br />
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Which causes them to wander away from Christ.<br />
<u>You'll see what money has to offer and for a moment you'll like the offer.</u><br />
<u>Thus, wandering from Christ and joining hands with all sorts of evil.</u><br />
Lord forgive us! That we would put a piece of paper over you!<br />
This world is consumed by this.<br />
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The end result is grief. It always is.<br />
<u>It never ends well when you wander from Christ.</u><br />
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There has to be more. You can have all the money in the world, yet you'll still be unsatisfied.<br />
It will never be enough. It'll plunge you down roads you don't want to travel down.<br />
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Christ is enough.<br />
You were created to find your satisfaction in Him.<br />
All the love , peace, rest , and satisfaction you could ever dream of ,<br />
you'll find in Him.<br />
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Go to the Fountain, and your thirst will be quenched.<br />
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Christ is enough for me, Christ is enough for me<br />
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<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">"Christ is my reward</span><br />
a<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">nd all of my devotion</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Now there's nothing in this world</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">That could ever satisfy</span><br />
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<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Through every trial</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">My soul will sing</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">No turning back</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">I've been set free</span><br />
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Christ i<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">s enough for me</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Christ is enough for me</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Everything I need is in You</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Everything I need</span><br />
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<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Christ my all in all</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">The joy of my salvation</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">And this hope will never fail</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Heaven is our home</span><br />
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<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Through every storm</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">My soul will sing</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Jesus is here</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">To God be the glory</span><br />
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<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Christ is enough for me</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Christ is enough for me</span><br />
<span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Everything I need is in You, </span><span style="border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 16.52px; padding-top: 0px;">Everything I need"</span><br />
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<b></b><br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-85334408167148162432017-12-25T18:54:00.001-08:002017-12-25T18:54:16.732-08:00She was<div style="color: #454545; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">She was</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Mother</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Mentor </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Best friend </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">She was</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Tears are shed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Hearts are broken </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">Lives are shattered </span></div>
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Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-70038131644554453402017-07-20T19:24:00.000-07:002017-07-20T19:26:17.504-07:00You See In memory of those sweet souls that<br />
lost their war to addiction,<br />
and hopefully an anthem to those<br />
presently at war with it.<br />
<br />
<br />
You see, I have this disease.<br />
Smells like a funeral.<br />
It makes me believe ,<br />
I have control.<br />
<br />
I'm just weak,<br />
And falling apart<br />
<br />
Lord, help me please!<br />
Pull me apart.<br />
I need surgery!<br />
<br />
I ain't messin' around<br />
Do it now!<br />
<br />
You see, I have this disease.<br />
It runs through my veins,<br />
Can I not be free?<br />
<br />
Cause I'm just weak,<br />
And falling apart<br />
<br />
Lord, help me please!<br />
Tear me apart<br />
I need surgery!<br />
<br />
I ain't messin' around<br />
Do it now!<br />
<br />
Help me please!<br />
<br />
You see, I have this disease...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-34283443725435688822017-03-31T20:55:00.000-07:002017-03-31T20:55:03.884-07:00It should mean more There is a word that is thrown around a lot .<br />
For ages, the word had a deep meaning.<br />
Sadly, that has changed.<br />
<br />
FAMILY.<br />
<br />
It used to stand for heritage,honor, love, and strength.<br />
Today, it is just a word for the most part.<br />
It used to matter, family used to mean something.<br />
<br />
When tragedies strick, family used to be there.<br />
When blessing arose, family used to be there.<br />
When needed or not, family used to be there.<br />
<br />
Now, it is just a way you can label someone on Facebook.<br />
You know, just check on your family every now and again<br />
on social media , and you are solid.<br />
<br />
Family used to stand for closeness. You actually spent time<br />
with people from you own family. Crazy right?<br />
<br />
I ,for one, am fed up with the lack of meaning in family now.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-31364158203052113382016-12-24T20:52:00.003-08:002016-12-24T21:20:46.391-08:0026 Christmases 26 Christmases you were there,<br />
To buy me gifts,<br />
And me how to share.<br />
<br />
26 Christmases you gave me happiness<br />
By your tender heart,<br />
And by your selflessness.<br />
<br />
26 Christmases you filled my belly<br />
With your O so good food.<br />
I can still smell your glorious eggs and jelly.<br />
<br />
26 Christmases you gave me love.<br />
You taught me about Jesus.<br />
And what a real family is made of<br />
<br />
26 Christmases you watched me grow.<br />
You raised me right Mom.<br />
Your precious heart is imprinted deep inside,<br />
And will forever shine.<br />
<br />
Thank for 26 Christmases Mom ,<br />
My sweet CharlynnCaleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-73301686908834895622016-09-11T13:33:00.002-07:002016-09-11T13:33:44.876-07:00Black Heart She's gone<br />
She's ever on my mind<br />
You're movin' on<br />
We're still here <br />
<br />
You were so mean<br />
I still feel your anger<br />
You're movin' on<br />
We're still here <br />
<br />
Gotcha a new one <br />
Good for you<br />
You're movin' on<br />
We're still here <br />
<br />
Did what's best for you. huh?<br />
You just added more tears<br />
You're movin' on <br />
We're still here <br />
<br />
The hurt isn't gone<br />
It stains <br />
I needed a father <br />
I got inflicted pain <br />
<br />
You're movin' on<br />
I'm still here <br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-45335214093147768682016-08-21T07:59:00.000-07:002016-08-21T08:04:40.858-07:00Soft in the rainI'm doing alright,<br />
just gettin' by.<br />
I know what you'd say <br />
"baby, do it right"<br />
<br />
but I can see that smile,<br />
smiling at me<br />
I can feel those hugs ,<br />
huggin' on me <br />
I can hear that laugh<br />
laughin at me<br />
<br />
I'm thinkin on you mama<br />
I wonder, if you're thinkin on me <br />
<br />
I'm gonna love my wife,<br />
like you loved me<br />
selfless in it all<br />
soft in the rain<br />
<br />
I'm gonna raise these boys <br />
like you raised me<br />
I'll be stern when it's needed <br />
and soft in the rain<br />
<br />
I'll live my life <br />
like you lived yours<br />
Family first<br />
Work, dead last <br />
<br />
Good days , bad days <br />
Mostly good <br />
I'm alright mama<br />
Just thinkin on you <br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-88369237559785154042016-04-09T06:50:00.001-07:002016-08-21T08:01:07.703-07:00Gravity pulls My life isn't the same<br />
<div>
I don't know what to do </div>
<div>
What do I do with the pain?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My soul is hopeless </div>
<div>
I can't see where I am going</div>
<div>
What do I do with the darkness? </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My mind is lost </div>
<div>
Focus is impossible<br />
what is the cost? <br />
<br />
My path is uncertain<br />
I can't just "move on"<br />
Which road do I go down?<br />
<br />
Depression is lurking<br />
The snake is ready<br />
To bite me<br />
<br />
When my world seemed to be crumbling<br />
You were there<br />
When I needed to cry<br />
You were there<br />
When I needed to talk<br />
You were there<br />
When I needed a laugh<br />
You were there<br />
When I needed a hug<br />
You were there<br />
Your words still stop me in my tracks.<br />
"Baby, everything is gonna be ok.<br />
Now, let me see that beautiful smile!"<br />
<br />
I will never get over you, Momma<br />
I'm sorry that I haven't been smiling much<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
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Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-38088585597043503312016-01-31T14:46:00.001-08:002016-04-09T06:56:11.429-07:00Sweet Charlynn Where do I go from here?<br />
I'm so confused.<br />
I lost my mother, my friend.<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn.<br />
<br />
She didn't care of her own troubles<br />
She only cared of mine.<br />
I lost my mother , my friend<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn.<br />
<br />
She was tender , she was tough<br />
She raised me up.<br />
I lost my mother , my friend.<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn<br />
<br />
You taught me everything I know.<br />
We laughed, we cried.<br />
I lost my mother ,my friend<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn<br />
<br />
Why did you go?<br />
I'm still so young, there's still things I don't know.<br />
I lost my mother, my friend.<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn.<br />
<br />
I wanna see you again.<br />
I'd hold onto you, and never let go.<br />
I lost my mother , my friend,<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn<br />
<br />
How beautiful you were !<br />
How pretty your smile!<br />
I lost my mother , my friend.<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn .<br />
<br />
My emotions are outta whack,<br />
My eyes are raw. My heart hurts<br />
I lost my mother, my friend.<br />
I lost my sweet Charlynn.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-73987110447327257952016-01-24T20:38:00.000-08:002016-01-24T20:57:37.610-08:00Death and the Sovereignty of GodIt's been a bit easy for me to talk about stuff like this with people,<br />
up until now. You really never know what is like until it visits you<br />
personally. Three weeks ago, my mother died and my wife and I <br />
suffered a miscarriage in the same week. I must be honest. I have <br />
struggled with this deeply. My whole world was turned on its <br />
head in just two days.<br />
<br />
I saw my mom just a few days before, and then me, my brother, <br />
and my uncle's were carrying her lifeless body unto the stretcher.<br />
She was a wonderful woman. I don't know of any words that would <br />
adequately describe how amazing she was.<br />
That very night, my wife and I went to the hospital, due to some <br />
concerns we had. We saw the little baby's heartbeat. The next day,<br />
the baby was gone.<br />
<br />
I did wonder where God was. I was so confused and heartbroken.<br />
"Why has this happed to me and my family?"<br />
"God, where are you?"<br />
He was right beside me, the whole time .<br />
I don't understand it all.<br />
But here is what I do know:<br />
<br />
When Joseph's brothers begged for forgiveness, <br />
He said this :<br />
"As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it <br />
for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve<br />
many people alive." -Gen.50:20<br />
God brought about Joseph being put into slavery, <br />
being charged with attempted rape, imprisonment, and<br />
eventually making him the ruler of Egypt basically, for his good. <br />
To bring about the present result.<br />
<br />
Solomon.. when thinking about God, he said this:<br />
"There is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink <br />
and tell himself that his labor is good. This also I have <br />
seen that it is from the hand of God."- Eccl. 2:24<br />
I see from this that God is very much involved with <br />
the little things and the big things in my everyday life.<br />
<br />
Paul, talking about the Sovereignty of God, says this:<br />
"And we know that God causes all things to work together for <br />
good to those who love God, to those who are called according <br />
His purpose." -Romans 8:28<br />
Notice "God causes all things". Not just "good things",<br />
"happy things", "peaceful things".<br />
<br />
All Things,<br />
which would include the death of my sweet mother, and baby. <br />
For my good.<br />
<br />
Why must I think nothing bad should happen?<br />
Am I really that naïve?<br />
I'm living in a fallen and decaying world.<br />
Did God ever promise bad things wouldn't happen?<br />
<br />
Quite the contrary, <br />
There are so many verses that could answer that.<br />
He did promise me this:<br />
"These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may<br />
have peace. In this world you will have tribulations; but <br />
be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."- John 16:33<br />
<br />
In the words of Job, I say:<br />
"Naked I came from my mothers womb,<br />
and naked I shall return there. The Lord gave<br />
and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the<br />
Lord." -Job 2:21<br />
<br />
<br />
P.S. <br />
Isaiah 42:3Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-78681493290285840522015-09-05T22:20:00.004-07:002015-09-05T22:20:45.703-07:00DeuceI remember exactly what I was doing 2 years ago today.<br />
I stayed the night at my dads house, anxiously waiting<br />
to marry my bestfriend the next day. I'm not sure that I could<br />
adequately describe my feelings that day with any letter ,<br />
nor with any language for that matter.<br />
I was simply amazed ,<br />
both by you<br />
and at how blessed I was.<br />
<br />
Our wedding was beautiful,<br />
and you were gorgeous and stunning.<br />
<br />
<br />
Shortly after our marriage, I remember getting the news<br />
that I was now Conner's<br />
legal father! What a day that was!! Conner is such a gift of grace,<br />
It's such a blessing being his father.<br />
<br />
Last year , our youngest was born, and I could not believe<br />
how beautiful that was! Chase is yet another gift of grace,<br />
that I get to call mine! My cup runneth over!!<br />
<br />
Some will say thay marriage only gets worse the longer one<br />
is married. I'm sure some would say that being married two years<br />
is no major deal.<br />
<br />
Here is what I know , I can't breath without God's grace.<br />
Without grace , our marriage would fail, as well as our lives.<br />
I don't live my life according to man's opinion, but God's.<br />
According to His word, a happy , faithful, and pure marriage<br />
is possible, only by and through Him.<br />
<br />
I'm a sinful man , who can be selfish and hard headed, yet<br />
God gave me a humble and beautiful wife who walks alongside<br />
me in this life and towards Christ.<br />
God has sustained us and our marriage, and He will continue to<br />
do so.<br />
God has richly blessed us beyond what I could have imagined!<br />
Praise be to His Name!<br />
Happy Anniversary!!<br />
<br />
The Cole's - established 9/6/13<br />
<br />
P.S. I love you<br />
Thank you for loving me Jessie Lynn<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-55213081912981334192015-07-30T13:06:00.001-07:002015-07-30T13:06:04.307-07:00The ReasonIt's your hair,<br />
no, it's your eyes.<br />
That sexy grin <br />
that gets me every time.<br />
<br />
It's your beautiful body.<br />
It's everything about you.<br />
What is it?<br />
Can I narrow it down<br />
to one thing?<br />
<br />
Chase turned around,<br />
and looked at me <br />
the other day.<br />
He just stood there,<br />
smiling at me.<br />
<br />
Then I realized what it is,<br />
<br />
Your heart<br />
<br />
I know every Bible verse<br />
that tells me our hearts are wicked.<br />
Bad wicked.<br />
I know all that very well.<br />
<br />
So maybe its called something else,<br />
whatever it is , yours is beautiful, <br />
selfless, and it shines bright. <br />
It radiates and changes those around you.<br />
<br />
<br />
Thank you for the radiation. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I love you so much Jessie Lynn<br />
Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-26982511409437069872015-06-06T21:05:00.003-07:002015-06-06T21:05:54.846-07:00You are mine You are my treasure<br />
I found the most wonderful beauty<br />
And made you mine<br />
<br />
You are my love<br />
I earnestly long to be with you<br />
All of the hours of the day<br />
<br />
You are my passion<br />
The feelings I have for you<br />
Belong to no other<br />
<br />
You are my joy<br />
You bring me delight<br />
Every minute , every hour of every day<br />
<br />
You are my strength<br />
When I feel weak<br />
You build me up<br />
<br />
You are my grace<br />
I deserve the depths of hell<br />
But I have heaven in my arms<br />
<br />
You are my Enjoyment<br />
There's never a dull moment<br />
We have crazy fun<br />
Doing life together<br />
I enjoy every second with you<br />
<br />
You are my desire<br />
I want you, and no other<br />
<br />
You are my pleasure<br />
Only I could know<br />
How you enrapture me<br />
<br />
Jessie Lynn<br />
You are my life<br />
I'm the man I am because of you<br />
I'm the father I am because of you<br />
I'm the husband I am because of you<br />
<br />
You are mine<br />
<br />
The old Word says<br />
Praise a godly woman<br />
So I praise you<br />
<br />
I love you beautiful<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561255883057422997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979530005028689102.post-18276038346705334452015-05-09T23:11:00.000-07:002015-05-09T23:11:49.800-07:00I wish I'd forget The past , I wish I'd forget <div>
It haunts me. </div>
<div>
The fool I made of myself .</div>
<div>
I wish I'd forget </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The times I'd hurt , I wish I'd forget </div>
<div>
No care in the world ,</div>
<div>
My heart turned to darkness, </div>
<div>
I wish I'd forget </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The hypocrite , I wish I'd forget</div>
<div>
I hated who I was,</div>
<div>
Yet I kept diving in.</div>
<div>
I wish I'd forget </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The time I wasted , I wish I'd forget.</div>
<div>
I wanted to stop, </div>
<div>
Yet I continued. </div>
<div>
I wish I'd forget </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
No matter how hard I try to forget, </div>
<div>
I always remember.</div>
<div>
The memories are always here.</div>
<div>
I wish I'd forget.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But it's Grace that reminds me where I was,</div>
<div>
So I never tread that ground again. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I'll never forget. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Grace isn't always easy , </div>
<div>
buts it's always worth it. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sola Gratia </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
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