Twisted and singed wing Angel's blog: "angel"

I sit here with a list of people that call me friend, needing a shoulder, a prayer for my family, a note that says i'm thinking of you. I post a notice to let these friends know where I am at and watch minutes tick by with nothing from anyone but one person. These are people I visit almost daily when possible, whose pics I have rated a 10 regardless of what I really felt, As a christian some things are not my cup of tea, but to each his own, who am I to judge. I watch bulletin after bulletin of stupid crap get reposted. While mine sits there not even viewed by 77 of the 78 who are on my friends list. While I sit here in tears, worrying about a family member I love who has made a difference in the lives of thousands of people and their children spending the last 39 years as a bus driver. Transporting not just kids but sometimes the kids of kids she carried way back when. She lies in a hospital bed suffering the cruel effects of cancer and now her heart is acting up and they are doing all they can to get it under control so she does not throw a blood clot. she has suffered more thatn any person aside from Jesus. In the last year I have watched my father die from cancer adn now I am watching my aunt and I'm scared and hurt and want to scream and I have to hold it together for my kids cause they dont need that stress. And as I sit here I realize no matter who i befriend or who i help ultimately I am alone and guess I should be used to it by now. Doesnt stop it from hurting still though. Ty all so much for being a support system, yeah right.

She wiggled over him still trying her best into teasing him into somehting more but he fought the temptaion with all he had. Slowly he rolled her back into the bed of flowers they wre lying in, her arms still above her head contained by the shirt he had removed moments before. Her breathing was heavy as she felt his breath across her neck, she arched her head back to allow him access to the soft warm flesh there, his teeth slowly grazing across her , tongue dancing swiftly in and out tasting of her skin, and the slight taste of arousal, it was sweet and slightly salty all at the same time. she moaned with pleasure at the feel of his hot breath that close to her, his lips moving down her body, once again teasing the skin of her ample breasts, her DD mounds throbbing to escape the captivity of the lace that held them bound. His teeth tugged at the shoulder strap of the bra slowly moving it lower down her arm, her back arching up to allow him swifter ability to take it off of her.He gently unwinds his cloth restraint system from her wrist allowing her hands free access to his shoulders and chest, her fingers running like hot coals over his already warm skin, teasing him with her touch, lifting herself up to nibble on his neck as his fingers deftly unhook her brassierre from her. Tenderly his hands return to pull the lacy fabric from her body, slowly his mouth tasting every inch of her bosom as he exposes it to the day time sun. She moans with ecstacy at his lips on her skin, her hands running down his spine to the waist of his jeans trying her best to get to the button that is keeping her form his manhood, wanting to see him naked in this light her primitive desire right now. She wants to be skin to skin with him and feel his body in rhythm with hers, to move like the well oiled machine they become when they are intertwined in their lovemaking.

He laid beside her in the field just watching the sunlight glisten off of her hair that lay around her like a golden cloud. His fingers gently running through its silky softness, the smell of her cologne mingling with the aroma of a million wildflowers that surrounded them. their fragrances mixed together to make an almost intoxicating scent that made one light headed and dizzy. His eyes met hers, each looking almost throught the other ones as if if they could read not just the others mind but the very soul. He tasted her lips gently at first his tongue lightly dancing across her full pink lips, she never wore lipstick and he loved the fact that she oozed sex appeal and the sensuality of a black panther on the prowl. Her body was curved in all the right places, long soft kissable neck, made for a man to just start on a longggg journey to forbidden places and exoctic locales of orgasmic bliss without the first entrance of his body into hers. slowly he kissed his way down to her chest, licking the soft skin of her cleavage, his hands tracing her body slowly and softly, each moan from her mouth causing every nerve in his body to explode with anticipation and the desire to be in her near her skin to skin. but he knew that thta would just ruin the moment and he loved to feel her explode over and over and to know that only he could make her feel this way. she lifted her back up to meet his body, his chest against hers as he rolled her over to be above him on top. allowing her hair to flow freely over her shoulders and across his arms and hands, like featherws from the wings of a thousand angels running over his body. she raised her arms above her head, signalling him to remove the shirt from her body, slowly he lifted and exposed her soft skin and kissed every inch of it as he went farther and farther with the shirt, stopping just short of her hands he twisted it around her wrists making a soft form of restraint. His teeth grazed against her now hard erect nipple pushing out from the lacy confines of the bra she wore, his tongue tracing its outline from right under her arm across the front of her collarbone down to the breast bone, over the soft, sun kissed tops of her now warm breast, her breath coming in faster pants at her anticipation. She wiggled on top of him, trying to coerce him to remove his jeans, he could feel his manhood throbbing beneath the fabric of the blue jeans he wore, they were tight to begin with now they were almost unbearably so, but he resisted the urge to respond to her teasing request.

I am just sitting here looking at the 4 billion programs on this puter of mine and cannot figure out how to record me singing to an audio soundtrack and save it to my puter. Trying to get some practice in cause I have a reallly deep feeling I will be singing at a funeral here in a few days and I want to be able to have all this stuff on cd and i also dont want to sing at this funeral if that is what it comes down to. Just fell sooo frustrated and confused and hurt and dont talk to me today cause I will snap.

In the annals of Heaven, the plans were prearranged, that man would fall short, and a price would be paid. The covenant was laid out, and the prophecies foretold, that a perfect lamb would come forth, from out of David's fold. The first shedding of this lamb's blood happened on eighth day, with the ritual of circumcision, in keeping with the promise Abraham made. He grew to be a carpenter, and learned the promises of The Word, coming to the realization, He was the King foretold. In the Garden of Gethsemane, His blood landed on the ground, to break the curse of Adam of toil by the sweat of our brow. He prayed that God would take the cup, of bitterness He had, to not withstand the whipping post, or agony from roman soldiers hands. the third place was on the whipping post, as they ripped the flesh from bone. The torture of which none of us, will ever truly know. The stripes from bones and metal He withstood, freed us from all disease, were you aware that all sickness known to man, is covered by the 39 lashes He received? The next shedding came when they made Him wear the ring of thorns, the thorns were promised to Adam for his sin, have now become our crowns. 4 inch nails were used, to hold his arms to the tree, so in our work Satan cannot curse us, from those attacks that blood set us free. one 12 inch nail went thru his feet, and were placed upon a shelf, This blood covers the sins we have done, as we have walked the land. As it dripped from His beaten body, to the hill where a skull was found. Were you aware that David brought the head of Goliath there? That anyone who sinned against God was stoned upon that hill? And yet His blood flowed freely to cover that hallowed ground. so no more we could be held captive, by the curse of sin in which Satan had us bound. the final drops came from his side, to prove that he was gone. To keep from the breaking of his legs, that others had endured before. But in the taking of that blood, He covered the woman as well. to open the Holy of Holies to us, allowing us to step behind the veil. For woman was born of Adam's rib, So we were considered beneath, but by that blood we were sanctified, to talk and sing and preach. they broke not his legs because God knew, He once again would walk, to tell his followers His job was complete, in victory we walk. so now you know the truth of the story, and how our freedom was gained. From 7 different places, but from the son of God and Jesus is his name.

Sometimes in the midst of a storm, I feel so all alone, the waves are high,the ocean wide and the thunder and lightning rolls. I toss and turn on the stormy sea, feeling lost and adrift, looking for some peace of mind upon this stormy ship. I cry out for help from friends, as they stand upon the shore, but they seem as though they cannot hear me, above the ocean's roar. In desperation I cry out, and fall down to my knees, hands stretched upward, towards the clouds, "Jesus, help me please!" Then just like that the storm grows calm, the waves no longer toss, the sun comes out, the skies turn blue and across the water Jesus walks. To find me on my sinking ship, tossed roughly by life's storm, He takes my hand and leads me to, the safety of the shore. I watch in awe as He tames the rage inside of me, giving peace where once was none, from that bondage set me free. "Wait," I cry, "How much do I owe?, for bringing you to my side?" "Not one thing,"He answers me, "Only my name never deny" "Don't be ashamed that you know Me, and walk My narrow path, walk in the love that I have shown you, instead of hate and wrath. "And when someone scorns my name, and claims I was not the One, simply tell them how you saw, Me tame your raging storm. Tell them how I rescued you, from the prison you had made, and did it as a walking king, not one left in the grave. "Tell them that I love them still, though they know not me, and pray for those who have not heard, that the truth they'll find in Me. "And forget not to help those enslaved, like you yourself once were, and daily remember to stregthen yourself, by the reading of God's word" I nodded in acceptance, and wept as He walked away, "Wait, how can I find you again, if another battle comes my way?' "My child, I'm never far from you, I know your every step, for I am the man who died for your sins, before we ever met." "I saw you in your lowest times, and held you when you fell, watched you when you had victory, and cheered for you as well. There is not a thing you will ever do, that can keep you from my love, for with my love I pardoned you, on a cross with 3 rusty nails"

In all the routine of daily life being the mommy the maid and the wife I often just sit and think of what I used to want to be... A singer in a country band, a writer travelling to foreign lands, a doctor with a healing touch, an actress who was loved so much. But I look around and all I see, are dirty dishes and wounded knees, clothes piled on the bathroom floor, bills I didnt mail the day before. Between snotty noses and family meals, and loving kisses for wound to heal, tucking my children into bed, teeth getting brushed and prayers said, I wonder what exactly would I change If I could do this once again, My life redone, from start to end, and difference in the way my road bends. And even though I can dream, I'm still just happy being me, and often find I wouldn't change my life not one single thing. for in the raising of my kids I once again have life to give, dreams undone they can attempt, and in doing that my times well spent.

Remember when you felt that first rush that first sensation of anticipation and you heart felt like a thousand fireworks were going off inside your chest. How anxious you were just to have it happen and how you dreaded it all at the same time. how badly you wanted that first taste of love. Yet were not sure you were going to get all that you had dreamed about. Then suddenly, without warning, it happened, his lips found yours in a brush so quick and soft, almost as though they were feathers blowing in a wind of childhood and little girl dreams. Knowing that no matter what happened or where you went from here this moment was forever etched into your psyche. Creating a space in time where you could always go. A place where you were loved if only in that moment, beautiful, if only to that person, wanted, if only for that time, and never to have that feeling again no matter how many more kisses you receive in life. None will ever be as sweet, nor as memorable as the threshold you crossed in that moment in time forever ago.

A soft breeze blowing across your face, slowly bringing the smell of daisies and the alluring aroma of clothes hung outside to dry into your nose and thru your brain, Sendind waves of peace and tranquility throughout your soul and being, feeling of being home and a kid again of not having to worry about tomorrow Suddenly being jolted back to reality by the bad news of a friend, realizing that you dont hold tomorrow, after this day comes to an end. Wanting to find that comfort zone and lock yourself away taking all the cares of morrow and leaving them in yesterday.