You are beyond special!

Great post discussing our life’s importance to Yahusha the Saviour, why to support pro-life, and a little about why it would matter where you shop due to the store’s values.

Confession: I like watching TV commercials. Partly because I’m an actor and I do a lot of commercials, and so it’s kinda like homework to see what the commercial “trends” are. Some of these trends include: making dads and men seem like dopes or incompetent, ethnically ambiguous “heroes,” the switching of normal gender roles, and…

via TV Morality — BeautyBeyondBones

 

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Who is America? pt. 1

Wow, I like series I guess! But I reckon it’s because things are so complex!

Well, I’m afraid it is pretty complicated.

The media -specifically television- seems to wish us to think many americans [Especially democrats, lol!] are evil people; Instead of the amazing men and women many of us are. That is, they point out the evil, ignoring the good.

To warn you, I’m gonna first discuss one of America’s problems. Discusion of the good begins @ the blue words. 🙂

Going to a free concert -in a large city, no less- on my way in, I was stopped; my bag searched. Privacy like really infringed!! I mean, it wasn’t even a frisk. But this is a theatre!? I felt very uncomfortable, however; after muttering an in-audible “Why?!”, I quietly said “oh, o.k.”. Which means I “willingly” gave my rights away.

However, after researching it, at this point it seems it was legal- because the searchers were not government-employed. Looking into it a little, the police, etc. need either a “probable cause” or “reasonable, articuable suspicion” to search you. Or a warrant. Also, your permission -implied or stated- gives them that “right”.

But these were security guards- ‘Legally’ the 4th amendment does NOT apply to them. That is, if you come to my house, I can search you, your car, your purse… I see how I have that right to keep myself safe, especially on my property. But, yo, you have the right to refuse! So I am allowed to search other people’s property. (How often is that necessary??)

Yes, they would have the right to say “Oh, I’d rather leave than to be frisked.” Whether it be for privacy issues or because they harbor an actual threat, it’s their right to leave!! As I assume I could have done at the concert- “Sir, please stop searching me. I’d rather leave. It’s my rightful choice. Have a good day now.”

But I put myself in a place where I was meeting folks inside, and so thought I had better go in… Real thinking, planning and purpose are important in a free place.

Once inside, they then played the National Anthem. I was disgusted. I love my fellow americans. However, I do not appreciate being searched. Searching innocent people is NOT patriotic…

I will get back to problems in a later post. Just let me say-

sanity is insanity.

I.E., we live in a virtual reality. I know it sounds crazy. But BTW- Most anything new does sound crazy!

But that is merely the dark side. Those security guards are not the representation of America at it’s best. They may be fine people. However, their job isn’t good American action (In my mind.). Not the heart of the true America- The America that should be. There is bountiful proof of incredible Americans across our beautiful nation.

Riding home with my family from a [FREE:)] horse back ride from a lady a few towns away, we encountered a car crash. Yup, we all see it. Discombobulated cars, totaled trucks. Police running around, an ambulance coming up behind us.

But after a few seconds, we realized it just happened.

We -all four of us- got out. It was a two-car crash. There was a teen walking around, dazed. His younger brother, Aiden*, lay on the road- the older boy, Jonathan (the driver) had pulled him out. My Mom and Jonathan pulled Jonathan’s father, Simon, from the car. He was awake, but very delirious. The Mom, Abby, stayed seated. Jonathan had cut her seat belt off her, my Mom tied a shirt around Abby’s bleeding foot. Abby’s Mother was wedged between the back and front seats. My Grandma being a nurse, told everyone to leave her still. When the EMTs arrived, they removed her. The bleeding began all over again. Turns out every bone in her body was broken.

Over at the other car involved in the crash, a lady- Tonya- was leaning on the side of the car. She was the sole occupant of that car. A few involved, we got her laying down. Looking for her phone for her, I found a few Bibles in her car, and proceeded to read a few verses. We later found out her hip had been broken.

We stayed there working; all over the road. Six were involved in the crash, all harmed. (Sadly, Abby’s Mom since died. Prayers always for their family.) We, along with other “normal folk” aided for two hours- until the last was taken away in an ambulance. It took about an hour for the state troopers to arrive. The fire/rescue men came a little before, maybe 20 to 40 minutes after us. It took, re-iterating it, TWO HOURS for the second ambulance to arrive. Thanks, system. (All the Troopers did, basically, was act smart, ask questions, spray marks on the road, and write stuff down. Thanks I guess. Good stuff for records. No help physically to the folks…)

Yet, amidst all the blood, all the pain, all the grief -humans helped humans. About fourteen ‘normal folks’ (and around the same number of gov. employed personnel & volunteer firemen) aided those in dire need. People took to task. Did what they had to do. I was scared; wasn’t always sure what to do; even hesitant. Coulda done more. But I helped. It was hard; sometimes I was kind of frozen, not sure what to do. But, from the idea of another, I sang- praise Yahuwah. It soothed both the ‘victims’ and their helpers.

Tonya likely caused the crash. We did not care. We wanted her safe, along with everybody!

However,

One woman (maybe) caused it. Nearly 30 folks pitched in.

Does that say anything?! 😀

Americans care. Americans help when it’s hard. We rise above circumstances.

Don’t forget that.

Bye for now,

-Yah’s girl

*Names have been changed for privacy.

By Yah’s grace, awoke by a thunderbolt

I remember when I was younger,  I broke my leg. I was sitting in a wheel chair, with my family ’round. My Dad brought a nice man over to talk with me. A religious man, as my family were and are. The man asked me a question; “Do you believe [Yhwh] can heal you?” I believe he was kneeling before me. It was one of those times a lot goes through your head real fast.

After a few seconds, I said; “Yes.” The man replied; “Good. Then He will.”

I said what I knew he and everyone around wanted to hear. But I really wasn’t so sure. Indeed, my thoughts before answering included doubting thoughts. I was eleven.

I was healed. My leg is quite well.

But that didn’t mean I never doubted again. I have thought of myself as a Thomas.

About 14 days ago, I was in my room, sitting on my bed. I was not ready to sleep, but instead was writing in my diary my thoughts. My thoughts about my spiritual life, and my doubts.

I began crying, and cried out to Yahuah. I was disheartened. I was thinking about doubts I’ve had for months, wishing I could just forget them, but knowing I must settle them. It was one of those rock-bottom moments.

Yup, desperate even, I cried out to Yhwh, upset-like.

It was a rainy night..

Indecisive for awhile, I finally decided on something. I kinda made a deal with Yah.

Before, I’ve asked Him to wake me up- particularly for study. So, I said to Him…

“Tomorrow, Yahuah, wake me up. 5:30. I’ll study the Bible for an hour and go back to bed for half an hour.” Usually I wake up 7:00 or 8:00. And an hour of study is a bit more than usual as well.

I went asleep at some point.

Hours later, I awoke to a crash. Thunder. I was mad at Yahuah. “Why did you wake me up? We don’t need more rain!”

Then it dawned on me. I went to check the clock. It was 5:27.

Wow!


HalleluYah!


In awe, I felt pretty peaceful. In wondermont, I watched the lightning out my windows. Wrote some good news in my diary. And sat down on my stool to read the Word.

Where to start, I wondered? Ding! I read Genesis 1 through 5.

 

Yahuah still moves.

 


Shalom!

-Yah’s girl