I still remember those armageddon pictures from the Paradise book from when I was 6. The one with the girl and her doll falling in the crack terrified me.
Those pictures really make an impact on young minds.
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I still remember those armageddon pictures from the Paradise book from when I was 6. The one with the girl and her doll falling in the crack terrified me.
Those pictures really make an impact on young minds.
when i think of my childhood i tend to organize my memories based on the houses i lived in.
the house i remember the most was the house on the hill when i was 6. i can still picture it in my mind.
it had a big porch with a porch swing.
When I think of my childhood I tend to organize my memories based on the houses I lived in.
The house I remember the most was the house on the hill when I was 6. I can still picture it in my mind. It had a big porch with a porch swing. My mom used to cuddle me and sing to me as the swing gently rocked to and fro.
When I was living with my foster parents, I would cling to that memory of my mom and I on that swing and the feeling of love and safety that surrounded me. The foster parents would tell us how awful my mom was and we were not allowed to talk about her, but I had that memory they could not take away.
That house on the hill was the last house my whole famiy was together. I lived there a short time but most of my clear child hood memories involve that house.
Did you have a memory or place that comforted you or made you happy?
joe slaiman and his wife jean were in the travelling work in australia throughout the 90's... ( i may have spelt the name incorrectly).
anyone remember them?
they were very well liked by many of the brothers and sisters.. i wonder what happened to him?
I just wanted to say I enjoyed reading this thread. I missed it the first time around. I think this will be helpful to lurkers.
who can teach who now to deal with a life changing mistake?.
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take note of the distress of the elephant at the top of the screen.. elephant elders vs jw elders........ no contest..
No contest. Elephant Elders. Great video..
just curious how we all think.. what prompted or influenced your choice of username for this forum?.
there are some really amazing names, and it would be great to hear the stories behind them.... mine was nothing fancy.
i just felt "stuck in a rut too" along with so many others.
MissFit: I wanted a play on words. I always felt like a misfit in my life growing up .
First as a foster child, then as a JW both at school and at the hall.
Later as an adult when I married "out of the Truth".
Now that I know TTATT, I am not a misfit-
but more fit, ready to live my life. So now I'm MissFit.
i just recently stopped attending.
i keep getting messages, emails, texts and voice mails asking if i'm ok. they all say the exact same thing.
it's creepy and a bit scary.
This is just another way they can count time. Someone is problably assigned to text people who are absent at meetings to encouage them.
This happened to me a couple of years ago when I stopped going to meetings after being pretty regular.
I would get a weekly text reminding me about the meeting or summing up the last meeting I missed. They didn't identify themselves.
I first I was puzzled,but I had a pretty good idea who it was. One of the elders was sending it - I think it was supposed to be encouraging those who were absent. Like a sheperding call.
I never replied back. Sometimes my old study conductor will send me a text to say she misses me or to remind me of a special day coming up.
I prefer that to when a service group would stop by my place of work to give me the latest nagazine.
“oh mommy!” the little girl in the floral dress cooed to her mother.. i felt the same.. that splash of vivid brightness on such a perfect creature takes your breath away!the delicate robin whose crimson colored breast chased ugliness from sight delighted little children on starbucks patio.. better still, her nest in a nearby tree stirs a keen anticipation for summer’s hatchling sounds of chirpy appetites and a renewal of hope for our futures, the little things and we ourselves.. i barely spy her nest, exquisitely fashioned, basket-like; roundish and stout.
she flits charmingly now...and again keeping custodial observance of her eggs.
such treasures!
Now you did it *sniff* my eyes are leaking. Must be allergies. *sniff*
Now write something funny.
watchtower insisted that members be "approved" by their rbc before going to the disaster area.
she told me how she went with her husband on that bus and a few other wives of other rbc workers went also.
she told me how their two children went with them on that bus.
Thanks for sharing. Sometimes it is a balancing act. I think it was thoughtful of you to consider your mom's situation as you answered.
caws for concern!
malone.
(a vagrant escapee from a butterfly net and he's on starbucks' patio jabbering non-stop at me!).
I'm glad you did get it down. It was hilarious.
a huge man to my right has leaned in.
why do strangers talk to me without provocation on my part?
he is an enormous man--a man of color.
Thanks Terry. I was able to picture him in my mind. Maybe one day you can put all these characters in a story.
What do you think would happen if he were to meet Psyedelic Jezabel?