The Apostolic Life by David K. Bernard was a fascinating and very informative book. I learned so much and this book answered so many questions. I came away with a clearer understanding of the differences in trinitarian and oneness beliefs for one thing. This was the kind of book that after each chapter I had to take time to think it over and process the reading material. Chapters in this book included information on Science and Scripture, Evangelism, Ministry, Outreach, roles of women in church and so forth. There were chapters here that did not apply to me personally, but the reading was still very interesting. The areas that I found to be useful for me on a personal level, left me with guidance for spiritual growth and enlightenment.
So many of the books I read in all honesty are just drivel. Some are very highly entertaining but, provide nothing more. Entertainment is great too. But, sometimes the mind, body and spirit need so much more than entertainment fodder for the brain.
I borrowed this book from my Pastor and I so wanted to keep it.
Several months ago during a sermon he preached on how we need to fuel our spirits with positive reading materials. I am making a conscious effort to add spiritual guidance materials to my piles.
Last week I went to the T-Town Library book sale, and came away with two bags. One is loaded with books by authors like Corrie Ten Boom and Joyce Meyers. The other bag with books to add the the winter stash for entertainment. This year is fast flying by and I have had so little time to read. I did read one other book recently and it took me over two weeks. I am an obsessive reader and a paperback never takes more than a day or two. But, this has been a hectic demanding year and this month more than all the others. I will try and take a day a week this fall to do some catch up reading. :
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Another month almost over~
Whew!~ What a month.
Ephesians 6:13 (King James Version)
13. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Yep!~ It's been that kind of trials and testing for me. Whew!~
Ephesians 6:13 (King James Version)
13. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Yep!~ It's been that kind of trials and testing for me. Whew!~
Friday, August 6, 2010
blowin ' the place...
Whew!~ Been runnin' in circles all day. Finally slowin' down. Sittin' at my daughters house using my granddaughters laptop. lol Took her internet for my blog time. lol
Fought with the flea problem for days now. Finally made contact with a very reputable exterminator and they are spraying my house, so, I am staying away for a few hours. I hope this solves the problem. We bought the very good once a month pills for our dogs, but, I don't know if this will eliminate the bugs. Our neighbor still has her pack of dogs and two cats. Time will tell. *sigh*
I have not had BoBo this week, so in my down time I got almost all of my huge pile of mending caught up. Just a few more pieces left to do. Yipeeeeee!~ I put new zippers in three pair of hunnys pants, mended and patched three pair of Putt-Putt boys blue jeans. I put new buttons on several things, and finished three new undertank type teddy tops. :) To anyone else all this may be humdrum, but, the pile has grown for sometime now, so, I feel I accomplished a big project. lol It's just life in the fast lane for granny. lol
My hunny has been working such long days. Going in at 5am and heading to the hayfield at 4pm to mow, rake, or bale hay. Getting home around 8:30 or 9:00pm. He is such a hard worker, and I so wish he could slow down. Hay season will be over for him soon though. I think we need to plan a week-end get-a-way in mid September. Take a fall drive and see the sights somewhere down the road. I need to add that to my list of things to do. :) :) He is an amazing man, and this is sometimes the only way to get him away for a break.
Daughter and her little extended herd are planning a road trip to Wichita Falls, Texas. This place they are going to, Castaway Cove has all of the kiddies pumped. lol I can only imagine what the trip will be like with all the kiddies and their grand kiddies. lol Been there, done that! While the memories and pics are great it sure can wear a person out. lol
I have not talked to my son or his boys all week. :{ Such is life sometimes, I guess. It makes me sad to know that my youngest grandson is mad at me. It may be that his being mad translates into his older brother being mad too. Oh well. Not much I can do but let things go for now as is. I don't know if since their Dad is in Texas if either of them told their Dad what happened between young one and me. I will not tell him. If they want to tell him, I will talk to him about the situation if and only if he brings it up first. *sigh* No one can say I am a tattletale. lol
My verse today that keeps cropping up has been:
Ephesians 6:13 (King James Version)
13Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
I have rambled enough for now. I have a book with me and I am so ready to get back to reading it. :)
Fought with the flea problem for days now. Finally made contact with a very reputable exterminator and they are spraying my house, so, I am staying away for a few hours. I hope this solves the problem. We bought the very good once a month pills for our dogs, but, I don't know if this will eliminate the bugs. Our neighbor still has her pack of dogs and two cats. Time will tell. *sigh*
I have not had BoBo this week, so in my down time I got almost all of my huge pile of mending caught up. Just a few more pieces left to do. Yipeeeeee!~ I put new zippers in three pair of hunnys pants, mended and patched three pair of Putt-Putt boys blue jeans. I put new buttons on several things, and finished three new undertank type teddy tops. :) To anyone else all this may be humdrum, but, the pile has grown for sometime now, so, I feel I accomplished a big project. lol It's just life in the fast lane for granny. lol
My hunny has been working such long days. Going in at 5am and heading to the hayfield at 4pm to mow, rake, or bale hay. Getting home around 8:30 or 9:00pm. He is such a hard worker, and I so wish he could slow down. Hay season will be over for him soon though. I think we need to plan a week-end get-a-way in mid September. Take a fall drive and see the sights somewhere down the road. I need to add that to my list of things to do. :) :) He is an amazing man, and this is sometimes the only way to get him away for a break.
Daughter and her little extended herd are planning a road trip to Wichita Falls, Texas. This place they are going to, Castaway Cove has all of the kiddies pumped. lol I can only imagine what the trip will be like with all the kiddies and their grand kiddies. lol Been there, done that! While the memories and pics are great it sure can wear a person out. lol
I have not talked to my son or his boys all week. :{ Such is life sometimes, I guess. It makes me sad to know that my youngest grandson is mad at me. It may be that his being mad translates into his older brother being mad too. Oh well. Not much I can do but let things go for now as is. I don't know if since their Dad is in Texas if either of them told their Dad what happened between young one and me. I will not tell him. If they want to tell him, I will talk to him about the situation if and only if he brings it up first. *sigh* No one can say I am a tattletale. lol
My verse today that keeps cropping up has been:
Ephesians 6:13 (King James Version)
13Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
I have rambled enough for now. I have a book with me and I am so ready to get back to reading it. :)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Finding...A Man of God. ~2~
When I was in and out of churches it doesn't take much to figure out that I was living in a worldly place. I was struggling to be a proper mother to my two children and still living a wild life in some ways. I was making sure my children knew about God as best I could. I taught them to say prayers, especially at bedtime just like my Mother did for me. My mother used to read me Bible stories so I knew all the basics. I thought I knew enough about God. Oh, how foolish we can be!~
While trying to maintain the home life for the sake of my children, I was drinking and prowling when they were away for the week-end or the night. At one point I was working three jobs just to make ends meet. I did not get child support and I did not qualify for any kind of assistance. I worked day care during the week, did babysitting as needed nights and week-ends, cleaned house for a couple of ladies, and waitressed three nights a week at a local club. And there, I found a way to self-medicate. Alcohol is one the devil's greatest and most subtle tools of trade. It anesthetizes. And heaven knows that considering the emotional state I was in, I need something to dull the emotional pain.
From a childhood of confused roots I was also sexually abused by my Dad. Born to an Indian girl during the early 50's, and abandoned by good ole Dad while she was pregnant, I was a prime candidate for "looney ala halfbreed" from the start. She was a very wild and misguided young girl who abused her firstborn, lost her second child to the father, and gave birth to me in the middle of it all. In all fairness to Dad, she was too wild to be settled with him or anyone else. In just a few years she was forced by courts to turn me over to the custody of Dad. He had married in the meantime to a very good citified christian lady. I am sure she took one look at me and knew I was in need of proper civilization efforts. lol
I was used to using an outhouse, drinking water from a hand drawn well, and eating my veggies while sitting in the dirt of the garden. I spent a lot of time with my Indian grandpa at the time, and one of my earlies favorite memories is sitting there, eating cucumbers while he hoed his garden. I loved being at his house as did all the other children in the family. When our mother married an older man and became pregnant, we lived in our own little shotgun shack some miles away from dear Grandpa. Some of my earliest memories include watching my young drunken mother abuse my sister Jeannie. She wound hit, throw shoes, and we would hide behind the wood burning stove. I remember going to school with Jeannie and walking home from school cold and hungry. This is the mid 1950's please remember.
Grandpa was an Indian preacher so he was gone sometimes for days on end. He traveled to meetings all over the country. He would bring home a treat called sweetmeat and it was so delicious. I remember my older cousins hunting squirrel for food to eat in winter. I remember the smell of wood fire smoke as it haunts my memories of a wonderful Grandpa who simply could not care for all of us children on a long term basis. But I remember him with a loving heart. To this day one of my favorite foods in just a plain old biscuit. :) This dear sweet Man of God never learned to read, never went to church, but he knew to worship his Creator. He did it the Indian way.
When my Dad got custody I had to learn all things related to a White world. I do not mean to say that hatefully. The two worlds were as different as night and day. When Mom first tried to feed me spaghetti I thought she was trying to feed me bloody worms. My first restaurant experience she offered me a burger and french fries. I did not want any of that food. When the fries arrived I was so upset because I wanted some fried potatoes too. Five years old is too young to get specific with questioning in some areas. lol
My Dad's dad, Grandpa S., was very religious, as was my stepmother. While they were a religious family the demands on my simple culture shocked mind were just too much. Over time I did adapt to electric lights, running water, proper english, the food, and overall lifestyle changes, other things took more time. Emotionally I was still a little Indian girl missing her family so much.
The only Man of God in my life was this Grandpa S. and he was a southern transplant who really resented his oldest sons, bad seed, half-breed, born out of wedlock child. Were it not for my stepmother and her Christian grace, my faith would never have rooted in early childhood. I did grow up to be so confused by it all. She got sick around three years later and started spending lots of time in the hospital and my Dad took full advantage of the opportunity to start doing a lifetime of damage.
to be continued...
While trying to maintain the home life for the sake of my children, I was drinking and prowling when they were away for the week-end or the night. At one point I was working three jobs just to make ends meet. I did not get child support and I did not qualify for any kind of assistance. I worked day care during the week, did babysitting as needed nights and week-ends, cleaned house for a couple of ladies, and waitressed three nights a week at a local club. And there, I found a way to self-medicate. Alcohol is one the devil's greatest and most subtle tools of trade. It anesthetizes. And heaven knows that considering the emotional state I was in, I need something to dull the emotional pain.
From a childhood of confused roots I was also sexually abused by my Dad. Born to an Indian girl during the early 50's, and abandoned by good ole Dad while she was pregnant, I was a prime candidate for "looney ala halfbreed" from the start. She was a very wild and misguided young girl who abused her firstborn, lost her second child to the father, and gave birth to me in the middle of it all. In all fairness to Dad, she was too wild to be settled with him or anyone else. In just a few years she was forced by courts to turn me over to the custody of Dad. He had married in the meantime to a very good citified christian lady. I am sure she took one look at me and knew I was in need of proper civilization efforts. lol
I was used to using an outhouse, drinking water from a hand drawn well, and eating my veggies while sitting in the dirt of the garden. I spent a lot of time with my Indian grandpa at the time, and one of my earlies favorite memories is sitting there, eating cucumbers while he hoed his garden. I loved being at his house as did all the other children in the family. When our mother married an older man and became pregnant, we lived in our own little shotgun shack some miles away from dear Grandpa. Some of my earliest memories include watching my young drunken mother abuse my sister Jeannie. She wound hit, throw shoes, and we would hide behind the wood burning stove. I remember going to school with Jeannie and walking home from school cold and hungry. This is the mid 1950's please remember.
Grandpa was an Indian preacher so he was gone sometimes for days on end. He traveled to meetings all over the country. He would bring home a treat called sweetmeat and it was so delicious. I remember my older cousins hunting squirrel for food to eat in winter. I remember the smell of wood fire smoke as it haunts my memories of a wonderful Grandpa who simply could not care for all of us children on a long term basis. But I remember him with a loving heart. To this day one of my favorite foods in just a plain old biscuit. :) This dear sweet Man of God never learned to read, never went to church, but he knew to worship his Creator. He did it the Indian way.
When my Dad got custody I had to learn all things related to a White world. I do not mean to say that hatefully. The two worlds were as different as night and day. When Mom first tried to feed me spaghetti I thought she was trying to feed me bloody worms. My first restaurant experience she offered me a burger and french fries. I did not want any of that food. When the fries arrived I was so upset because I wanted some fried potatoes too. Five years old is too young to get specific with questioning in some areas. lol
My Dad's dad, Grandpa S., was very religious, as was my stepmother. While they were a religious family the demands on my simple culture shocked mind were just too much. Over time I did adapt to electric lights, running water, proper english, the food, and overall lifestyle changes, other things took more time. Emotionally I was still a little Indian girl missing her family so much.
The only Man of God in my life was this Grandpa S. and he was a southern transplant who really resented his oldest sons, bad seed, half-breed, born out of wedlock child. Were it not for my stepmother and her Christian grace, my faith would never have rooted in early childhood. I did grow up to be so confused by it all. She got sick around three years later and started spending lots of time in the hospital and my Dad took full advantage of the opportunity to start doing a lifetime of damage.
to be continued...
Finding...A Man of God!~
I've been thinking a lot lately about the Man of God. Not just the Pastor at my church, but, the Biblical Man of God. Men like Moses, Elijah, Elisha, Joshua, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Hosea, Ezra, and so many others. Men who took up their faith and walked in his light regardless of worldly influences.
Over the years I have visited so many churches of various doctrines. It took me almost a lifetime to find a Man of God in this day and age, who is committed to bringing truth, and guidance, that brings the joy and peace the Bible teaches. I have read my Bible over and over through the years. So many times I was tripped up by things that no one had answers for, or explanations that seared as truth in my soul.
Baptism is one example. I was baptized twice in years past. Once as a young teen in a Baptist church. The feeling of well being and the sense of spiritual purpose did in fact enter my soul. But, there was always something in me that seemed to be missing. I was filled with a sense of love for my God, and I understood that Jesus died for me. But, something was missing in me. I thought for years it was because I was just too unworthy.
The second time I was in my late twenties and the church was a very good church with an awesome pastor. This denomination used only the New Testament. I was at peace during the music services and the preaching did in fact make me want to try harder to be a better person, but there was still something missing in me. And, I knew it. I continued to believe that I was just too unworthy, and had lived a life too evil to be fully accepted by God, or to be forgiven. But, the Pastor was a very Godly man, and later I realized that he had tried so hard to reach his congregation with what he had to offer. He did an awesome job of teaching the New Testament. But, I knew that we are to use the teachings of the Old Testament to support the New.
Baptism this the last time was a life changing experience and and I was tingling and actually felt the Holy Ghost and rebirth as I left the water.
I would be in churches and out of churches. One church, sadly to say, I took my kids and visited three times and no one ever spoke to me. I went to the dinner after service the third time thinking I could get to know someone there. No one spoke to me. It was SO weird. I never took my kids and went back. Even my children said they felt it was unfriendly and they were still in elementary school.
Now, I know I was seeking, but, was lost as to what I was trying to find. That confusion, that outer darkness I was stumbling around in, perpetuated the feelings of loss and emptiness.
I am happy to say that I went to work at a Religious college. One of the Father's there befriended me. He was very instrumental in showing me the Love of God. A story in itself. I will tell of him another time. Suffice to say that this was the beginning of healing for me. Father Joe, what a good Man of God. The problem was that He wasn't teaching me the Bible, he was teaching me years of church doctrine developed over time and it was not easily found and applied in the Bible. AT least not for me. I did receive a touch during that time and it made my feelings of spiritual need more intense. I continued to seek.
To be continued...
Over the years I have visited so many churches of various doctrines. It took me almost a lifetime to find a Man of God in this day and age, who is committed to bringing truth, and guidance, that brings the joy and peace the Bible teaches. I have read my Bible over and over through the years. So many times I was tripped up by things that no one had answers for, or explanations that seared as truth in my soul.
Baptism is one example. I was baptized twice in years past. Once as a young teen in a Baptist church. The feeling of well being and the sense of spiritual purpose did in fact enter my soul. But, there was always something in me that seemed to be missing. I was filled with a sense of love for my God, and I understood that Jesus died for me. But, something was missing in me. I thought for years it was because I was just too unworthy.
The second time I was in my late twenties and the church was a very good church with an awesome pastor. This denomination used only the New Testament. I was at peace during the music services and the preaching did in fact make me want to try harder to be a better person, but there was still something missing in me. And, I knew it. I continued to believe that I was just too unworthy, and had lived a life too evil to be fully accepted by God, or to be forgiven. But, the Pastor was a very Godly man, and later I realized that he had tried so hard to reach his congregation with what he had to offer. He did an awesome job of teaching the New Testament. But, I knew that we are to use the teachings of the Old Testament to support the New.
Baptism this the last time was a life changing experience and and I was tingling and actually felt the Holy Ghost and rebirth as I left the water.
I would be in churches and out of churches. One church, sadly to say, I took my kids and visited three times and no one ever spoke to me. I went to the dinner after service the third time thinking I could get to know someone there. No one spoke to me. It was SO weird. I never took my kids and went back. Even my children said they felt it was unfriendly and they were still in elementary school.
Now, I know I was seeking, but, was lost as to what I was trying to find. That confusion, that outer darkness I was stumbling around in, perpetuated the feelings of loss and emptiness.
I am happy to say that I went to work at a Religious college. One of the Father's there befriended me. He was very instrumental in showing me the Love of God. A story in itself. I will tell of him another time. Suffice to say that this was the beginning of healing for me. Father Joe, what a good Man of God. The problem was that He wasn't teaching me the Bible, he was teaching me years of church doctrine developed over time and it was not easily found and applied in the Bible. AT least not for me. I did receive a touch during that time and it made my feelings of spiritual need more intense. I continued to seek.
To be continued...
Monday, August 2, 2010
Another week-end over...
Ok, it is Monday morning and I have been up once again since 4;15a.m. Hunny rolled outta here at 4:30am ad I got putt putt boy up at 4:45am. I am so thankful they both have good jobs but the schedules are changing daily. It sure keeps me running. lol
We are still fighting the flea problem. I have spent a small fortune the last few weeks trying to control this problem. WE bought pills at the vet hospital for both our dogs. (NOT CHEAP.) The pills are working great as the fleas that do get on them are dying. But, the young lady next door has four or five dogs and two cats and that seems to be what is causing the problem. We have sprinkled our yard three times, sprayed at least five times. We bombed on Saturday and he sprayed again later yesterday and still have fleas entering the small bath on the South side of the house which is near her garage. ARGH!!~ Maybe I should buy pills for everyone that enters our house. We live in a very nice neighborhood and this girl is a teacher. So, I just don't understand how she can live with the problem. Gripe, gripe, grumble, grumble.
I heard a very much needed sermon yesterday. I am so thankful for my Pastor. It is so sad to think of all the people who go to churches seeking guidance and never find a pastor who is a true Man of God. I was blessed with the greatest inflow of God's presence and felt so at peace when the feelings flowed through me. I am so thankful that Jesus did not leave us comfortless. I sometimes wish I could just stay right there in that place forever. But, I know that someday I will be there forever and it keeps me going. Such blessed feelings of peace and joy when his spirit fills me.
BoBO was not so good during service yesterday. He is wanting to play and travel and he even crawled under the church pew. I swatted him to get him to crawl back out from under and that was embarrassing. I guess for the next few weeks I will spend time with him in the baby class so he can get used to being there. He is now two and a half and it is time for him to be in with children his age. It just took some time for him to adapt to being out in a large group. I didn't want to just start leaving him as he is a very shy timid baby due to the lack of interaction in his past. But, after yesterday (lol) I feel he is comfortable enough at the church building and with the people there, that he is ready for the transition to Sunday School. I know that NaaiNaai got mad at me for trying to discipline him, as she is such a softy. She doesn't get to spend much time with him because she works a very demanding job. I on the other hand spend a lot of time with him and I have to use discipline to try and control the boy in him. And, he was disturbing the man at the end of our pew, and I know how that feels.
I sure stay tired most of the time now. Either too many irons in the fire or not enough time to keep up with everything I am called on to do. I will try to rest more. It helps when the first of the month rolls around and I get my B12 shot.
We are still fighting the flea problem. I have spent a small fortune the last few weeks trying to control this problem. WE bought pills at the vet hospital for both our dogs. (NOT CHEAP.) The pills are working great as the fleas that do get on them are dying. But, the young lady next door has four or five dogs and two cats and that seems to be what is causing the problem. We have sprinkled our yard three times, sprayed at least five times. We bombed on Saturday and he sprayed again later yesterday and still have fleas entering the small bath on the South side of the house which is near her garage. ARGH!!~ Maybe I should buy pills for everyone that enters our house. We live in a very nice neighborhood and this girl is a teacher. So, I just don't understand how she can live with the problem. Gripe, gripe, grumble, grumble.
I heard a very much needed sermon yesterday. I am so thankful for my Pastor. It is so sad to think of all the people who go to churches seeking guidance and never find a pastor who is a true Man of God. I was blessed with the greatest inflow of God's presence and felt so at peace when the feelings flowed through me. I am so thankful that Jesus did not leave us comfortless. I sometimes wish I could just stay right there in that place forever. But, I know that someday I will be there forever and it keeps me going. Such blessed feelings of peace and joy when his spirit fills me.
BoBO was not so good during service yesterday. He is wanting to play and travel and he even crawled under the church pew. I swatted him to get him to crawl back out from under and that was embarrassing. I guess for the next few weeks I will spend time with him in the baby class so he can get used to being there. He is now two and a half and it is time for him to be in with children his age. It just took some time for him to adapt to being out in a large group. I didn't want to just start leaving him as he is a very shy timid baby due to the lack of interaction in his past. But, after yesterday (lol) I feel he is comfortable enough at the church building and with the people there, that he is ready for the transition to Sunday School. I know that NaaiNaai got mad at me for trying to discipline him, as she is such a softy. She doesn't get to spend much time with him because she works a very demanding job. I on the other hand spend a lot of time with him and I have to use discipline to try and control the boy in him. And, he was disturbing the man at the end of our pew, and I know how that feels.
I sure stay tired most of the time now. Either too many irons in the fire or not enough time to keep up with everything I am called on to do. I will try to rest more. It helps when the first of the month rolls around and I get my B12 shot.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday morning...
BoBo and I are meeting NaaNaai at church this morning. It really troubles me that he is not so good at sitting still during services. But, most of the time he is quiet so I guess we have to work on being still as time goes by. He is watching The Ant Bully at the moment and I am just out of the shower. He slept so good last night. Asleep at 11:00p.m., (kinda late) and he slept until 8:15a.m., so we are ready to go and enjoy a great sermon. I need to feel the presence of my God.
I can sometimes pray and read my Bible here at home and pray thru to that all encompassing presence and feel so good for it. This week has been so demanding that my Bible study time has been hampered. We got up most days at 4:15 a.m. as hunny had to be at work. Putt-Putt Boy had to be up and rollling most days by 5:15 a.m. so the in and out of it all made it difficult for me to be emotionally involved in my study. I was also soooooooo tired it was hard to focus. Maybe it will be better next week. But, Monday will be another 4:15a.m. morning so I don't know how things will flow.
My Boy Boy sent me a text picture over the week-end and he shaved his moustache. He also sent me pics of yard flowers that looked almost exotic. wow!~ His yard appears to be so beautiful. I miss him.
I had an bad situation earlier this week with my youngest grandson that I have been praying about. I haven't talked to him since then, as he is now mad at me. But, sometimes you have to set your foot down and everyone lives with the consequences. I know someday he will really regret what happened. But, for now, I feel a loss in my heart for my young "Israel". I will just keep praying about the situation and for his young heart.
I can sometimes pray and read my Bible here at home and pray thru to that all encompassing presence and feel so good for it. This week has been so demanding that my Bible study time has been hampered. We got up most days at 4:15 a.m. as hunny had to be at work. Putt-Putt Boy had to be up and rollling most days by 5:15 a.m. so the in and out of it all made it difficult for me to be emotionally involved in my study. I was also soooooooo tired it was hard to focus. Maybe it will be better next week. But, Monday will be another 4:15a.m. morning so I don't know how things will flow.
My Boy Boy sent me a text picture over the week-end and he shaved his moustache. He also sent me pics of yard flowers that looked almost exotic. wow!~ His yard appears to be so beautiful. I miss him.
I had an bad situation earlier this week with my youngest grandson that I have been praying about. I haven't talked to him since then, as he is now mad at me. But, sometimes you have to set your foot down and everyone lives with the consequences. I know someday he will really regret what happened. But, for now, I feel a loss in my heart for my young "Israel". I will just keep praying about the situation and for his young heart.
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