cintiejo

Welcome!! I use to live in Huntsville, AL many many moons ago.

Me, I just turned the channel and watched COPS.

I love to Craft. I have a craft room that is stuffed full of material, scrap booking supplies, beading, yarn and yes a treadmill. I don't use the treadmill for exercise, it's used as a stand.

The one thing I learned this summer is that I like to fish. My husband and I went to Alaska to do some halibut and salmon fishing. I don't like fish, won't eat it. So I didn't think I would like to fish but I was proved wrong. I enjoyed the thrill and the work bring a fish in. I liked it so much that we are going back next June to go King Salmon fishing. Now if I could learn to like eating fish.

I use liquid Tide from my whites and Gain for colors. Strange I know, but to me, Tide seems to keep my whites brighter. Because I have a water softner I use less liquid that is called for. One time I used to much and I had soap bubbles everywhere. Learned my lesson.

Do you believe in: Ghosts? Levitation? Telepathy? Ghosts: I believe in that there are spirits here on earth. The veil can be very thin at times. My family use to be caretakers of a cemetery. We would mow and water lawns. Dig and bury graves. Several times when we were burying people, we would see the lingering spirt. Sometimes, near the casket, or standing a few yards away as we were shoveling the dirt on. Some looked sad, and some looked happy. We have seen them standing by their loved ones, with their arms around them during the dedication of the graves. You see that they were trying to comfort them. Those times were very humbling. Levitation: I do don't believe in. Telepathy: I am not sure on this one. My spouse and I can also read each others minds on some things. I contributed that to being married so long. Now premonitions I believe in because I know that those premonitions are coming from the holy ghost.

I went to Fred Meyers to buy a birthday, as usual I end up buying more stuff then what I go in for. As I was loading the bags into the car, I noticed the birthday card laying at the bottom of the cart. I looked on my receipt and noticed that I had not paid for it. I went back into the store. Stood in line to pay for the card. When I got up clerk to pay for the card, it was the same clerk, she made a comment about forgetting to buy the card and having to come back in to get one. I said no. It was in the my cart but it wasn't rang up when I came through the first time. She looked at me like you such an idiot. I told her that I wasn't going to go live the devil for the price of a birthday card. Another time, I went thru the drive through at the bank. I depoisted a check and asked for $300 back. When I got back to my office, I counted the money and found out I had recieved $400 instead of the $300. I looked at my check withdrawl, and it said $300. I called the bank and told them about the mistake. The lady couldn't believe I called. She said they would have never be able to find the mistake. She thanked me. Being honest is worth it.

The phrase that drives me crazy is "maybe, fer sure". Now tell me what does that mean? I have no idea.

Welcome to the board.

I understand what you are going through. I have been there. I guess the only thing I can say is, if your love for you husband and your marriage is worth saving, then stay and fight for it. Getting over an addition is not easy. There wil be many times that you will curl up in a ball and cry. You will be mad at yourself and you will be mad at your husband. There will be times when he will be doing so well, and times when he won't. Don't give up, if that is what you want. The end results is worth the pain, the fighting, the suffering and turmoil. We have been doing great and no repeat offending for 5 years.

Welcome to the site. I know about being shy. It's one of my downfalls.

Welcome!

Yes, and welcome!

Welcome! I admire you for the things that your doing to keep your children happy. I don't know if I would be strong enough. Good Luck!

Having been there I would say to die for your faith. The advisary is so cunning. He slowly sucks you down and when you realize what is happening, he has you. Coming back to your faith is very, very hard. Satan doesn't let you go without a fight. Everyday I struggling to keep putting one foot in front of me toward exaltation. Definately, dieing would alot easier.

No one hurts my family. I mean no one. I would give my life for theirs. Freedom. I was born free, I will die free. My faith in God. No one can take that away from me, other than myself. You want me to deny my faith, I would rather die. I have seen the other side when you deny what you believe in, and I don't ever want to go there again!

Why yes, I did. Thank you very much. Is is what you wanted?

To sin is a form of death. Let me explain why I feel like that. I have done some things in my life that I have not been proud of. I thought that life would be so much better doing the things I wanted and not have to live the commandments but the truth be told, I felt dead inside. There was nothing there but a big black hole. I pretended that I was enjoying life but I was not. I don't know what happeded to make me realize that I wasn't living but one day I woke up and decide I didn't want to live this way. Dead, no feelings what so ever. I knew I had a price to pay if I wanted to feel like I was walking amongst the living. I paid that price. It wasn't easy. Every step I took forward I would take 2 steps back. I struggled, oh let me tell you I struggled. But during that struggle I began to feel like I was alive. The black hole in my soul began to fill up. The feeling of being alive, I have now, is worth every step of forgiveness I had to go through. But do you want to know what helped the most, is that my family never gave up on me. They encouraged me. They helped me every step of the way. If they had given up and said you sinned. You are no more to us. I would be still be living with the dead. Ihope this makes sense as I am not much of a writer.

Instead of an army brat, I was raised as a NASA brat. I have lived in Southern California, Alabama, Georgia, Texas, Lousiana, Alaska, Idaho, Utah and Nevada. I also have spent time in Mexico. I have a mishmash accent. People have asked me where I live because they can't tell from my accent. Sometimes my accent is southern, sometimes californian, sometimes spanish. Just depends on my moods. I like to mix things up. So welcome to Idaho, I live by a crick, in a grande casa, and I like to eat catfish and hush puppies. Y'all come back, ya hear.

True statement. Line upon line. Precept upon Precept. We start out as a child that knows nothing and as we grow we become knowledgeable. It takes time to learn and understand. It is not an over night thing. We have to work at it. Isn't it our goal here on earth to become like our Father? He did not get where He is today by blinking his eye and say I believe. He had to work at it. It took time. He went through what we are going through now. The perfecting of man. What I have learn so far, is I enjoy the things and knowledge that I had to work for. What was given to me was nice but I did not enjoy them as much. After all the sweat, pain and hard work, I looked at what I had and said, "I earned this". Gaining a testimony was not easy. I had to study. I had to pray. I had to deal with Satan. When I finally got to end of my ordeal and knew that God lives. I rejoiced because of all the termoil I had to go to gain that testimony. I knew because I worked for it. I didn't go by someone telling me and I believed. Not sure if this makes sense because I am not much of a writer. But I believe that we have to learn slowly and surely.

I am going to take a stab at this and say False

Welcome!

I know that when we pray we address The Father, we thank, we ask and then close in the name of the Son. But do you stick to that pattern. Lately I have been actually holding a conversation. I live close to a dairy farm and the new calves were out in the field. I stopped and took pictures of the calves frolicking in the field. I just marveled at the beauty that was around me. That night when I was on my knees, I shared that experience with the Lord. I could feel My Father there listening to me explain my experience. I felt him close. I have told him funny stories I have heard. I have told Him that I know that everything I have belongs to Him and thanks for letting me rent it. I have even read a poem to Him. Sometimes when I pray, all I do is thank because I have received so much in my life and I don't want for anything. Things have not been easy with my life lately. I am fighting not to be inactive everyday. Not to go into a long story about my life, but there have been times when I have knelt down and told the Lord that I am tired of all the crap. I know He gives us opposition to make us strong, but enough is enough. I have told Him, I am mad at You right now, and it is best that I don't say much. I will come back when I am in a better frame of mind. I have cried and I have yelled, but I have always felt Him by my side when I am explaining my feelings. I have always wondered, do others pray like this?

Welcome! This is a great site. People here are friendly and warm

I am not much of a writer but I will try to convey my feelings. I am a better speaker than a writer. I became inactive because of apathy. I just didn't care if I went or not. No one ticked me off, no one said something that offended me, I didn't have a problem with any of the teachings, I just didn't care if I went or not. There was an emptyness inside of me. It nothing to do with my testimony. I did and I still know that his church is true. If I don't understand a teaching, I study and pray until I have the knowledge to know that whatever was taught was true. In my PB I was blessed with many gifts, one being the gift of faith. My faith has never waivered. If the scriptures says the Lord will bless us for keeping the commandments, then I know that he will. If I am sick and I receive a blessing I know that I will be healed. If I pray for something and the Lord tells me no, or not at this time. I accept it and move on. I know that my Father will take care of me. What changed me was when someone tried their best to make my faith waiver. They bombard me with all kinds of anit literature. They would sit down and discuss what was wrong with our church. They brought up things in the history of church that didn't seem right. They tried to get me to break the word of wisdom by drinking. Telling me "that Joe Smith wouldn't care if I had one drink". And everytime they would say something I would just look at them and tell them that they could believe how they wanted but I knew that the church was true. They would never change my mind. After the last discussion we had, I thought wow, I have been inactive and still have a testimony, how much bigger and stronger would it be if I attended church. It has been hard to reactivate myself. It is alot easier to stay home but I go. The emptyness that I have is starting to fill up with the Holy Spirit. Something that I have finally figured out I was missing. Don't let anyone tell you that it is easy to be reactivated. It's hard, dang hard, but it's worth every struggle we go through to become who we know we should be.