<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443</id><updated>2024-11-08T06:52:17.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Tea With Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and stories to read with a cup of tea</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-119414996572712238</id><published>2014-12-18T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-18T12:17:07.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheena Cat&#39;s Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div data-setdir=&quot;false&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1418932496213_13735&quot;&gt;
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I
 was going to sleep thinking about what a blessing you are as a friend 
and stepmom. I am putting all my hope into meeting again soon in the new
 year. The lovely birthday card came yesterday. I am going to deposite 
the cheque today. I was thinking about where the money would go when I 
saw Sheena! She said she felt me thinking about you so she had to come 
see what it was. I told her you gave me some money to buy something 
nice. She said get a new red leather collar! I said I couldn&#39;t because 
my neck had scars and it would hurt but I would certainly think about 
getting something pretty. Then I asked Sheena what she does if she were 
to see a cat with a torn ear and a scar running from her eye down her 
nose. Sheena said I would lick her gently and see if she was still 
standing.&quot; Still standing is the key! She added that she would check the
 tail too. Because if the tail was gone or torn it meant that the cat 
did not have strength energy or bravery to face the fear head one. We 
always face a challenge head on. If the thing we fear sneaks up on us 
then we are done except if it is a kitten. If a kitten looses its tail 
that is not all together bad. I asked when a kitten becomes a cat? 
Sheena said When it no longer sees everything as food. When it can see 
fear and face it. I thanked Sheena for her wisdom. I promised I would 
get something pretty and try to stand on my feet and face my fears with 
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Ever since I got Shirley Bird I have called myself her &quot;nylon mommy&quot; 
because I like to wear nylon jackets and pants to keep the moisture in. 
It took her about 2 weeks to learn how to &quot;ice skate&quot; on my jackets. &lt;br /&gt;
 One day I saw her snuggling in Joe&#39;s cotton t-shirt to get her wings 
dry after a splash in her dish. I thought well next time I will take off
 my nylon jacket and let her snuggle on my sweatshirt. So I di&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;d.
 I took off my nylon jacket and laid it on the chair beside me in the 
dining room. After her splash she hopped on my arm and then my neck and 
then down to snuggle on my pants. Hmm that is strange. I thought she 
would like the cotton sweatshirt. She hopped up my leg and pointed her 
little beak toward the jacket laying besides me. Then she snuggled down 
in my nylon pants again. The next time she took a bath I kept my jacket 
on. She snuggled down into my elbow. She loves her nylon mommy &lt;br /&gt; Shirley Bird taught me that animals like us for exactly who we are!  We don&#39;t have to change for them or anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This Zack&lt;br /&gt;
I emailed his person and here is his story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21032&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Bless
 your hearts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your pom looks so sweet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I understand your Las since 
my babygirl passed almost a year ago andi was so devastated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had her
 buried in my back yard so she would still be home.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_5623&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;His
 name is Zack.&amp;nbsp; He does always look so sad,&amp;nbsp; but he loves attention and 
is really a sweet dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel bad for him that my other dogs run him 
over since they are so hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21029&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;He loves car rides,&amp;nbsp; being walked,&amp;nbsp; belly rubs, etc.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21026&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;He
 has no health concerns other than a genetic under bite,&amp;nbsp; his sister has
 one too.&amp;nbsp; His eyes need to get wiped periodically because he gets muck 
build up.&amp;nbsp; No big deal.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21025&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;He weighs about 7 pounds. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_5620&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;He loves any attention,&amp;nbsp; men,&amp;nbsp; women,&amp;nbsp; children,&amp;nbsp; dogs,&amp;nbsp; cats. He&#39;ll lay down with you to take a nap.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_5568&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;I
 feed all my dogs beneful (better breath flavor).&amp;nbsp; They don&#39;t gorge on 
food,&amp;nbsp; it&#39;s available to them all day and they pick at it whenever they 
want to eat.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_5578&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m
 sending 2 pics that I just took of him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He has two nicknames that he 
answers to as well,&amp;nbsp; one is butthurt because he&#39;s so sad looking all the
 time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other is Boo, just because I like it for him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
 He&#39;s so happy when he goes on walks,&amp;nbsp; his tail is always up.&amp;nbsp; He loves 
to mark his spots during his journey.&amp;nbsp; I will include his harness too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
 He has never been a dog that fetches,&amp;nbsp; but he will play with small toys
 (cat toys are a good size for his small
 mouth).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He will growl if he feels that someone is going to take his 
treat away (I would too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21038&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;I
 make my dogs their doggie treats and they love them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I make 
dehydrated liver, and liver and carrot bites.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s very patient and 
will wait his turn.&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s not afraid of thunder or fireworks.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21041&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Every morning he&#39;s the first one to greet me when I come out of my room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He&#39;d be perfectly fine sleeping in your room too.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21044&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;At dog parks he tends to migrate towards the large breed dogs for some reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21047&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;re interested, I could bring him to your home for an introduction to see how he does.
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_21076&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thanks for your interest.&amp;nbsp; I hope this information helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Barbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;I made the connection that Zack looks like a dog version of The Grumpy Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Now I got sick September 14 and will be having surgery for more skin cancer removal on October 7 and let Barbara know. I also shared the Grumpy Cat relation. This is her response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_24540&quot;&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_24479&quot;&gt;Yes,
 I&#39;m very familiar with Grumpy Cat.&amp;nbsp; Zack is very much like that.&amp;nbsp; He 
can&#39;t help his face.&amp;nbsp; I hope you are feeling better soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_24544&quot;&gt;I&#39;m
 sure we&#39;ll still have him by the time you&#39;re ready and healed.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m 
more than happy to bring him for a meet &amp;amp; greet when it&#39;s 
convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_16_0_1_1410746862791_24547&quot;&gt;Let me know when it&#39;s the right time, and we&#39;ll work out the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;Take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;Barbara&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;Then because of the &quot;can&#39;t help his face&quot; comment I suddenly remembered all the times kids would point and say &quot;look at his face! &quot; at me! They couldn&#39;t get passed my red face to see the happy me. I think Zack and I will have a good story to tell that you can&#39;t judge someone by how they look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I let them out. Shirley Bird flew into the office and lighted on my arm. Then she flew right back into the dining room Ah she wants a bath I remembered. So she got her bath in her special plate while I looked on and got wet too. Then she hopped to my jacket to get warm. Shirley Bird bounces around a lot. So she bounced down to my lap and stayed there looking up at me so sweetly with her beak in the air and her feathers all puffed out. Suddenly I had the urge to pass gas. I told Shirley Bird &quot;Oh you are not going to like this&quot; Gas passed. Shirley looked up at me. Then she backed up and landed a poo right on my knee. &quot;Alright we&#39;re even.&quot; I said. Then she settled back down on my lap until I felt it was time for her to go back in her cage.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4737166483486914672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/shirley-bird-has-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4737166483486914672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4737166483486914672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/shirley-bird-has-fun.html' title='Shirley Bird has fun!'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-359003163203177201</id><published>2014-09-14T18:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-14T18:59:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe&#39;s Dog Trouble His Auststralian Shepard</title><content type='html'>Seeing Trouble Joe&#39;s Australian Shepard &lt;br /&gt;
I had a dream that I saw a medium size dog happily licking out an empty ice cream container. The dog&#39;s tongue went around and around the insides. I saw pink and white ice cream. The dog got so happy that it almost wore it on its head!Then I asked in my dream. Are you Trouble? She said &quot;yes but now I am Susan. I was happy to have that! (ice cream) That was my favorite!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I must have been halfway awake. Because then the dream turned into a vision and I could clearly see her. The right ear was black and her muzzle was white with spots of grey and black but mostly white. And definitely the right ear black. Then she walked over to Joe&#39;s side of the bed. She stopped when she saw Toby laying down in the middle of the floor next to Joe. She nudged him with her nose. I had a feeling of being dominant. Toby rolled over and backed up to the nightstand and onto Joe&#39;s shorts. Trouble asked &quot;who are you?&quot;Toby said &quot;I was Snoopy Now I am Toby. I take care of Joe. &quot; I had to interrupt and ask, How do you take care of Joe? Toby said &quot;just being with someone is taking care of them&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Trouble lay down in the middle of the floor near Joe with a huff and a sigh. &lt;br /&gt;
The two dogs lay nose to nose. I said goodnight. And drifted off back to sleep.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/359003163203177201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/joes-dog-trouble-his-auststralian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/359003163203177201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/359003163203177201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/joes-dog-trouble-his-auststralian.html' title='Joe&#39;s Dog Trouble His Auststralian Shepard'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-5617704932668974767</id><published>2014-09-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-10T14:56:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Communications</title><content type='html'>September 10 2014&lt;br /&gt;
Fly Friend 3rd visit&lt;br /&gt;
He was out on the screen last night!&lt;br /&gt; I got up at 2am to go 
to the bathroom. I saw a fly shaped speck on the screen in our bedroom. I
 slowly raised my finger to the screen and touched his little body. He 
didn&#39;t move. I said Hi Fly Friend what are doing on the screen? &quot; He 
said &quot;I just wanted to be close to you&quot; Oh my a fly that is in love with
 me! Even to come and sit on the window in the moonlight waiting for his
 little princess human. I also asked how he knew I was in the bedroom. 
He said &quot;I could smell you and feel your warmth&quot; Awe&lt;br /&gt; And all this 
has taught me that animal companions are surrounding me! I don&#39;t have to
 look for a feathered finned or furry. They will come to me in love when
 I need them or they need me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
September 10 2014&lt;br /&gt;
Lizard Friend&lt;br /&gt;
While getting dressed in the morning, I always look for our resident 
lizards in the woodpile out back. I couldn&#39;t see any. So I asked. &quot;could
 one of you please move around a bit? I can&#39;t see you as well as Joe 
can&quot; As soon as I thought that, a baby lizard skittered out in front of 
the window! He was only about 3inches long. Just as quickly as he came 
out. he ran back to his sunny spot on a paver by the AC. &quot;oh thank you &quot;
 I said. Then I turned around and he was gone. I asked what happened. He
 said &quot;mom called me I wasn&#39;t supposed to be seen&quot; I replied &quot;Oh of 
course lizards and people have different rules and you should listen to 
you mom. Bye and thanks for saying hi&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. he came up on the patio while I was sitting in the office! Joe spotted him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
September 10 2014&lt;br /&gt;
Shirley Bird&lt;br /&gt;
Mnn Teriyaki burgers&lt;br /&gt; And Shirley Bird joined us!&lt;br /&gt; Joe offered her
 a pinch of bread. She said uh uh...and hopped over to the hand that 
held the whole burger! She tore off a piece of lettuce and wiped the 
mayonaise on his arm.&lt;br /&gt; Then I got her water plate out. WE ALL GOT A 
SHOWER at the dining table! Shirley had so much fun splashing water on 
both of us.Then she nestled in my elbow. Cloud called her back over to 
his cage. She went in. &lt;br /&gt; what a fun lunch&lt;br /&gt;
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September 7 2014&lt;br /&gt;
Fly Friend second visit&lt;br /&gt;
Fly Friend visited me again!&lt;br /&gt; This time I was sitting outside eating 
ice cream and reading on my Kindle. Fly Friend walked around the rim of 
the Kindle just like he did when he was inside the house and then onto 
my hand and never went near my face &lt;br /&gt;
 I went in and came back out with a plate of nachos and cheese. Fly 
Friend came back, He landed on my hand again. I said he could have some 
off my plate. He sampled it and said &quot;that&#39;s too much&quot; and landed on my 
thumb always the one on the Kindle. He did take tiny licks off my thumb 
then he was gone. &lt;br /&gt; I have to let you all know that when I brought a burrito out in the garage I was swarmed with flies! &lt;br /&gt; Not only is Fly Friend polite. He is keeping the other flies away from me in the backyard&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
September 2 2014&lt;br /&gt;
I met the most POLITE FLY friend today! &lt;br /&gt;
 He came in with Joe this morning and landed on my bed blankets. I 
imediatelly set up a boundary thinking in my head &quot;do not come near my 
face or you will get killed!&quot; That said I let him fly and waited. I was 
reading my Kindle and drinking coffee. He aproached cautiously. Then he 
landed on the Kindle. He walked around the rim of the reader for over 
half an hour! I read 2 chapters and sipped my coffee. I asked him with 
my thoughts &quot;why &lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;aren&#39;t you outside with
 the others?&quot; The Fly Friend told my thoughts &quot;Because I don&#39;t fly 
straight and they don&#39;t like me And I don&#39;t like to eat dog poop! YUCK! I
 want proper food! Real food&quot; Ok I said in my thoughts &quot;there is a new 
wrapper of a granola bar in the garbage if you want that&quot; He said &quot;I 
don&#39;t like garbage left overs either&quot;..I said suite yourself and 
continued reading. He kept hopping from my covers to the Kindle and 
walking around. Finally it was time for my shower. &quot;Ok i&#39;m done with my 
coffee&quot; I thought and no sooner had the thought left my head when Fly 
Friend landed on the rim and began licking up the crumbs and liquid. I 
laughed so hard that he was SO patient and waited for me to finish! I 
warned him that coffee is a stimulant and might make him hyper. I told 
him in my thoughts. I am going to set the cup down now.&quot; He stayed on 
the cup. I told him &quot; I am going to take my shower and put clothes on 
and then I can let you back outside but you will have to follow the 
scent trail of the coffee to the office because that is the only door 
that opens to the outside.&quot; Then I left to go get my shower. When I 
returned I found Fly Friend standing on the rim of the waist basket 
looking for the granola bar wrapper. He saw me and landed on my shoes 
near my dresser. He asked &quot;is this clothes?&quot; Yep I said That is clothes.
 Follow me and I will let you out. He asked why humans changed colors / 
clothes so often. I didn&#39;t have a good answer. I told him he was the 
most Polite Fly Friend I have ever met! He said I was the most polite 
human he had ever met &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5617704932668974767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/animal-communications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/5617704932668974767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/5617704932668974767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/09/animal-communications.html' title='Animal Communications'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-5910519863309239854</id><published>2014-05-31T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-31T14:43:34.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm in the Mind</title><content type='html'>Warfare and Worship&lt;br /&gt;
Last night I had an amazing dream in that it started out scary , but ended up wonderful with God&#39;s good grace!&lt;br /&gt;
It started out I was in a huge retreat cabin with high beam ceilings and an open layout with a stone fireplace. In the living room area were lots of famous actors and actresses that I had found attractive in my life time. They were all there. Then some would get up and go to private quarters and get undressed I could see this . Then I was being seduced by several. It felt good for a moment to be admired. Then I refused one man. He got angry and called me dirty names. I got up got dressed and said &quot;ENOUGH!&quot; very loudly. Suddenly all those actors and actresses disapeared and turned into people I had met at various different churches in my life. They were just talking and relaxing on the sofas. A song welled up within me.&quot; Hallelujah Hallelujah..God is the fairest among all the rest...God is my hero and my King...Hallelujah Hallelujah..&quot; There were some in the building that were musicians and picked up the song right away on their guitars and a piano. I saw a small throw blanket on the chair near me and began waving it like a banner. I started dancing and twirling. Then I woke up!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5910519863309239854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/storm-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/5910519863309239854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/5910519863309239854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/storm-in-mind.html' title='Storm in the Mind'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-7229675383532887268</id><published>2014-05-20T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-20T14:04:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival in a desert land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;_53&quot; id=&quot;mid.1400613702487:05dbb4091eafe25335&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Watching videos on survival techniques I came across &quot;how to open a can without a can opener&quot; rub the can upside down on cement until the edges are rough. Turn right side up and squeeze the lid out. Joe showed me his army issue P-38 can opener. I looked up that video too. Incredible that such a little device could open a can. Any way I posted the video instructions on how use a P-38 and this is a comment i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;your
 comment on my P38 can opener sparked a whole interesting conversation 
What to do in a Zombie Apocolips. I told Joe i wouldn&#39;t last long 
without water even with a good amount of supplies BUT I could ward off 
the Zombies with a petronis spell and God on my side! He said ya and 
then you would fall over tired LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;So
 that got me thinking about how to explain Spiritual Warfare.. God gave 
me the answer this morning. &quot;It is a person being a conduit for God&#39;s 
Glory to go between evil and mankind&quot;! wow ya And you don&#39;t get so tired
 being a hallow vessel for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;
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And we are both thinking about container gardening in the backyard to 
supplement our food supply complete with rain barrels and greenhouses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Here is a scripture reference for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/genesis/26-12.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isaac planted crops in that land and the same year reaped a hundredfold, because the &lt;span class=&quot;name&quot;&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; blessed him. 
&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/genesis/26-13.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The man became rich, and his wealth continued to grow until he became very wealthy. 
&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/genesis/26-14.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He had so many flocks and herds and servants that the Philistines envied him. 
&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/genesis/26-15.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So
 all the wells that his father’s servants had dug in the time of his 
father Abraham, the Philistines stopped up, filling them with earth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7229675383532887268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/survival-in-desert-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/7229675383532887268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/7229675383532887268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/survival-in-desert-land.html' title='Survival in a desert land'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-3720691238756274895</id><published>2014-05-06T11:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-06T11:44:19.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Last night I imagined holding Amber Sunshine&#39;s paw in my hand like she 
used to let me do. I told her I loved her.I enjoyed her free spirit but 
we had a quieter lifestyle and that she needed to go somewhere where she
 could run stomp dig and bark all she wanted! I prayed she would find a 
house with another to play with if she wanted and thanked her for the 
love and Sunshine she brought to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was reading
 a book called Cat Lovers Devotions. This story was about an old cant 
who found her freedom. She had been living with 2 toddlers and was 
hiding alot. Then when they left she started playing like a young kitten
 again climbing the drapes and running in circles. The devotion asked 
when have you felt held back What can open up freedom in your life. Just
 then Joe peeked around the corner to tell me that Cloud parakeet FLEW! 
He heard wings and walked in the kitchen to see Cloud hopping back in 
the cage!. Cloud has not flown for a year since he fell and got hung up 
on the drapes. Joe had tears in his eyes. Every day for a year we leave 
the cage open and Joe encourages Cloud to fly again. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;I 
watched the sparrows picking the seeds and bugs off the sandy backyard 
uninterrupted by a fuzzy dog. I think Cloud sensed their freedom and was
 celebrating with them!&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to enjoy our backyard with all the wild and free critters.&lt;br /&gt;AK</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3720691238756274895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/3720691238756274895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/3720691238756274895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-6856703009420422392</id><published>2014-04-28T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-28T12:42:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the supernatural Making it practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;highl&quot;&gt;If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/1_corinthians/13-2.htm&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If
 I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; 
and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have 
love, I am nothing.… I Corinthians 13:1,2&lt;br /&gt;
I am reading about living in the supernatural with God and His angels. This is easy for me to do. I can be thrown into heaven with just 2 worship songs while lying in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
The harder act is to live in kindness. Stretching out my arms to give the lady in the wheel chair a hug knowing she cannot return it. Sitting with the drunk person after church with a cup of coffee just to listen to his story. Giving the coworker a break and doing extra chores so they can go home to be with their family.&lt;br /&gt;
Sure I can pray for the lady to rise up and be healed. I can pray for the man to be delivered from alcohol. I can leave work early and enjoy a dinner out praying God will lighten the load for my coworker. OR I can be faith in action. Kindness takes practice.&lt;br /&gt;
It takes strength to keep a reign on my thoughts and words. It takes strength to get out my chair and walk up to give a hug. It takes strength to listen to someone unburden their heart. It takes strength to take on extra physical tasks so some else can have a break. Just like any other physical activity I have to practice acts of kindness. My arms will extend longer. My thoughts will become less judgemental. My body will look for ways to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally ...Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Philippians 4:5&lt;span class=&quot;p&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I had a vision of my grandma&#39;s angel. I used to see her frequently while taking care of Grandam at night. The last time I saw her was on my wedding day 9 years ago and she was in the chapel sitting in one of the vacant chairs with a huge smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I didn&#39;t feel like reading my daily devotions. I didn&#39;t feel like doing anything! I sighed. All the books on angels and heaven don&#39;t mean a thing if I don&#39;t have the energy to share it.&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly I saw her! Grandma&#39;s angel pulled up a wooden rail chair and sat next to my bed! Same pink and lavender dress Same auburn red hair Same smile. She said &quot;Lets get you well so you can go back to doing the things you like doing! Lets get you back in the community!&quot; She held my hand and smiled. I felt such peace. Then she faded away. I thanked God for sending that grace of hope and healing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4791680232282504868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/03/grandmas-angel-invites-me-back-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4791680232282504868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4791680232282504868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2014/03/grandmas-angel-invites-me-back-into.html' title='Grandma&#39;s Angel Invites Me Back Into the Community'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtSq8Q9abfh3XpgAisRWGe58EIyp6mupjG8V1wPn2ecc8m49NWYMLfVt3qF-PPSSY2JhNyPcQW8E6ceJkIAdBfet91cLnOAHCBP6g5YgqQomTW22tMuXxpB-BPeueLpVjcpGibwe5WRlY/s72-c/31GYnxQlUFL.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-5320938751654069823</id><published>2014-01-02T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-02T16:33:28.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key To Forgiveness (dream)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a full story dream I am going to share it with you now and hope that it encourages someone out there&lt;br /&gt;
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The Key To Forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;
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It was a sunny cool day in downtown somewhere. Our church group had decided to take a day trip after our Bible study for lunch. All 12 of us piled in the old red church van and headed downtown. The streets were crowded at lunch time so the driver parked our van on a side street. We all wanted to have lunch at a different restaurant. So we came up with a plan to go to the deli or restaurant of our choice and meet back on the corner spot with the most outside tables.&lt;br /&gt;
I started walking back past the alley where the van was parked to get to the bagel shop across the street when all of the sudden a man in a black woolen hat and leather jacket jumped out from behind our van and grabbed me. I struggled hard and managed to back away. Just then the man dipped into my pocket to take my cell phone. I took this half a second to plant myself and shove him backwards. The man fell with a thunk on the sidewalk. I looked on as blood spilled from his head. Someone had called the police. I heard the sirens and felt a touch on my arm and saw the shadow of a blue uniform. But before I could say thank you , the police man twisted my arm back and started to cuff me. He thought I was the bad person shoving someone down to get to their cell phone! I panicked. A crowd of spectators was gathering with various reports of the incident. I backed away slowly while the officer was taking notes. I started shaking and wanted shelter. My church friends were still inside the other restaurants ordering their lunch. I saw an open cop car and crawled in behind the drivers seat like a scared child. I heard my pastors voice explaining that he had no idea what happened. Then all I heard was the rush of blood in my ears and the pounding of my heart as I sat curled up in the seat well. Suddenly there was a hand of a man wearing a light blue work shirt. In his hand he held out a brass key with the loop in the shape of a heart. I felt I should take it. I did. Underneath the key were the words FORGIVEN written in blue ink on the man&#39;s palm.&lt;br /&gt;
2 weeks had gone by in my dream. The key was tied around my neck with a black ribbon. It was my security as I testified in court about the attack. The court case was a very stressful ordeal for me. I had to retell the attack in front of my attacker and dozens of people. I also had to testify why I resisted arrest. Being in a panic after being jumped on from behind I thought the officer was another attacker! Who was wrong? Who was guilty? I was so confused.&lt;br /&gt;
I came home and stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at my exhausted self. Then I started shaking and the shaking got stronger until I finally collapsed in a heap of tears on the bathroom floor clutching the brass key with the heart. Shaking shaking and crying I writhed in pain and guilt . When finally the shaking subsided I opened my fist and saw the key. Only this time there was a spot of blood in my palm where the key had dug in and a pink heart indentation where the ring pressed it&#39;s mark on my hand......FORGIVEN ......&lt;br /&gt;
Then I woke up&lt;br /&gt;
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 first one I was looking up at a hospital and saw in a window hanging 12
 Ilima leis. ilima leis represent royalty in Hawaii. A princess was 
born! The next window was blank but I head a mom say &quot;Jeremy His name is
 Jeremy&quot; I knew she meant the Jeremy that tormented me. Then I heard the
 Lord say &quot;I have a plan for every one! It is their own wrong choices 
that change it&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1387483273396_30&quot;&gt;The
 other part A man walked up to me wearing a green polo shirt and a mad 
face. He asked me &quot;how do I get money away from Christians?!&quot; I had just
 read this interesting passage of scripture in a book Haggai 2:8 The 
silver is mine and the gold is mine!&#39; says the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1387483273396_30&quot;&gt;Finally I had a vision while I was reading my devotions. I felt my left hand very heavy and my right hand was as light as a feather. The left hand I saw my prayer beads and my sword of the Lord. My right hand had nothing. I heard the Lord say You have been very good in prayer and singing but not so good in recieving. You have recieved my daily provisions but you have not trusted to recieve miracles for you skin and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1387483273396_30&quot;&gt;wow ok that was a good scolding&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4618092893837470496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/12/2-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4618092893837470496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4618092893837470496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/12/2-dreams.html' title='2 Dreams'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-1758692553308681278</id><published>2013-11-11T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-12T19:25:54.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham Assembly of God</title><content type='html'>The little white clapboard church stood unassumingly in the shadow of the tall pine trees. You could drive right by and miss it. That little church held the most precious memories of the people who loved God and made me feel like family. Every summer my sister Julie and I would make the plane trip up to Washington state to spend time with our mom on a farm in Graham. The farm once belonged to my great grandmother. It was bought by the neighbor Larry Doeskin. In a strange twist of fate, my mom met Larry while he was on layover driving a rig in California. She was newly divorced working as a teller in a bank that he happened to stop at. They connected instantly and became married within a year. My mom moved into her childhood house, now owned by her new husband. So as kids we got to roam around the woods and cow pasture every day picking dandelions and playing with the kittens. On Sunday it was Church time! Mom got all pretty in the tiny pink bathroom. I remember lots of Aqua Net and big hair. Us girls piled into the Chevy and made our entrance as the Snow girls from California; our last name was Snow.&lt;br /&gt;
Once we got to the little church in the woods time stood still. The white church looked like it wouldn&#39;t hold more than a few people. There was the crackle of tires coming to a stop on a dirt gravel parking area. We entered holding hands my sister and I. Mom introduced us as her girls Julie age 8 Andrea age 10. Everyone was smiling!&amp;nbsp; And everyone had big hair! In inhaled the aroma of coffee brewing in a large urn in the kitchen while saying hi politely to all who extended their welcome. More often we got big hugs and that is what I loved the most. The first person I remember was Sally Fields. She towered over me with the hugest smile and brightest laugh I had ever seen on a person. I asked her if she would like to see me tap dance. As I showed off my tapping skills in my new patent leather shoes her grin got bigger and bigger. She was genuinely interested in me! That was a shock because we were brought up to be quiet around adults. Sally Fields really wanted to get to know me. That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;
The organ started up and a hush filled the entry as people stilled conversations and filed into the seats in the sanctuary that were actually old movie seats complete with worn red velvet cushions. The sanctuary smelled like lemon oil and ladies perfume. Candice Carolson the pastor&#39;s wife pumped out &lt;i&gt;What a Friend We Have In Jesus&lt;/i&gt; which progressed into a lively &lt;i&gt;This Is The Day That The Lord Hath Made&lt;/i&gt;. Infact that became what I call The Graham Assembly March. We sang This Is The Day as the first song every Sunday for 15 years! Everyone was clapping and having a great time. This was very different from the church I went to with my grandma in Los Angeles with its stained glass and silent pews and large hymnals and a lofty choir. No this was real! This was meeting God!. Then the organ would die down and Steve Couch picked up on the piano with a softer sweeter melody of quiet worship. Songs like &lt;i&gt;Emmanuel, Our God Reigns. and Jesus Is The Sweetest Name I Know&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; lifted the congregation to His throne. The pastor or assistant pastor Dave Rassmusen would take over in booming bass &lt;i&gt;All Hail King Jesus All Hail Emanuel!&lt;/i&gt;. Then to my surprise there would be a &quot;word of knowledge &quot; Random people chosen by God would stand up and deliver a word of encouragement or chastisement to the church. As a kid I didn&#39;t know what to make of this even after my mom explained it to me it still remained a great God mystery. Over all this was a freedom and a breath of fresh air that I had not felt while living in California. The sheer white curtains would move softly in the breezes of the open window that mirrored the Breath of the Holy Spirit when His presence filled the sanctuary. &lt;i&gt;And Let The Temple Be Filled With His Glory and Let The Courts Be Filled With His Praise and Let Us Worship the Lord in the Holy of Holies Zion Rejoices Again&lt;/i&gt;. Another song comes to mind; In &lt;i&gt;Moments Like These...I sing out a song I sing out a love song to Jesus....singing I love you Lord...&lt;/i&gt; Mom was a great singer and I loved listening to her harmonizing with the
 music. Sometimes the songs would touch her and make her weep. Mascara 
would run down her cheeks as she cried happy tears. We all waited on the Holy Spirit to do His work. Waiting on Jesus. It was so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;
Next came the collection plate and then the pastor would stand up to preach. A good sermon always had a lot &quot;and the LORD sayeth!&quot; I liked doodling on the bulletins while my mom listened along with her Bible on her lap highlighting all the good scriptures. Once in while she would slip us some gum if we got restless.&lt;br /&gt;
The family of God: &lt;i&gt;I&#39;m so glad to be a part of the family of God. I&#39;ve been washed in the fountain cleansed by His Blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel along. I&#39;m a part of the family; the family of God. &lt;/i&gt;During meet and greet everyone shook hands or hugged with a good &quot;God Bless you&quot; I tugged on mom&#39;s arm &quot;who is that?&quot; Mom said &quot;that is Sister Booth&quot;&amp;nbsp; I had heard of sisters in the Catholic religion but I had never heard of one in the Christian churches. Mom went on to explain that &quot;That is how we address our elders here. Sister Booth is one of the oldest members of our church. She walks 5 miles to get here every Sunday. She has her own farm and milks her own cows. &quot; Sister Booth smelled of moth balls on her old woolen coat and tennis shoes. Wow I thought She wears sneakers to church. Of course that makes sense if she walks to church. Some people offered her rides but most of the time she declined with a wave of her tiny hand. Greeting Sister Booth was like greeting a saint in heaven. Her eyes glistened and her countinence radiated the peace of God. If we asked how she was doing she just replied &quot;I&#39;m fine and Jesus just gets sweeter and sweeter&quot; That was an odd answer to me. How does the person Jesus get sweeter? Can we taste Jesus? Food for thought in my 10 year old mind. But I did make it a point to say hello to her on the Sundays she was there. On the Sundays she was not there. the pastor would lift up a verbal prayer &quot;For our Dear Sister Booth&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sing-Spiration! One Sunday every summer was dedicated to sing-spiration. The whole Sunday night was to give praise to God through our talents. The pastor led us with his trumpet. Many trios and duets belted out old gospel hymns. &lt;i&gt;When the roll is called up yonder. The sweet by and by, and Oh Happy Days.&lt;/i&gt; The pastor&#39;s wife always took this opportunity to pound out her special rendition of &lt;i&gt;If It Wasn&#39;t For The Lighthouse Where Would This Old Ship Be.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; But by far the best kept secret was Martha Couch. She was a humble lady who prefered to stay in the background She loved to keep the church clean from top to bottom and usually sat in the back. She always had a praise report for my mom &quot;Oh and you know what the Lord did for me today Gloria?!&quot; I got privaledged to many of these praise reports since my mom liked to hang around until the doors were closed. Anyway on these special Sunday nights, there was a hush as Martha quietly unpacked her violin... Soft strains of &lt;i&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/i&gt; filled the room until there was no dry eye. The finale was Martha&#39;s violin vibrating &lt;i&gt;The Old Rugged Cross...where at last my burdens lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown&lt;/i&gt;. Some times we would be called to kneel and pray after this song Sometimes there would be Communion..And sometimes we would just leave in a reverent hush back to our cars...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fast forward 5 years. My sister and I still enjoy the blessing of being with our mom during the summer in Washington and at Graham Assembly of God. There is a new pastor in town. He is short with white blond hair and fast mind. He is quickly nicknamed The Fireball!. Pastor John Waring. There is a new wave of the Spirit with the heart of the Lord for young people. And Julie and I just happened to be young and ride that wave!. My years in school were hard on me; but again Graham Church provided a refuge from the storms of emotional hurts. My church family embraced us. We got the royal welcome as the Snow Girls which lasted about 3 weeks of extra hugs and special visits to catch up on the years. And...there were some new faces in the congregation...hot dog some nice looking young folks to mingle with!. The Vanderhoff clan had 2 boys that became our best friends and my first crush. The Ford family had handsome young buck along with someone else who was disabled. The pastor jumped in; reaching out where ever he could. He turned the church around literally. What used to be the entrance was blocked off. An alter was built with 3 steps and light blue carpet with a kneeling rail. The best thing was that he installed a wooden ramp for our friend Chris to roll right on into church. This pastor cared and had big dreams. Plans were quickly drawn up to build a new church just down the road facing beautiful Mr Rainier. He was excited, the kids were excited and we were moving and grooving in the Holy Ghost! It was still &lt;i&gt;This Is The Day That The Lord Has Made &lt;/i&gt;and we&amp;nbsp; still &lt;i&gt;Entered His Gates With Thanksgiving in Our Hearts and Into His Courts With Praise, &lt;/i&gt;but there was a lot more zeal and zest to our entry!. During worship the praise and the room got hotter!. Literally the sanctuary got HOT with the presence of the Lord! All the men would be perspiring and wiping their brow with their hands lifted high to God. These same gentlemen had to be catchers for ladies going down on the floor under the power of the Holy Spirit. Mom was always one of the first to go down. I never went forward because I had a secret fear of falling even though I knew I was safe in Jesus and these kind men, I just couldn&#39;t take the step forward. So I watched and prayed with my hands and eyes open. We praised God with wonderful new songs such as Pastor Jack Hayford&#39;s&lt;i&gt; Majesty&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; As The Deer Panteth For The Water So My Soul Longeth After Thee,&lt;/i&gt; ending with unending rounds o&lt;i&gt;f I Exalt Thee&lt;/i&gt;. It was as if God took His cue from that song. His presence filled the room and people began speaking in tongues and falling under His awesome power. I still did not understand all the gifts and working of things like speaking in tongues but it was a lot more peaceful and powerful than before. Every summer the youth got to go to Camp Cedar Springs for Christian renewal. When they came back they were on fire. They sat in the front row and the pastor had long prayer sessions just for us. I got to go to camp one year. It was good. But church was better.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next summer the whole church had moved into the new church building. It was great but incomplete. We met in the rec room with plans for the main sanctuary hanging on the walls. I often wondered why our pastor did not start with the main sanctuary as I believed that was where we met God. Of course God can meet us anywhere. And meet us he did.. I never saw the new sanctuary. There was never enough funds to build it. I often walked out in the field where it would have been according to the drawings. I would shed a tear because the cathedral style windows were to face Mt Rainier where we could see it&#39;s majesty and God&#39;s majesty at the same time. I would walk in circles singing praise songs over and over in that vacant spot.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Over the next 3 years we continued to meet in the new church building. I was 19 when I finally had my first personal encounter with the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. Pastor John had left and a new pastor was installed. Pastor Stump took over with a little more &quot;old school&quot; preaching. His favorite passages were about heaven. Which happened to be my favorite scriptures too. We sang songs like &lt;i&gt;When the Roll is Called Up Yonder&lt;/i&gt; again and &lt;i&gt;The sweet By and By&lt;/i&gt; Pastor Stump often mentioned Bullah land. During this time a special minister from Africa was conducting meetings in various houses and churches in the area. I got touched by the Lord when he was ministering to someone who was filled with demonic influences. The ladies pushed me back to the back of the church and said &quot;PRAY&quot; I reached out in faith while we sang There is Power in the Blood and Oh the Blood of Jesus. I began praying in a different language. Then I started laughing until I was full of the Joy of the Lord! The person got delivered, saved, and baptized that night and gave a wonderful testimony to Jesus saving grace. I got baptized in the Holy Ghost! Back church I was almost uncontainable in my zeal for God every mention of His name made me want to laugh and hug everyone. This was my church my God my Jesus and my family in God.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Pastor Stump has since gone on to meet Jesus in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Jesus launched me into service and sent me to Hawaii to take care of my grandmother. I went to many other churches in my lifetime. I have a church family back here in California now. But I will always have my heart in the little church in Graham Washington. amen&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw myself in a plaid shirt kneeling in front of some lady with my hands under her chin. Jesus said &quot;you will catch many tears&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus I want to follow Your Heart and Your Crown..even Your Crown of Thorns.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4913950162350331287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/follow-me-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4913950162350331287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/4913950162350331287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/follow-me-jesus.html' title='Follow Me: Jesus'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-2569105786012997347</id><published>2013-10-19T19:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-20T13:56:37.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;The owl in my vision looked just like this one I just did a search for Owl Grey Beak and this is the one that she looked like! (note: I showed this picture to a friend who loves owls and studies them This is a Snowy Owl. The females and juveniles are mostly white the males have the stripes. So the one I saw was all white concluding that this was a female in my vision)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to share an owl 
experience I had with you. I have been seeing a lot about owls on the 
internet and talking with my sister. I believe this made me open to 
help one out. A white owl showed up in my inner vision while I was 
taking a bath today. She came up close and showed me her broken beak. 
She said &quot;hello Andrea Spirit some one said I could trust you&quot; I saw a 
picture of a red panda. Then she asked &quot;do you think one of your kind 
could fix this. ?&quot; I felt it hanging off my face like a hang nail. &quot;she 
said It is hard for me to eat sometimes.&quot; I asked a dumb question Are 
you male or female she said &quot; I don&#39;t know... I had babies...and she 
looked down at her feet where there were eggs and chicks. Ok back to 
your beak. So there are some good people and some not so good people. 
The bad people want to cut down your trees. The good people are looking 
up and are watching for your kind. Look for the people who are looking 
up! They may even have binoculars things up to their eyes to see better.
 I showed her a picture of a person looking though binoculars. Look for 
those people. I also said you have to be very humble and trust much. But
 I think our persons can fix your beak. Then she flew off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Footnote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;I was meditating on the honor of being called &quot;Andrea Spirit&quot; and how Owl girl knew I was available through Red Panda Ka-Lee. It was almost like backwards of what we have been taught that animals can be our spirit guide. Here Owl girl was asking &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; for advice not the other way around.&amp;nbsp; Then another revelation hit me. It is not so much one spirit higher than the other; although some have learned to listen and have practiced communicating longer. It is more of Helping Each Other! I saw a vision. There were all kinds of birds and critters in my backyard. They were all holding hands, feet and beaks and tails forming a circle in my yard. They were all looking up at God. They were helping each other get to God. So that is what this communicating is all about to help other get to the Safety and Loving Kindness of God .&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2569105786012997347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/owl-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/2569105786012997347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/2569105786012997347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/owl-spirit.html' title='Owl Spirit'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-CzHg26DPrV12AXc9EzZPCu-OeuWjLlW6Ih_3aD8EJ6ru2P2sOYVKf1PecXjZLHUt-ixrfcD5izzbVTyuCBdX9yhVAj877B2xN64TyafVL4oLPJpvJxqolePKEU8-cOy_RH_ICLrvv2f/s72-c/cbpictures_20110521_282_medium.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-8897380244854550268</id><published>2013-10-10T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-10T18:34:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream of The Virgin and The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;October 3rd had
 a weird dream that I was in a mean kings palace and the king was my 
dad. He was gluttonous and evil . I wanted to escape because he was 
going to marry me. So then a white unicorn showed up We flew down palace
 and I was holding his horn. It took so much energy for the unicorn to 
fly that he collapsed when we came outside on the lawn. He died. I 
grabbed his horn off his head and stabbed my king father with it! Then I
 woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;October 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;I find the meaning behind the unicorn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dreamomania.info/dreamdictionary/animals/unicorn_meaning/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dreaming of A Unicorn Meaning&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Short explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A mythical beast traditionally represented as having the legs of a buck,
 the body of a horse, the tail of a lion with a single spiral horn on 
its head; a symbol of virginity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Complete definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that resembles a
 white horse with a large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its 
forehead, and sometimes a goat’s beard and cloven hooves. First 
mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal
 of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an
 extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which 
could only be captured by a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was 
said to have the power to render poisoned &lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD2&quot;&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;
 potable and to heal sickness. Until the 19th century, belief in 
unicorns was widespread among historians, alchemists, writers, poets, 
naturalists, physicians, and theologians.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8897380244854550268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-dream-of-virgin-and-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8897380244854550268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8897380244854550268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-dream-of-virgin-and-king.html' title='The Dream of The Virgin and The King'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6w2bmnd-hXTLHX0SoAZRXGO9ieszFmY-Q39KPijeVKP9IPaKraoJetugyZez6ItajsC7TEdpCnZqTNfvTAezFWNytRZgy3OGJmob5gBVUg7Oq8wSUJrh5IkJU6Sv9q8NBv4gEZ5r4Oiy/s72-c/unicornpalace.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-1007453174877118384</id><published>2013-10-09T11:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-09T11:26:18.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed Objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_rc_1_7_1381341965248_10&quot;&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_rc_1_7_1381341965248_19&quot;&gt;So
 I have been reading books on the anointing for 2 months now and feel it
 is time to super charge my prayer life. I thought about a wonderful 
moment that I had with Fr Andrew / Mr Stone in Hawaii. We were walking 
back to the bus after having a quiet time of prayer at The Sacred Heart 
Convent in Kalihi. Fr Andrew said wow I wish I could keep this up in my 
daily life. I told him how my rosary helps me keep from being 
distracted. I had in my pocket a 10 bead wooden rosary that I used to 
keep on track praying for friends and family on each one. He thought 
about it and said ya I will get one! I offered him mine. &quot;Here Fr Andrew
 Just take mine&quot; Something special happened when I passed it to him. It 
got real heavy! It was like handing him golden beads instead of a wooden
 beads. His hand even dropped 4 inches. He said &quot;wow that is heavy with prayer&quot; I just smiled. That was 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_rc_1_7_1381341965248_19&quot;&gt;Flash forward to now, 20013. I said to myself.&quot; I gotta find and use my pink rosary bracelet!&quot;
 I got in the shower. Then I heard the Lord say...&quot;Don&#39;t you get 
it....You ARE that object! Spending time in prayer with Jesus will give 
YOU that anointing!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_rc_1_7_1381341965248_189&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue,Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,Arial,Lucida Grande,sans-serif; font-size: 18.6667px; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_13_0_rc_1_7_1381341965248_19&quot;&gt;Oh wow that was good After 3 books on carrying the anointing...now I get it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, 
where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. &lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/colossians/3-2.htm&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;highl&quot;&gt;Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. Colossians 3:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;passage version-NIV result-text-style-normal text-html &quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text Phil-4-8&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29451&quot;&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot;&gt;8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;Finally,
 brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is 
right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if 
anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Phillippians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text Phil-4-8&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29451&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;versenum&quot;&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; casting down arguments and every high 
thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every 
thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ,&amp;nbsp;
    2 Corinthians 10:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text Phil-4-8&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29451&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/john/5-19.htm&quot;&gt;19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;highl&quot;&gt;Therefore
 Jesus answered and was saying to them, &quot;Truly, truly, I say to you, the
 Son can do nothing of Himself, unless it is something He sees the 
Father doing; for whatever the Father does, these things the Son also 
does in like manner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;reftext&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/john/5-20.htm&quot;&gt;20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&quot;For
 the Father loves the Son, and shows Him all things that He Himself is 
doing; and the Father will show Him greater works than these, so that 
you will marvel.…John 5:19&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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got all renewed in the Lord these past 2 months. I got the answer. I 
have been complaining about being surrounded by bedrock ever since we 
moved in. The house is very nice The scenery not so nice. One day I said
 Lord It says in your word that the rocks and stones will cry out if the
 people do not praise You. I&#39;m sorry for calling them ugly. I want to be
 here when the rocks and stones start praising You! Bam! I was slingshot
 into the Lord&#39;s peace and passion. I have been getting free books to 
read on my Kindle every month! I am reading one chapter a day and loving
 all the confirmations God is giving me! God love&#39;s an &quot;I&#39;m sorry Lord&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_7_2_34_1380653031076_67&quot;&gt;Books I have been reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_7_2_34_1380653031076_67&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;headerTitle&quot;&gt;Angels in the Realms of Heaven: The Reality of Angelic Ministry Today (Dancing with Angels) Kevin Basconi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_7_2_34_1380653031076_67&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;headerTitle&quot;&gt;Gazing Into Glory Bruce Allen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class=&quot;newaps&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Gazing-Into-Glory-Supernatural-ebook/dp/B00513PLUA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1380655311&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;keywords=gazing+into+glory&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;lrg bold&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;lrg bold&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;yui_3_7_2_34_1380653031076_67&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;headerTitle&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8760179272448853772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/even-stones-will-cry-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8760179272448853772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8760179272448853772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/10/even-stones-will-cry-out.html' title='Even the Stones Will Cry Out'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-326082122237450391</id><published>2013-09-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-21T13:08:08.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Mercy and Anima Christi and Communion with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I had a dream I was at a family dinner during Christmas. We were sitting around the Christmas tree. I was explain how that like this tree gives shelter to the birds Christ Shelters us. Then we passed around the Communion Bread&amp;nbsp; and Cup. My sister Julie was praying for me. I shared the cup with my niece Rosie. Then I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I woke up saying the Anima Christi!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Soul of Christ, sanctify me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Body of Christ, save me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Blood of Christ, inebriate me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Water from the side of Christ, wash me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Passion of Christ, strengthen me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O good Jesus, hear me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Within Thy wounds hide me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Separated from Thee let me never be (&quot;Permit me not to be separated from Thee&quot;)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;From the malicious enemy defend me (&quot;From the malignant enemy defend me&quot;)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;In the hour of my death call me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And bid me come unto Thee&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That I may praise Thee with Thy saints (&quot;That with thy Saints I may praise Thee&quot;)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Amen&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;dd&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Jesus showed me that just as the tree shelters the birds, the Cross that Jesus died on shelters us from Sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/326082122237450391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/divine-mercy-and-anima-christi-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/326082122237450391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/326082122237450391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/divine-mercy-and-anima-christi-and.html' title='Divine Mercy and Anima Christi and Communion with Family'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkQCOtUIH2HX4MZS5kaLHTIKCMTg_ggD4xDcGdh7tNDRgkrtI7aPEIjVreeYqsBekHtQWtMf4uGCwdaH-MOutXnd4H4MrTl-YD3own1sjgpgffDukDO1M8VqA3zCQQB921qAZVPydqddp/s72-c/animachristi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-6157722961791039455</id><published>2013-09-20T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-20T17:29:14.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I made a crochet pumpkin for my sister and was thinking about what kind of card to send with it. I have the scripture Give thanks to the Lord and forget not all His benefits Psalms 103&lt;br /&gt;
I imagined a nice yellow and orange flower on the front of the card and made a mental note to look through my stickers to find some flowers in those colors.&lt;br /&gt;
Today God sent me a package in the mail containing 4 note cards! And one of the cards has some lovely yellow and red flowers on the front!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;headerTitle&quot;&gt;Angels in the Realms of Heaven: The Reality of Angelic Ministry Today (Dancing with Angels)&lt;span class=&quot;headerStatus&quot; id=&quot;Row5_B008XKMHIC&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Basconi, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;
It is so inspiring to read about someone elses travels to heaven! They mirror mine in so many ways. I am very grateful for the times the Lord encouraged my heart by letting me see glimpses of heaven. And now I am reading another persons memoirs of similar experiences.&lt;br /&gt;
Today I made it to church. I haven&#39;t been since April. How refreshing it was just to bathe in His presence and glorify His name in song with other Believers. They sang the Revelation Song too!&lt;br /&gt;
We all took Communion together as well&lt;br /&gt;
While I was getting ready I saw my grandma getting ready like when I was 10 years old. She put on her favorite yellow dress and Wicked Wahine colone and orange lipstick. She was anxious to get going. She said I looked fine. We even sat down in church together! I saw her take my hand in hers. She said &quot;it&amp;nbsp; is not my style of songs but I&#39;m so glad you are here. You are Jesus to me&quot; something she said to me many years ago.... </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3881666863978842183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/going-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/3881666863978842183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/3881666863978842183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/going-with-god.html' title='Going With God'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622016259118405443.post-2696055391707522365</id><published>2013-09-10T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-10T19:41:05.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veterams&#39; Dreams</title><content type='html'>September 7 2013&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;_38 direction_ltr&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;I
 was in a bunker with 5 tanks and manning the tanks were guys in full 
body casts! They had been patched up and sent back out under the 
protection of a 3 foot walled bunker with tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;_1yr&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;_2oy&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;but that did not stop teh bombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;_2oy&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;and when the bombs fell the guys freaked out and tried to break out of their casts Some even rebroke threir legs!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;and another one This one good&lt;br /&gt;
September 10 2013&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;null&quot;&gt;Just had to tell you that I had another Veteran&#39;s 
dream! This man seemed to be 75-80 years old. He sat next to me and 
showed me what he did in a movie style dream. He was a lock smith in the
 navy! He showed a picture of him opening locks on a brig. Then I saw 
him making eyes at a lady that was dressed in a 60s pattern dress. He 
said he liked them to be intelligent. He last showed me a trick he 
played on an admiral There was a leather briefcase locked on a dingy, 
While the admiral was chatting with an officer this man unlocked the 
briefcase and hopped back on deck. he said Hoo that was good fun! They 
hired me just to open locks that&#39;s all It was great to get paid to open 
locks! Give me a piece of metal and I can open any lock! Oh and you are 
an intelligent lady. (then I woke up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 I asked hubby to go get us a 6$ burger from Carls Jr I wanted the other
 one because it has bacon for Toby but we had a coupon for this one. 
Guess what..there was a 1 inch piece of bacon hanging onto my burger! 
Just for Toby. God was thinking of Toby too&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;Toby 
came in while I was sitting in the bathroom snuffling for anything on 
the floor. I reached down to scratch his chest and he stayed there. 
Normally I reach to pet him without offering food and he shakes his head
 and walks away. Well he did walk out the door but ...he came back and 
blinked up at me! I reached down and scratched his chest with one hand 
and smoothed his back with the other. This is the first time since I 
have had Toby that he has asked for pets &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8888649418752603012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/toby-gets-his-bacon-and-shares-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8888649418752603012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622016259118405443/posts/default/8888649418752603012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseteandme.blogspot.com/2013/09/toby-gets-his-bacon-and-shares-love.html' title='Toby Gets His Bacon and Shares The Love'/><author><name>pinksnowme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814845128469192436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7YBVsgkL1aVS64VuvuGuS_15TDMqwF4yjO8is-GDFiYiDKhZfczLlUQ5xmp9379VlsRj6tyFNZw-sKzGq0Ia4cTOWyIQNNQPRLtrPEpTudQNML_9lnL8_OpdDgoCtA/s220/SummerBlush.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>