Promises @ MindSay

A Response to Threat

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor the arrow that flieth by day." (Psalm 91:4-5)

On this day we remember the unprovoked attack on America by Muslim terrorists. Despite attempts to make the country more secure, the threat remains scarcely abated today. What should the Christian's response be? In our text above, we see that we have no cause for fear. The physical danger may be real, but our Lord promises protection in tender words likened to a mother bird's care for her young. Our ultimate deliverance is guaranteed by His sure promises. Trust in His power and truth sustains us as surely as would a shield and buckler.

Our hope cannot ultimately rest in mere military might. God does not promise temporal safety to all, for there have been millions who have succumbed to undeserved violence. Our last hope is of a different order, firmly grounded in "the LORD, which is my refuge" (v. 9). He responds to our trust and worship with the promise "With long |better translated as 'eternal'| life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation" (v. 16). Much more interested in our response to troubles than in our deliverance, He desires us to believe and serve Him, all the while trusting Him, even in perilous times.

A New Testament application of this principal can be found in 1 Peter 3:14: "if ye suffer for righteousness' sake, happy are ye: and be not afraid of their terror, neither be troubled." The remedy? "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear" (1 Peter 3:15).

The Lord Jesus Christ is Himself our example and inspiration. "For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds" (Hebrews 12:3). Fixing our eyes upon Him, we have no cause for fear. JDM

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September 11, 2008  

Dixie currently feels:

 Bored

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Quote of the day:

"Eee, imagine if some Christian came in here now? They'd try to EXCORISE your Playstation!"

- Adam

And this came about, as I was playing Haunted Tomb on Spyro 3 - and the game crashed just as I was charging a glass jar.

My gem number had froze in the top left corner - 5666.

With 666 supposably being the number of Satan - who's existance, I still question from time to time - Adam blurted that out, and I proper laughed for ages.

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As we go...

Adam's been here since 2.

It's now half 10.

He's staying the night. - For the first time in our 10 year friendship.

He's got this DS hacking cartridge, which you can download games onto.

He says he'll never have to buy any of the games again - because he's cheap. :P

So far, I reckon he's downloaded about £390 games today.

And the cartridge itself was only £40. :)

Rofl, he's complaining that I'm advertising his piracy.

Oh well, such is life. :P

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So today, whilst he's been sat beside me playing on his DS - I've been giving my 12-year old Playstation some hardcore time.

So I've had a shot at Spyro 3 - and gone from 8% to 77%.

I've done the first 5 missions on Hogs of War.

I had a quick go of Final Fantasy VII and mastered a few Materia crystals.

I'm getting the urge to play some Harvest Moon: BTN.

Best bargain I ever got - only £7.

Though, Pikmin was £8.

But Pikmin's nowhere near as good as BTN. :)

I've done another 10 battles on Mt. Battle on Pokémon Collosseum with Emily the Espeon and Volvic the Typhlosion.

They're both on level 82 now.

But Mt. Battle is so strenuous and boring - I just want to rip my skull out after a while.

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So Emily...

You asked me to blog - and here I am.

I don't really know what to say. :)

Well, as I mentioned to you - please let us both stop dwelling on the crappy past.

I try to forget things that have happened in my past alone - so can we put everything that's happened in our joint-past behind us?

All the tripe things, of course.

Let us not forget some of our wonderful moments...

- The day we started FoG...

- FoG's first anniversary...

- Christmas 2007 - our first VC...

- New Year's Day - the candy cane caper. :)

- And how can you forget the "I want an Echo...", before falling into my door and manically laughing?

Can you remember?

We laughed at every little thing....

- We still do.

We were always there to comfort each other...

- We still are.

When we'd had a crap day, one was always there for the other....

- We still are.

We'd share our secrets, share our feelings, share everything with each other...

- We still do.

We promised we'd always stay by the other's side...

- We still will...

We might have matured Emily...

We've gone through all the tough times together...

We've made it through, we're still alright...

We're older,

We're wiser...

And our friendship is so much stronger.

You won’t understand this…

“She Who Weakens”

You’re playing Sampson

So where does that leave me?

I reached inside

Past gently parted lips

Beyond a sweetly caressing tongue

To begin to see

What the others will never see

So I guess, it’s just you and me

I worried we played only a game

It’s so much more than that, I know

And I’ve only promised you a thousand times over

Never to cut your hair short

I can feel your warm breath on my neck,  in between kisses . . . and feel you rock your hips  and press harder  against me . . . the  little whimpers  as my cock gets harder and you slide further on me . . .

“Don’t move . . . shhh!”   You hold your hand  to my face and turn my mouth to yours and kiss me  . . .  and rock harder and faster . . .

“Don’t move . . . “  and I hear you catch your breath and  whimper more . . .  I kiss tears from your cheeks and then kiss your neck  . . .  you  only let me push you back enough to so I  can suck hard on your nipples  . . . and  I feel your knees tighten around me and your arms pull me  tight  . . . as you tilt your head  back  . . . deep breaths and I  take  my  chance to suck  very hard on your  nipples.   You press against me and raise your hips  . . .  and  rock harder with  each stroke . . . I  slide my  hand between your  cheeks and you  lean just  enough . . . where my hand is  wet, playing between your lips . . . 

You moan again and I play with your lips and kiss away  tears . . . until I feel your arms tighten  . . . and I push as hard  as I can against you .  . .until you cry out . .  .

“Don’t stop . . . “    And you whisper sweet sin in my ear and more . . .

This minute leads to  another, and we still  . . .   then  another and another . . . and I  shake the robe off us . . . and taste your slick  sweet  sweat from my  fingertips . . .

I’ve  felt you tighten around my  cock  twice  and it  gives me a  new surge and you press . . .and rock and press hard . . . 

With only a few  seconds left . . . I pull you close to me and you wrap your  legs  tightly around  my  waist as I push back and quickly for your  pleasure . . .  a minute and  still I  want one more . . .and  one more . . . your  fragrance in every  breath, sweet words in  my ear . . . and the taste of you on  my lips . . .   The flow comes  with the hardest push, and  I fill you  and feel you warmer and wet  . . . pushing  hard  again  as the  flow returns . . .you  whimper and we sit again in the chair with you wrapped around me . . .slowly rocking . . . you hips and thighs wet on my lap  . . .

You bury  your face against my  neck again and  I get  kisses on top  of kisses . . . and slowly you rock your  hips . . . against the  pulse of my cock . . . sliding  easily  . . . whispering in my ear . .  .