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  • COURT DATE

    Hello Beloved ,
    Please endeavour to read this message to the end, I pray God to open the eyes of your understanding into this message as you read. You are blessed 4 life.

    Court Date:

    After living what I felt was a 'decent' life , my time on earth came to the end.

    The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting
    room of what I thought to be a court house...

    The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

    As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor.'

    He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me.

    He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.

    I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney ,
    a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed
    so familiar to me ,
    I felt I knew Him.

    The corner door
    flew open
    and there appeared the Judge in full
    flowing robes.
    He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room , I couldn't take my eyes off of Him.

    As He took His seat behind the bench , He said , 'Let us begin.'

    The prosecutor rose and said ,
    'My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this person
    belongs in hell.'

    He proceeded to tell of lies that I told , things that I stole , and in the past when I cheated others , Satan told of other horrible
    Perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke , the
    further down in my seat I sank.

    I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone , even my own Attorney , as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely
    forgotten about.

    As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me , I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not Offering any form of defense at all.

    I know I had been guilty of those things , but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

    Satan finished with a fury and said , 'This person belongs in hell ,
    is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person
    who can prove otherwise.'

    When it was His turn , My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench.

    The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan ,
    and beckoned Him to come forward.

    As He got up and started walking , I was able to see Him in
    His full splendor and majesty.

    I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me ,
    my Lord and my Savior.

    He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge , 'Hi ,
    Dad , ' and then He turned to address the court.

    'Satan was correct in saying that this person has sinned , I won't deny any of these allegations.

    And , yes , the wage of sin is death , and this person deserves to be
    punished.

    Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with
    outstretched arms and proclaimed , 'However , I died on the cross so
    that this person might have eternal life and
    has accepted Me as Savior , so this person is Mine.'

    My Lord continued with , 'This person's name is written in the Book of Life , and no one can snatch this one from Me.

    Satan still does not understand yet. This person is not to be given justice , but rather mercy.'

    As Jesus sat down ,
    He quietly paused , looked at His Father and said , 'There is nothing else that needs to be done.'
    'I've done it all..'

    The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down.
    The following words bellowed from His lips..

    'This person is free.'

    'The penalty has already been paid in full.'

    'Case dismissed.'

    As my Lord led me away , I could hear Satan ranting and raving ,
    'I won't give up , I will win the next one.'
    I asked Jesus
    as He gave me
    my instructions where to go next , 'Have you ever lost a case?'

    Christ lovingly smiled and said ,

    'Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you ,
    ~Paid In Full~'

    If you do not pass this along to 15 people immediately ,
    absolutely nothing will happen.

    Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend ,
    (as I have done here) , will bless you both.

    'Stop telling God how big your storm is.
    Instead , tell the storm how big your God is!'

    GOT JESUS?

  • SEX DURING PREGNACY - " WHAT'S HIS PROBLEM"

    I saw this article in a website, I just couldn't help it but to publish it.. So many people run away from this topic, but the truth is..what will you do if you find yourself in this situation? This post is dedicated to all pregnant women. Feel free to pass on your comments, I will ready to answer...

    Happy Reading!!!

    ROSEMARY STORY:

    There are many mysteries I have discovered in life: The illusive thong panties (should they ride up or stay put?), the uncanny way my mother knows just what to say or children who wait to go to the bathroom until after we leave the place that actually had a bathroom so now they have to pee on the side of the road, just to name a few. But one of the most profound mysteries that I’ve stumbled on is the inner workings of sex during pregnancy and how it reversely affects the sex driven brain of the man I love the most.

    Pre-Baby number two my husband and I had a very healthy sex life. We perfected our craft nearly everyday. After the first baby our drive did not slow down and the only reason we didn’t have many more children was because I’d been on the wonderful invention of birth control for 6 years. During the first pregnancy our sex life was in full swing until I got to be as round as a Ferris wheel and it was almost impossible, almost. But something happened during pregnancy number two that I didn’t understand. In the first trimester nothing changed. The second trimester showed signs of slowing but an effort was made. Then it seemed almost overnight that sex during pregnancy had become the black plague.

    He didn’t want to initiate it, deal with the mechanics of it or face my newly changed body (giant areolas, the darkening pregnancy line, my stretched out belly). He didn’t even want to enjoy it, which for someone with his libido is not normal. This is a man who LIVES to enjoy IT. Thoughts of adultery began to sprout: was there another woman? Have I become so large that I’m nothing to him physically? Is this normal? He was not having an affair but I still couldn’t comprehend exactly what had happened, to him or to me. Where had the enjoyment gone?

    Sure he enjoyed it when I gave him his pleasures, which was so often that I felt like a stewardess asking my passengers if they needed anything (peanuts, pillows, late night BJ’s anyone?). When it came to my pleasure he passed, simply saying “Right now? I’m tired and you take longer than me.” It’s a wonder I was sane enough to know that if I killed him for his selfishness I would have to take care of the new baby by myself and there would be no one else to change diapers. So I did what most women do and found a moment of joy when no one else was home. But it wasn’t the same. I wanted the passion not just the release. This amazing act that was once sex during pregnancy in abundance had become a torment. I knew we had to talk about it and it was a talk I was dreading. You see, I already knew what he was going to say. He is a very honest man and I knew I’d end up crying at some point. I was of course, almost word for word, right.

    “Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve had sex babe?”
    “Longer than we normally go.”
    “Why?”
    “Well honey, I see you naked and the first thing I see are your huge areolas. I mean they’re as big as targets! I think “those are the baby’s not mine” and that’s not pleasurable. Then I think about how it would be going towards the baby and that’s just weird. Your stomach is big and it’s just not the same.”
    Long pause.

    “Oh.” This is where I cried.
    Sobbing I say: “I know…I’m not as attractive…to you…as before…”
    He hugs me and says: “Honey, you’re still attractive to me.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Of course. I love you baby…but your body has changed. I just don’t have the desire right now. It’ll come back.”
    I start crying harder when I hear “but…”
    “Baby, come on. This won’t last forever. You being pregnant with my baby make me love you so much more. You’re what I want, just not physically.”

    I start laughing as he quickly adds “I love you” because I know he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I know he’d never hide his feelings from me, which is one reason I married him. He tells it like it is and I love him for that. After our sex during pregnancy talk, which lasted maybe five minutes, I feel comforted. We make the bed together; say good night and fall asleep, with no sex. There probably won’t be any for the rest of my pregnancy. And I’m okay with that.

    I didn’t really want to do it anyway.

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