According to Jake acknowledged that, he is not a warm-hearted week believer.His diligently prayer, but prays very bad; He goes to thousand regret, but the pain relieves by no means.The western philosophy believed that, the morals rely on to a certain extent the religion, does not have the...
That new classroom where Boys all pull my hair (Kissy little girls With their hair in curls) They don’t frighten me at all. Don’t show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream, If I’m afraid at all It’s only in my dreams. I’ve got a magic charm That I keep up my ...
a但是我从内心不希望有那一天的发生……也许神会听到我的祷告,不让那一天发生。我希望…… But I from the innermost feelings did not hope has that day-long occurrence ...Perhaps the god can hear my prayer, does not let that day occurrence.I hoped ...[translate] aJust naked...
aMusic's the medicine of the mind. ~There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to. . 头脑的音乐的医学。 因为音乐是, ~There非常没什么在世界...
The twins slammed the car doors, as they headed into the classroom. Martha's phone pinged, a text. It was her husband. He was as cross as her kids. "This kitchen looks like a bomb hit it! There is purple goo all over our bed. The dog is still in the laundry, and I am late....
On a Sunday night there were a dinner party at the country club and a tryst at a roadside tourist cabin and a prayer meeting at the Lutheran Church and three drunks telling lies in the men’s room of the bus depot and a Negro child dying f leukemia on Jitney Street and a young ...
“Children of the Corn” — This short story has been adapted for film numerous times. A very annoying arguing couple drive through Nebraska on their way to see family but as they’re driving past fields of corn, they run over a boy who emerges from the crops. Things go downhill from ...
prayer I make every day is for the Lord to turn my heart to things that are his will, trust me, that prayer truly takes that desperation emotion away, miraculously. God’s will for his children is righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, fight anything that takes that from you...
Any good Catholic has, in this sense of the word, conned the Lord’s Prayer, the Hail Mary, maybe the Apostles Creed, etc. It’s a way of describing a knowing that’s in your bones, that’s ingrained and permanent, part of who you are. For me, “Con” is at least in part ...
On the way home, I crouch beside the dead crow. Its eye has clouded. One wing points up, like a prayer, from its derelict hull. I smother it with leaves, sprigs of sweet lavender, pinecones. Until it smells like something that could fly again ...