government & liberty

Quotes by Thomas Jefferson:

Most bad government has grown out of too much government.  It is always oppressive.

Government big enough to supply everything you need is big enough to take everything you have…The course of history shows that as government grows, liberty decreases.

The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.

[The Second Amendment in the U.S. Constitution protects the rights of individuals to keep and bear arms.]

The beauty of the Second Amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it.

We must not let our leaders load us with perpetual debt.

The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time: the hand of force may destroy, but cannot disjoin them.


being re-grateful

I had just started a new job earlier this month.  It has been an immeasurable, humongous praise of a job for me, which I am so immensely grateful to God for.  Hallelujah!

The job was the outcome after having finished my couple of Associate’s Degrees this past May (remember all of those many, many homework and paper writing gripes that I had made last year?  Haha!).

But after only a couple of weeks of working, oh, may God forgive me for my becoming lax and gripey all over again.  I’ve been groaning about the 4:45 am wake ups, the sleepyness that comes over me when at 10am, and the constant tummy groaning at that same hour.

And what’s the brand spankin’ new gripe of the week?  When a 3-day old (hunkava truck) Dodge Ram had hit my parked car at work in the parking lot earlier this week.

Because I’m a terrible driver myself, I totally understood how the other driver had felt.  No problem, I had said.  It happens and I’m just grateful that it wasn’t me who hit you, I had said.  I’ll take it to the auto shop when the weekend comes around, no problem, I had told him.  But that’s all before I had heard the crazy grinding and bam! bam! sounds coming from the front of my car as I was driving home after work.  Oh no!

I drove it to my friend’s house who lived on the way home.  Her husband used to be a mechanic before retiring from his job just about a month ago.  I hoped he would help to tie or duct tape my car part temporarily (from falling off on my drive home) until I could take it to an auto shop on the weekend.

When he checked out my car, though, as I had expected, he said that my car was better off left at home and undriven until I can take it to the auto shop on the weekend.  So I drove it home with its griding and bam! bam! sounds coming out of it every time I had hit a sizable pothole on the road.

So I had had my car parked at home until yesterday, when the other driver’s insurance adjuster finally said that he had finally taken a look at my car and of course, he said that the damage looked minor.  You haven’t driven it and heard the banging sounds comin’ out of it, buster, I wanted to say on the phone.

I was just relieved that I had finally gotten a hold of him because I had been calling the other driver and his stateside insurance company constantly since.  The problem was that Guam time is about a day ahead of the stateside hours.  So a decent time over there would be around 3 am over here.

After days of trying to get a hold of anyone to talk to about a rental car for me to get to drive to work with, the late night phone calling (or lunch break time calling), had taken a headache toll on me.  So that’s when the griping and less and less unthrilledness about my new job was starting to come upon me.

But finally, today is the weekend.  I had slept until 9am (yeeee! talk about refreshed!) and I am sippin’ on a cup of instant coffee.  Before I knew it, I was on the Ziiing! level.  I have returned.  My jig has come back.  Yeah!

As I sit here typing about my huge blessing of a job, I re-appreciate it gratefully once again.  Sure can’t wait for that first paycheck!  Woohoo!

Although my car rental is still on my credit card bill until that dagnabbit insurance adjuster gets around to sending his coverage notice to the car rental company, I’m not gonna let it bother me.  I thank God that He had opened my eyes up this morning.  While I was brushing my teeth, all of a sudden, I had realized that the enemy was most likely trying to steal my joy with this whole car accident thing.  It was like a window opened up.

So now I’m once again thankful to God for all things with new eyes.  Thankful for my fantabulous first time ever weekend off job, my car finally being looked at an auto shop, my refreshing longer amount of sleep this morning, my cup of coffee that helped to put me in Zing! mode, and the sunshine outside, so that I can bushcut (attack) the knee-high grass that had grown all around my house outside.

Thank you God for showing me that life is good because You are good.

Oh, and I wanted to end this post with sumthin’ that I had gotten a kick out of yesterday.  One of my co-workers’ last name is Mission.  He’s from Hawaii and has 2 sons.  He had shared with us other co-workers, that if he were to have a daughter someday, he’d name her “Iona”.  That way, she’d be called Iona Mission.  I on a mission, get it?  Haha!  What a riot, that fella.

Phil 4:6

over rejection? maybe not

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It amazes (and I’m not using that word lightly) how Dr. Charles F. Stanley, as old as he is, can have so much energy.

He is definitely one energetic preacher.  And one whom I can’t figure out whether he has or uses notes when he preaches.  Because if you ever observe his podium, on which he lays his Bible on, there are no papers or cards that he flips through.  And no Post-it stickys stuck on that podium or within the pages of his Bible, that I can see, either.  Maybe he’s looking at a monitor, where he’s got all of his notes displayed on its screen.  I have no idea.  It’s interesting to me how he has that a sort of sleepy-eyed, slo-mo-speaking preacher appearance, but is in reality a very powerfully, engaging one.

This is a message he gave is titled as: “Victory Over Rejection”. 

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learning from ron’s life


Hey, folksies!  Oh dear, it has been quite a number of days since my last post. Since having come back home and gotten back to the day to day busyness of life again, I haven’t been able to spare enough time to sit down and type another post onto here yet.  So I’d like to reblog this post which had been one of my fav first posts about a year ago.  A joyful Sunday to y’all!

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On Sunday mornings, once I get my eyes pried open, I sit and pause at the end of my bed, trying to decide whether I can risk another half-hour’s sleep. But as soon as I realize that it’s another Sunday, I holler out a, “It’s Sunday!” and then I’m flying off my bed. I dash to my front door (one of the very rare times I move quickly indoors), trying not to stick out too far out my front door (to not freak out my neighbors with my frightening morning do), as I’m freezing in my jammies and reaching for the newspaper on the ground.

Once I get my newspaper inside, I begin to tear open the plastic around it, and start to separate it in 2 piles. Coupons and store sales papers in one pile and the actual newspaper story pages in another pile. Although it’s often tempting to…

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dry bones

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Whenever I’d read the book of Ezekiel in the past, I’d never understand what in the world the part about the dry bones was about.  All I knew was that I was sure glad that I wasn’t Ezekiel, who stood in a valley where bones had come back together to become bodies again.  Yipes!  My teeth woulda chattered like crazy watching that, that’s for sure.

Then just a couple of days ago while driving, I heard on a radio program a speaker who had mentioned about how he believed that Russia was the big, evil country which is described about in the book of Ezekiel, as being the country that wants to take over the world.  Oh, so Russia is the “Gog” country mentioned about in Ezekiel 38-39.  Interesting.

This is another message that came to me from the Lord: “Son of man, turn and face Gog of the land of Magog, the prince who rules over the nations of Meshech and Tubal, and prophesy against him.

Give him this message from the Sovereign Lord: Gog, I am your enemy!

~ Ezekiel 38:1-3

When I walked into church yesterday morning, I decided to stop by their print outs of Bible study guides that they have available against one of the walls.  The one that was titled as “Battle-Stations!  The Biblical Battlefield of Last Days Prophecy  Ezekiel 37-39″ had caught my eye and I pulled one of the sheets out.

The print out didn’t mention anything about Russia being the country of Gog, but it did mention about how the book of Ezekiel can be divided up into 4 parts, and of how the chapters of 33-39 in Ezekiel were about the restoration of national Israel in the future.  Oh, in the future.  I see.

With all of this Ezekiel info being mentioned, I decided to read this morning again about what Ezekiel had seen in the valley of dry bones.  And got the hibbie-jibbies while reading it again.

So I spoke this message, just as He told me.  Suddenly as I spoke, there was a rattling noise all across the valley.  The bones of each body came together and attached themselves as complete skeletons.  Then as I watched, muscles and flesh formed over the bones.  Then skin formed to cover their bodies, but they still had no breath in them.

Then He said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to the winds, son of man.  Speak a prophetic message and say, “This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, O breath, from the four winds!  Breathe into these dead bodies so they may live again.”

So I spoke the message as He commanded me, and breath came into their bodies.  They all came to life and stood up on their feet – a great army.

~ Ezekiel 37:7-10


I have no idea whether Russia is the country mentioned as Gog in Ezekiel and whether that radio program speaker’s opinions and teachings about the topic may be true.  Because in the past, he had mentioned about how he doesn’t believe that there will be a “Tribulation Period” in the future, but I think that the two church denominations that I’ve been attending for the longest time actually do teach that there will be.

Well, although there may be such differences in opinions and teachings about what’s gonna happen in the future, I’m just so grateful for the verses which are clear to read and understand to any ‘ole reader like me.  Because reading and remembering about the promises of God in His Word are what keeps me a-goin’ each day.  Hallelujah!

Each one had a harp, and they held gold bowls filled with incense, which are the prayers of God’s people.

~ Revelation 5:8

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