- Lansing, Mi, USA
- member since November 15, 2007
Mary C’s last login was Saturday, October 2, 2010.
Hello, Mary. I’m the author of The Sandal Maker, a new novel about the public ministry of Jesus from a unique point of view, a little controversial at times, but you will see him as never before. It’s a story that will take you on a fascinating journey in first century Galilee. Have you ever wondered what is was like to live in those times? What part did women play in his ministry? Was he the first feminist? Were the miracles real? Why did Judas betray the Master? How does the gospel of Jesus compare to the gospel according to Peter and Paul? This is a “must read” for those on a true spiritual quest. You can read reviews at Amazon.com. I’m including a link to copy and paste. Let me know what you think.
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If it is this version Mary then nobody knows:
Why Do Mother's Cry ?
"Why are you crying?" he asked his Mom.
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."..........
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason sometimes?"
"All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say........
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry...
Finally he put in a call to God; when God got on the phone, the man said,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
"When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry
the weight of the world;
yet, gentle enough to give comfort...
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times comes from her children...
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt them very badly...
This same sensitivity helps her to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and shares in their teenagers anxieties and
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband
never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths and her
resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed;
it's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.
It's her only weakness...
It's a tear for mankind... "
Vinegar Hill was depressing but I ffelt that it was probably so true of so many homes. We just don't know what goes on behind closed doors. By COLD do you mean Cold Mountain? That's the only "cold" on my shelf I can think of right off! haha! Your pup is precious. I, too, love dogs; I have five.
Yes grown children and they are just now starting to come around to the fact that the divorce can be ok. I have been divorced since 2004. I am going to be 53 and am looking forward to the best years of my life with my wonderful fiancee. There is life after 50 :) Rochester Hills is very nice. I live outside of Lansing now but for 30 years lived in Rockford north of Grand Rapids a wonderful town that I miss very much. My puppy and my fiancee make it all worthwhile!! My father is only 40 mins away so I see him once a week. My Mom passed away and he is suffering from dementia. My sister and I try and keep a good eye on him. Mary Kay