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I left something information out. The workbooks is from my community service board. It helps myself for self improvement.
is left… to salvage things from being poor skitzopheenic alcholic that has shamed me…
My thinking isn't as clear…. These days all I ever really knew was….
This…. Life that seems to be hard to cope….
I know with out a mental Illness maybe people forget there mistakes and go on…
I'm not sure…
I seem to remember continuesly on a daily basis
Things I couldn't control I am maybe in God's eyes I am not responsible for…
My thoughts race…
What parable of the sead… changed as it grew….
Some was weads… others was beautiful wild flower s blooming…
That seemed to die around high noon…
I guess some was a tree… bushes with brier….
And thistles thorns….
Some was feed… for the animals and people….
I think I reinstate I hope I am not what I never
Wanted to be….
These thoughts that changed as time proceeds…
Or I looked back to remember….my life…
What I think now was different than today….
Some I overcomed…
But I guess what grew...in it's place...was what's left of just me…. A branch broke…
Or shoots of leaves….
I'm not sure if I had a choice to be a sead…
I would like to do as Jesus says to do…. and bear fruit….
I know I made mistakes….
But I am ok... I hope….
I'm don't want to be the things that got worse… or I over came… but can't get over…
From the pain...of what I didn't have faith… of a grain... I did try cause when I got sick with my illness… Jesus was coming back… it seemed to change… when he didn't return… and I didn't have a chance to get to know him….
I know how a snowball turns…
I hope I feel better today…
Amen
Cindy Young
Pg 14.
Sunday June 18If I am dillagent I wont miss important events..Watching for the Lord's return or the change in the weather.I can't control the snow...I can make a differance when I know how to dress for the occasion... Dont wear shoes that are uncomfortable if I got plansI put my trust in Jesus..And I'll watch the traffic lights dont put myself in harms waysTaking chance s on a scratch off lottery ticket ....I prayed for I bless the trees ground fruit.. Sky children young old that others take in vain god dammning everything...I want to change...Im sorry Jesus for the things I made... Good and badI love you Jesus why ...I live if I'm caught unaware from drinking or going out of my mind...I look responsible for Me. Actions... If I wake up from a night drinkingIm not sure if its jails hospitals homeless shelters or the streets its bad enough I f I died....or some one else...I can try to control my thoughts voice out bursts... Dear God . I love you Jesus...Amen....Thats what I hope to strive for gentleness and caution...Peace..meek...amen by cindy young Sorry, I like to read what some of the writers wrote. Cindy
I also trust in Jesus. He is my dearest Friend. I talk with Him every day. The books I am working on right now are about Him as a Boy. The Series is JESUS WAS YOUR AGE. I have the book Papa Didn't Understand published with Author House, and I have JESUS THE HELPER about ready to go to the publisher. The Series has 5 books. I have written the books and I am working on the pictures.
Sorry I hit the wrong button. I am hoping to get some more read on the Author Learning Center before I go much farther. I can only get on the computer at the library so I can only work when they are open. Doris Sholly
Hi, Im working on publishing four-6 daily devotional "often " Poetic journals. I wrote one. Im working on them from answering questions from a self help books. From mental illness , emotions, substance abuse. The question in the book might be numbered or part a part b . Like for instance do you feel you can change? .. And I have a brief example about this. I feel it is not plagiarism. But a tool. What do you think? I am also hoping to draw pictures with each Daily Devotion Journal entry. I wrote one so far in 2017. This is a example
March 24th 2019
Sunday
3
Symbols that represent coats of armour and the crest of shields of a family name can preserve the past of lineage
To inheritance of a Throne.
If there was a pup or a cat forsaken or cast out
Or lost because it wandered and went stray
For reasons it got seperated
From a medieval family down thru the years of generations
Just say it was true in so many instances.
Maybe even the Cat who is a Tiger or a Lion lost his memory . But the King of a Jungle maybe somewhere roamed along time ago.
A beautiful Lion or a Tiger
In God’s eyes and even if you recall astrology or also
Chinese Zodiac.
Was pretty different . A Lion's roar and
Of the royal breed showed
On a family tree. To signify what the family owned
Unless it be lost marking territory “ TO EACH HIS OWN”
Young cubs or kittens a family of cats purred and stretched . A Feline
If I make any sense the Feline felt trapped often when it was brought to civilization. I guess zoos and other Animal bars ….
To watch the magnificent beast roar and sleep .
Sometimes being a animal the attacked human beings
I donot think a Lion is held accountable for That.
And the Human Poaching
And Human Wars
And Human Revolutions
And Human Revolts
And Human Mistakes
It means to me. I am accountable for the things the beliefs and rights I had valued the system of each authority . Rules
I know the difference when I know the rules. I guess without that . Abide I made a attempt to write if I believed we are responsible for are actions . I guess sometimes “ YES”
By: Cindy Young
Cindy’s Journal
March 18th & April 3rd 2019
MONDAY & Wednesday
Going back to correct the matter that I existed .
The matter that I tried.
And I make a list to fortify and strengthen
The beginning for me to succeed
And be good at I guess at the age of 44.
For myself I can only see the things that are cheapened .
Things that I give myself and chance to understand and ponder things similar to the Odes of England or The Odes of Pindar even Achilles Heel .
Ect. ect. Ect.
A answer to what I think and feel.
To begin In my house
Starting with the floors and the dishes .
To go back and get what I missed of the crumbs and dirt .
Till it's perfect.
It is still the Easter year .
It is still Easter.
The choice and change I like to wonder if it will make a difference
To learn to pray more.
In the flesh and the spirit.
Sometimes I remember the better life I craved.
The life that included a sobor chance
A opportunity to flourish, grow and bloom
I realized I could not obtain material possessions
Jobs and Lust
The things that brings happiness and friends
Like a fork in a road .
Could it be that
everyone gets a chance
Some with my attempts gets laughed at
Like Jesus offered to be king of Earth
After a 40 days fast
The devil appeared
The left turn or the right dirt gravel bends and hills
Stopping to smell the roses
And a drink of coffee.
Similar to a flower desiring the sun and shade and the rain when it thirst to keep from dying .
Leaning towards the light when it is morning .
There was a beautiful rose.
The choice the gardener has to pick which one
Goes in a vase or
Weed eating ,
or a child
Rescues a wild Yellow Butter Cup
A deer in the forest grazes and nuzzles the seeds before a Wedding .
The times of the past is how the beauty is in the Eye
A choice somehow I can't make .
Which one to analyze.
Which one to plant and which one to buy.
Maybe somehow upset , when I compare a rose to LOVE
cause the rose doesn't have a long time to live.
And the beauty is not what I thought about.
The thistles and thorns scattered around the stems and scattered leaves
A silk dress of the petals worn from a woman's ball gown . There was a decoration of
bonnet or flower behind her ear.
The dew glistened on the soft skin.
From a black and white photograph
The young woman smells of perfumed bath water.
In the old west
Tin Wash Pan for fifty cents a room and bar and
WOMAN.
It was What it always was it was no matter her life !
The rose was never tarnished.
Begin the next day. I was beside the bush Another spring day .
With hopes and the long stems to keep alive the fragile soul
Of a woman or a man who watched the rose grow.
Feeling “ I don't want to lose you” I CAN'T KEEP YOU
“This tender touch “ My heart yearns with a love that slips away.
Things I cannot capture from the five senses of ache.
To the colors . of two or three or a single one .
I celebrate the serenity of prayer…
A Narcotics and Alcohol song.
“You are the prettiest one.”
I love the days I can watch the sun play .
The bunnies hop.
My childrens prom.
I remember the perfect love.
I before we sipped the wine
Danced the lights
Was everything wrong?
The rose everyone knows
To; god another day to; god
Between the page
A Rose .
That does not make me happy to remember
The life I had and the memories
All everyone Talks about
Didn’t matter to me
To hang on too a first Love dead or gone
To hang on
To hang her on a wall
I didn’t have that kind of love at all.
I had the love that I remembered in my heart
By; Cindy Young It needs work. I feel it is below my ability. I have trouble with editing. I was not exactly sure what the definitions means. A quick search would explain .. As well as bad habits for myself. Thank You for your broadcast. Cindy
While writing I do have problems with punctuation, colons, semicolon and etc.; my thoughts are totally made up. I sort of speed write, becoming the character or thing needing to bring it to life visually with punctuation in my mind as I go. I'm surprised...
Even so, the things I'm acquiring from the learning center help to sharpen and hone in on areas to save time and efforts.
In my arsenal I have what was mentioned except The Elements of Style, of which I will soon get.