God is Creator

This picture is really confirmation that God doesn't make copies.

This is my friend, Natalie, and I. She and I both have eyes, noses, lips, but they are so different.

Praise the Lord!!!

......Ring, ring, lil ring.......

Для русскоязычных читателей моей странички даю ссылку на русский вариант этого рассказа. Enjoy!! :)
http://greenway.in.ua/modules/smartsection/item.php?itemid=25

I read these thoughts of some girl and I was laughing so much. I don't know if it is funny for you, as it might be just Russian humor. Anyway, I have translated this text into English. And if you don't like it, please, don't judge me too severe:)


RING, RING, LIL RING

Written by Mary D.
Translated by Inna M.

An engagement ring … such a long desirable dream. The same as in the American movies: a romantic scene, the sea, palms, either moon and stars, either autumn maple park or a nice party. Whatever ….It’s romantic anyway. It’s such an event! He's speaking quietly, just for her, but a whole world hears: "Marry me". …Soft mewing: "Marry me." Well it's possible to pronounce it even on exhalation, as if worrying and strangling... anticipating the future happiness or the horror of the phrase that has just escaped by chance?.....After it there must be a pause. …..Not a very long one and not very short. ….All is well if it’s moderately. Are the eyes happy? No, not happy, but rapturous! Rapturous? This is too much. It is not good to splash out the emotions and latent expectations at once. The eyes... What should I do with the eyes? Maybe I should look "askance, head bent low"? Oh, maybe I should get up and practice at a mirror? Inclining the head, peeping downward, giving a mysterious look from under eyelids. Yaiks! It’s some lunatic or so! In addition, let out saliva from the corner of mouth for more complete likeness. What muck!

No, that won’t do. We should start from the beginning. With agitation and easy aspiration: "Marry me….” ("Oh, at last, five years haven’t passed yet! Ripened, congratulations! Where were you so far? Were thinking? Such a dimwit, aren’t you? And what if children will take after you?") No, wrong again. Thoughts are creeping in wrong direction. Need to concentrate on the unusual side of the moment, on the coming happiness, a large and light love. Well, go, go, and go again: "Marry me…." ……Oh, is it really that necessary? What, on the large account, is the use of it? What do you mean ”what?” - Here is HE, dear, near you. You wake up with the first rays of the sun every morning and see him - darling, that one man, unique. Wish it could be true! You are awaken up because he is snoring foolishly in sleep. You poke him up by an elbow, he turns to other side and snoring again. That’s on such an early hour! And it's Sunday. The most favorite day, when it’s possible to sleep long and have a clean conscience. Shall I clutch his nose or something to stop him snoring? It’s a bad habit to sleep with the open mouth. That is why you snore. Probably, it’s an irreversible process: the air enters the mouth, and goes out from the nose. That’s how snore effect appears.

And again that’s not that. Where is the romance? Let it will be this way: unexpected phone call: "I’ll be waiting for you at an old fountain at seven tonight "……. It's winter. At a fountain? Couldn’t you find a better place? The streets are like glass. Shall I put on the boots or high-heeled shoes? Guess, the boots. The legs are so frightful in them. Then the boots will be better with pants. The legs won’t be visible. Ok, how do I look? That’s disaster!! All right, let it happen near the fountain. And I shall put the high-heeled shoes. I will limp there somehow for the sake of such a case. There he is… trampling down at the fountain. You are frozen to the bone! And who asked You to choose such a place? It would be so good to meet in the cafe. It’s near the bus stop. It wouldn’t take so long to go, and you wouldn’t be frozen. Yeah, yeah, stay there! And I will walk especially slowly, so you could see how I suffer on high heels on the ice. Hey, turn to me, don’t you see me? I am from the other side of you. You must feel my presence. Feel it with your each cell. Each? Oh, how many do you have? …Judging his insensibility (not being able to turn round and look to my side), he is the simplest… One-celled creature! I’m gonna fall now and I break my leg. I will yell pitifully, as the wounded lil rabbit. Oh, then you’ll get me on your hands and take to get the aid. I will hug your neck… Firmly-firmly… Then there will be so long desirable words on a semi sigh… quietly: "…Could you make your hands weaker, coz I can’t breathe".

Oh, women are so strange … everything seems wrong to them… Will ever such woman be proposed? There is a sign written on my forehead: "Be careFOOL!!!" Men avoid such women. They don’t want waste force and time, to hit a forehead against a wall. … So that means they are not MEN at all. The real MAN isn’t afraid of any obstacle. He will fight for the love to the end. Like a medieval knight. … By the way, …about knights. I saw their armour in a historical museum. Little height, chest like a wheel, helmet like an onion. If this is what is outside, so then what’s inside? Nah, I don’t need any knight.

Let’s start over again. Back to the palms and the sea. To the light tropical breeze. To the rustle of the waves against the shore sand. To the moon and the stars. The sounds of the music are somewhere in the distance (it’s the aborigines entertain the tourists, representing exotic things). Here every man is the James Bond by the appearance look, and every woman is the Marilyn Monroe. Love and romance are everywhere, ravishing happiness and hot passion. This is the place to make a declaration of love and offer a hand and heart! …….
…Door-bell. Who is it in such an early hour? I’m just drinking a cup of coffee, and unbrushed yet, thinking about nonsense "Just a second!" Slep-slep-slep. Ouch, my slippers were worn down much at the heels - I should buy a new pair, oh, but I got used to these ones. I love old things, they are much more comfortable. "Who’s there?" - "It’s me" (We didn’t agree to meet so early). - "Come in". Roses… So many roses… Are they for me? He knows how much I love them. …The sea of roses… Thank you… " …And this is for you too..." – He shows his palm……a ring.

Oh!

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The Harvest

We had a holiday at the church. It's called Harvest holliday. The central part near is decorated with fruits and vegetables. Every year the sceen is different. Well, this year, as you can see, it's decorated as a basket and it looks nice, as for meeeeeee :)

C.S.Lewis

I read a few quotations of C.S.Lewis
(he's well known writer, his the most famous work is "The Chronicles of Narnia"), they were just great, so I decided to share them with you.


"You don't have a Soul, you ARE a Soul. You have a body."


"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."


"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else"

This quotation is so true. When people find out that I'm ( me, Inna :) a believer I'm always asked a question: "So you go to the church and that's all (well, they think that that's all), what about the rest of your life?? But I started to live THE LIFE when I got to know God, I didn't live before ... I just existed. Life only begins with God!!!!

That's wonderful. Потрясающе.

God creates, He doesn't make copies.
Бог созидает, Он не делает копий.

Inna M.

Deep in the heart or in the soul, whatever, all the people of the Earth are the same. Why do I think so? .... Let's find out............