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Oh...well...there's nothing to say after that! :) Oh well, I did think of something...I would never have believed this Baptizing of the Holy Spirit...if i had not exp'd it for myself. Just sayin" And THE GIFTS, oh my. What a bl-e-s-s-ing.

What does it mean are 'yet ' given...not the way I talk. Could the word be left out to clear up the meaning?

Charming. I won't be trying to help you again. I go to links. c'ya.

Being here since 2010... I have read many here don't click onto links...just sayin'...if you want to place a couple of choice paragraphs it would be great. Thanks.:) Happy Holiday weekend.

Yes, good point LOL....but, it took awhile...especially if you consider a day was 1000 years.

Is the Op's intent to convince Catholics to leave their religion of choice? I do not think that is nice. It belongs in a blog or on the Op-Ed Page somewhere. Who will be next Presbyterians? Maybe Charismatics?

The ungodly and unbelievers are our brothers and sisters, too...just as a reminder. They temporarily are where they are at...which they would resent me saying!... give 'em time...God is. if this were a foot race and they were behind and stumbled we would stop and help them... not laugh or blame...

When you believe, ask, you receive. That is how it has been for me personally since 1974 or 75...Instantly or in a week makes no difference...it happens both ways. Represented in this funny little story: When I ask or tell my financial guy to "sell". It is done. I smile and maybe imagine using...

Ok. :) Whatever you're talking about.

Hey, it's nice to have agreements with others sure...but you know, ultimately, as long as you and God are seeing eye to eye...all is well and peaceful...you just needed to hear that, that's all.:)

How am I supposed to handle this? I heard once You will not give more Than one can handle. That is not true. I am an example to them that this is just not so. You show me too much. You give me too much. You fill me with just too much. Yet, You placed me here... Oh, You must be enjoying Yourself...

Here I sit. People going to and fro. They think I am a fool. But here I am fed from the Divine. Here I sit all day in a nook; People walking past, Thinking I am lost. But here I stay Nursed at the breast of the Divine. People talking and looking Thinking I am to be pitied. But here I am...

Wherever I go! Wherever I am! Over all these years! You are like Niagra Falls! You never stop You are always loud. Day and night. I can think of You or Niagra Falls... You are the same. That power and You are one ! You never stop! Wherever I am! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are insatiable. You will wait for every last one. You are a well... a hole that is bottomless... That wants eternally to be filled with the Love from us. To realize this is a gift given by You. You reveal Yourself to only a few Throughout the centuries. I will do my best To bring more to the...

Where...where...do you use or Hear these words? Exquisite pain. Unquenchable compassion. Unending bliss. Unimagineable love. Agony that is ecstasy. Eyes that drink in beauty, like A tongue tastes candy? In God's World... That Sacred World that is on the flip side of the senses... There, for...

Why? I don't even ask anymore. I just accept all your blessed gifts to me. Am I different than anyone else...no. But one thing others do not do... Hold onto your hand for dear life. You l-o-v-e when we rely on you... It is palpable. I need You and You need me to Adore You as a child looking up...

Why would I want a thought in my head? When I can lay here and feel You all around. Why would I want to think of the past, When I feel You breathing inside of me? Why would I think of the future or Care about the garden when You are here Filling me with Your dear Self. Why would I want to read a...

There is this 'place'. It is like catching a wave. Except this wave doesn't end. It is a precarious 'place'. It is experienced by many for a bit. What is spectacular about this place is It is always 'there'! It is something unseen...yet, It is in plain sight! It is like a particle that is...

It's all like a symphony; The deepest, low, vibrating basses, And at the same time the stretch, Of the stings going Higher and higher, expanding, reaching up further. Just as the root burrows deeper into the Darkness of the soil For water and food, the leaves and flowering buds Are stretching...

Did I choose You or did You choose me. But, there is no me...so You chose Yourself... I see. You make me laugh ...You wanted me to think It was me who did some sort of choosing, As if I had a choice. There was no choice...You made all the decisions. You brought me to You...but there is only...