• Dec. 17, 2006
Family...
Hey!
Ever wonder why sometimes parts of your extended family can be the people that are the least related to you? Weird eh? Family often seems very distant, and I never see them anymore. It hurts. But hey, I have a best friend (Thankyou, friend!!!), extraordinary parents, a beautiful Christmas tree (we set it up today) and a wonderful Christmas to look forward to! 8 days left!!! :D Can you believe it? Where did the time go.
That reminds me. Have you ever wondered about other realities? Other dimensions? They say there are 11 or something, and we only know of 3 (although I think time is the 4th), and doesn't it seem strange to you that we only use some 10% of our brains? I've been thinking, and I have a funny feeling that when God created Adam in the garden, he let us understand all or most of those dimensions, and that filled our brains, but with those dimensions after sin, we probably could have hurt ourselves a lot more, and the world would have been a much more sorry place than it is. Maybe that's the answer to my dimension query. I'm writing a story that plunges into that partially...but you'll just have to wait! :D
God bless,
Sheila
Comments
• Dec. 18, 2006
Hey!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Mariah
I know what you mean about extended family, strange huh?
And your parents sound so wonderful! You are very blessed!!
• Dec. 21, 2006
Hello
Posted by Anonymous
Oh, I've thought about those very things: the dimension thing and about only using 10% of our brains. There's a book called "The Latent Power of the Soul" I think written by Watchman Nee that speaks of these same issues. I look forward to your story...
• Dec. 23, 2006
Relations
Posted by Maria
I agree, relatives are often annoying. But maybe it's because I don't know those relations very well. The ones I know well I love. Although I don't quite agree with him, a character in Oscar Wilde's play, The Importance of Being Earnest said: "Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die."
Whatever. Merry Christmas Sheila!
