We have our first fire ring! When I got home last night my brother-in-law, Mike, showed me a picture of an awesome fire ring. Thinking he was going to ask me if that was what I had in mind I asked, "Where is that located?" He said, "Right where you wanted it!" Cool, huh! Thanks, Mike.
'Come, Now is the time for Worship!' --- the campfire worship ring awaits you and your acoustic instruments and singing voices. Bring your camp chairs, bring your coolers, bring your flashlights (for trekking back up the hill at night), bring your Backwoods Cutter, along with your hotdogs and marshmellows!
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Christians don't ghost people who are struggling. People who are homeless or about to be, don't gossip about the people they once claimed to care about.
I hate fakes. The hurt and damage you have done to an already traumatized soul is immeasurable. And you don't care. But maybe someone will know you don't walk your talk. You can't even pick up the phone and speak to someone who is struggling.
I guess I never meant much to you, but any decent human would not treat another so poorly. Walk your talk.
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