Comments on: Out My Back Door http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/ It's more wonderful than you can imagine! Thu, 12 Jan 2012 00:53:43 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: SteveW http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11827 SteveW Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:23:57 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11827 We had about a foot of snow here....pretty but too much work shoveling out of it. We had about a foot of snow here….pretty but too much work shoveling out of it.

]]> By: Mindy http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11807 Mindy Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:50:39 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11807 I love the first snowfall. I love the first snowfall.

]]> By: Doug http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11781 Doug Sun, 20 Dec 2009 01:12:11 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11781 MC SAYS: My ears are frosty from my trails. My tail has collected ice cycles from the miles ive traveled, and my belly is frozen from the dreams i have chased in the banks of the winter snows, but my heart is warmed by the love of my master. i LOVE THAT CAT DAM HIS BONEY ASS MC SAYS: My ears are frosty from my trails. My tail has collected ice cycles from the miles ive traveled, and my belly is frozen from the dreams i have chased in the banks of the winter snows, but my heart is warmed by the love of my master.

i LOVE THAT CAT
DAM HIS BONEY ASS

]]> By: Doug http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11780 Doug Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:47:34 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11780 Can i feel God more then Connie, Lisa, MINDY.. AUDREY.. so many others ive meet in my travels, how bout Mat or LUKE, I say oh HELL YEAH i can, they anit got crap on my heart. Did Matthew feel Joe's pain any more then me, did Luke hear Gods love for all of us more then me, did Mindy cry with Mary any more then me, Hell no. The truth of Gods love is in the hearts of any that can feel it. The author of his story begins with the first moment you touch him. LOVE DOUG Can i feel God more then Connie, Lisa, MINDY.. AUDREY.. so many others ive meet in my travels, how bout Mat or LUKE, I say oh HELL YEAH i can, they anit got crap on my heart.
Did Matthew feel Joe’s pain any more then me, did Luke hear Gods love for all of us more then me, did Mindy cry with Mary any more then me, Hell no.
The truth of Gods love is in the hearts of any that can feel it. The author of his story begins with the first moment you touch him.

LOVE DOUG

]]> By: Doug http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11779 Doug Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:43:38 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11779 The true warmth of love can be felt on a snowy day, between heartbeats, and will dance till the heavens collide, and explode in the beauty of love. love yah sis, u got two thumbs up today kid. love you, brother Doug The true warmth of love can be felt on a snowy day, between heartbeats, and will dance till the heavens collide, and explode in the beauty of love.
love yah sis, u got two thumbs up today kid.
love you, brother Doug

]]> By: Doug http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11778 Doug Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:34:50 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11778 MC SAYS: Its better to walk on the banks of a snow drift then to burrow beneath them, and suffocate chasing the illusion of life. gezz,,,can u lobotomize a cat with a steak knife? Dam cat MC SAYS: Its better to walk on the banks of a snow drift then to burrow beneath them, and suffocate chasing the illusion of life.

gezz,,,can u lobotomize a cat with a steak knife?

Dam cat

]]> By: Doug http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11774 Doug Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:41:18 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11774 I have been blazing this old trail of mine for the past eight months with a machete in one hand and an old deer skin flask full of wine in the other, when I crossed the path that others have traveled before me. I decided to meander down that trail and take a look- see at what others had seen before me. The narrow trail turned into a well cleared path, and finally it to a dirt road. The road was lined with field of wildflowers and Jasmine, and there were trees of olives and figs dotted throughout the fields. I was about to turn back when I saw an old wooden sign on a post up ahead. I couldn’t read its words because the sign was covered in grapevine and dust, but before I could get to the sign I was startled by a voice. Sitting in the shade was an old man with white hair and beard. He had a leathery old face, with eyes that twinkled like the stars of the night, and the clarity of a blue sky. His words to me in a voice as soft as velvet were simply “What are you looking for son?” I said, “Nothing much old timer, I’ve been rambling around for awhile just lookin for love, will I find it down this road?” He said “Come sit with me for a spell and ill tell you of the greatest love story of all time, and it began just up the road in the next town.” I settled in beside him, and leaned back on that old olive tree, as I was takin my first slug outta that old leather wine flask he began to speak. He said many years ago lived a young man in the next town; he was a noble man with a kind heart, a hard working man who worked with his hands as a carpenter. He fell desperately deeply in love with a beautiful young woman from the town. She returned his love in kind, and they danced in a courtship of bliss never felt by two before, but before his beautiful young fiancée could marry him she was told in a dream that she would become pregnant by the spirit of her soul. She begged and pleaded in her dream not to let this happen knowing the disgrace the love of her life would feel, but her heart new that the blessing she was about to receive was more glorious then any love of man. Before long the sweet young bride- to- be was pregnant. When she finally told the man she love so much of her condition he was hurt, and he felt she had been unfaithful, but even so he treated her with kindness knowing the shame she must have felt, and knowing the love he still felt for her. In his dreams, his spirit was also touched and assured of the glorious blessing they were about to receive, as he woke from his dreams he ran to her and quickly took her into his arms and into his home as his bride. I had pretty much finished off that flask of wine when that old man finished that story, and was think I might shuffle on down to that town and see if I could find a dairy queen and a restroom. I had bid my farewell to the old guy when I stopped as I walked away and ask what was the name of those lovers? He said “His name was Joseph, and her name was Mary.” As I walked away I hollered back “Bet the real father of that baby was pretty proud!” When I turned around to hear what the old man would say he was gone, but in my ear I heard the words whispered “I am proud of all my children” I walk to that old vine covered sign and clearer the words to see the name of the town ahead, and it read. TOWN OF GALILEE HOME OF JOSEPH MARY, AND THE SON OF GOD MERRY CHRISTMAS I have been blazing this old trail of mine for the past eight months with a machete in one hand and an old deer skin flask full of wine in the other, when I crossed the path that others have traveled before me.
I decided to meander down that trail and take a look- see at what others had seen before me. The narrow trail turned into a well cleared path, and finally it to a dirt road. The road was lined with field of wildflowers and Jasmine, and there were trees of olives and figs dotted throughout the fields.
I was about to turn back when I saw an old wooden sign on a post up ahead. I couldn’t read its words because the sign was covered in grapevine and dust, but before I could get to the sign I was startled by a voice.
Sitting in the shade was an old man with white hair and beard. He had a leathery old face, with eyes that twinkled like the stars of the night, and the clarity of a blue sky. His words to me in a voice as soft as velvet were simply “What are you looking for son?”
I said, “Nothing much old timer, I’ve been rambling around for awhile just lookin for love, will I find it down this road?” He said “Come sit with me for a spell and ill tell you of the greatest love story of all time, and it began just up the road in the next town.”
I settled in beside him, and leaned back on that old olive tree, as I was takin my first slug outta that old leather wine flask he began to speak.
He said many years ago lived a young man in the next town; he was a noble man with a kind heart, a hard working man who worked with his hands as a carpenter. He fell desperately deeply in love with a beautiful young woman from the town. She returned his love in kind, and they danced in a courtship of bliss never felt by two before, but before his beautiful young fiancée could marry him she was told in a dream that she would become pregnant by the spirit of her soul. She begged and pleaded in her dream not to let this happen knowing the disgrace the love of her life would feel, but her heart new that the blessing she was about to receive was more glorious then any love of man.
Before long the sweet young bride- to- be was pregnant. When she finally told the man she love so much of her condition he was hurt, and he felt she had been unfaithful, but even so he treated her with kindness knowing the shame she must have felt, and knowing the love he still felt for her.
In his dreams, his spirit was also touched and assured of the glorious blessing they were about to receive, as he woke from his dreams he ran to her and quickly took her into his arms and into his home as his bride.
I had pretty much finished off that flask of wine when that old man finished that story, and was think I might shuffle on down to that town and see if I could find a dairy queen and a restroom. I had bid my farewell to the old guy when I stopped as I walked away and ask what was the name of those lovers? He said “His name was Joseph, and her name was Mary.” As I walked away I hollered back “Bet the real father of that baby was pretty proud!” When I turned around to hear what the old man would say he was gone, but in my ear I heard the words whispered “I am proud of all my children”
I walk to that old vine covered sign and clearer the words to see the name of the town ahead, and it read.
TOWN OF GALILEE
HOME OF JOSEPH MARY, AND
THE SON OF GOD
MERRY CHRISTMAS

]]> By: Connie Lard http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11772 Connie Lard Sat, 19 Dec 2009 20:00:38 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11772 Wow! Now I really miss snow! Wow! Now I really miss snow!

]]> By: geo http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11769 geo Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:24:35 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11769 Hey Don I will be in Dallas the week after Christmas how bout dinner one night? Hey Don I will be in Dallas the week after Christmas how bout dinner one night?

]]> By: Don Rogers http://boldgrace.com/2009/12/19/out-my-back-door/comment-page-1/#comment-11768 Don Rogers Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:21:16 +0000 http://boldgrace.com/?p=1054#comment-11768 Now that's a snowfall! Don't see many like that in Texas. And the one you show is probably just a light snowfall, right? Now that’s a snowfall! Don’t see many like that in Texas. And the one you show is probably just a light snowfall, right?

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