Religion question
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I'm not sure if I can even ask this here because of the religion policy, so if I'm out of line just delete it.
My faith is dwendling. Growing up I was always a firm beleiver in God. Lately I've had so many questions that have no answers, at least I can't find them.
Since my dad passed away 3 weeks ago, these questions are haunting me. I need to know for sure that my dad is safe now in heaven.
I feel so awful even doubting God, I need someone to give me some scriptures in the bible to read or something to help me. I don't want to lose my faith.
There are several things that bother me....
God is a loving God, he loves all his children equally....then why did he create us knowing that many of us will burn in hell?
Why does he allow a baby to be murdered, and allow a killer to never be caught?
How can heaven be so big that it can hold all those people?
These are just a few thoughts that go through my head, I have so many questions and have nobody to ask.
I'm so sorry. I feel so bad for asking such questions. I just want to know so badly that my dad is okay. I don't want to think that he just blinked out like a bug- that he is gone completly. I want to beleive that his soul still lives.
Death is my biggest fear because it is unknown. NOBODY can really tell us for certainty what happens when you die.
PLEASE someone help me. Get me though this. I need advice. I know there aren't answers to everything. I just need to regain my beleif. It used to be so strong, so unwaivered.
Can someone give me some good verses from the bible or something that can help me?
Thanks in advance to anyone who took time to read this, I hope someone does truly understand what I'm trying to say.
Mara
Joan,
May I tell you my story? It's long, beware;) Background, I am an accountant, and tax season is the worse or was the worse time of year for me. Jan - April 15. Remember that it's important.
I was born and raised to go to church. I was never a bad person, but we all sin.
I have had my mountains and valleys, especially when it came to a job I had for 15+ years. I hated it, God knew it, but I wouldn't do anything about it. I could have, but I felt that I needed that job.
My mom found a lump in 4/01, removed in 7/01, radiation done. By that fall mom was going downhill and no one believed her, even the drs. told her it was in her head.
That summer, I asked my boss, if I could work sparsley to take care of mom. Mom and I were very close. He said ok, but after labor day I went in and he told me my contract was "terminated" a nice way of saying your fired. A lot of reasons and too many to list. I wondered why "God" did this to me, but I wanted to quit all along.
Fall came and went.
However, this particular fall, I fell down my front porch steps over our sheltie, who came back up the steps unexpected. I couldn't get up, didn't go to the hospital right away. Thought my knee just popped out and it hurt. Eventually went to dr. had mri, needed ligament replacement surgery. More painful, than having a child, I was black and blue from my thigh to my ankle and it took over a year to feel better...
Back to the story.
Winter came, mom was worse, me and the girls were with her everyday. Dad worked nightwork, so I filled in and took her where ever she wanted/needed to go.
I could see her pain, and on Christmas she told me she was ready to go.
So not only did I lose my job, I was losing mom and I just had surgery
Why was God doing this to me (was I that evil)? Many nights I would cry myself to sleep wondering what I did to deserve this.
Yes, that was my mentallity.
GOD AND ONLY GOD HAD A PLAN AND KNEW THAT PLAN!!!!!!!
Winter was hard and I was watching mom slowly fade away.
She called one Saturday night and told me if dad didn't take her to the er, could I. She couldn't stand it anymore. I said yes.
She stayed overnight and the next morning we met with the oncologist. She had cancer in every area of her body. My dr. confirmed it and said it probably started in her body over 25 years ago at the age of 37.
That day, she told my dad she wanted to move in with me!
I said yes, dad felt like he was abandoning her. When she moved in, I moved in the same bedroom with her. We slept together for 51 nights. All the things we talked and laughed about. We became closer than ever.
She lived for 52 days. She died on 5/16/2002. If you look at these dates, she came to live with me during tax season. If I would have been working I would not have been able to take care of her those lasts days. And nothing was more important to me than taking care of her.
God had a plan, and because of his plan I am much happier now.
I had to grow up a lot. I thought I was the one in charge, but I'm not. I let him in charge and go with the flow.
This story is skimming the surface. There are so many underlying things that I have skipped over... But I believe I hit the important points.
One man from our church came to visit before mom passed away and he told us "your work on earth is done and now God needs you in heaven to do his work."
I will never forget that.
You do need to talk with someone, a minister or friend. But do not turn your back on God, he is there for you.
Remember the story of Adam and Eve, they are the ones who sinned.
If the world were perfect, we'd be in heaven right now.
You may email if you like, just ask. I don't post my email.
Yes, both of our posts may be wiped out;)
BTW, I was "laid off" exactly one week before 9/11.
We live 2 miles from Site R and 20 minutes from Camp David. 1 hour from D.C.
The other day I flipped open my Bible to the book of Job, read it and all he went through and his faith.
Joan, I'd prefer to respond by email so as to not start a debate, but I do have some verses in response to your questions. My email is speech-chick@cox.net. Also, it's a good thing, not a bad thing, to question and doubt God on occasion. It will ultimately make your faith grow. It's is the times when you feel alone and abandoned...and then somehow survive...that you realize God has been faithful and true. (((Joan)))
Mara, I would also like to respond to you through e-mail. I lost my mom and dad when I was 22. I felt like I had been *ripped off* in life. I would love to share with you my experience and what helped me through. You will make it through.....it takes time, but you will make it. (((((hugs))))))
BTW...my e-mail is hessey@sisna.com
***Warning--Long post***
Mara (sorry I said Joan earlier),
There is really more I would like to email, but thought I could post this since it is an excerpt from a classic of English literature. The following is from "The Screwtape Letters" By C.S. Lewis. Lewis is the same man who wrote The Chronicles of Narnia (The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe) and is a well respected literature critic (taight at Oxford) and famous for his theological writings as well. The Screwtape Letters is a satirical fiction book in which Screwtape, a head demon, is writing letters to his nephew, Wormwood, to teach him how to "secure the damnation of a young man." So...everything is reverse. The Enemy is God. I/us refers to demons. My comments are in ( )...everything else is C.S. Lewis.
“…As long as he (man) lives on earth periods of emotional and bodily riches and liveliness will alternate with periods of numbness and poverty. The dryness and dullness through which your (Wormwood—a demon) patient is now going are not, as you fondly suppose, your workmanship; they are merely a natural phenomenon which will do us no good unless you make a good use of it.
To decide what the best use of it is, you must ask what use the Enemy (God) wants to make of it, and then do the opposite. Now it may surprise you to learn that in His efforts to get permanent possession of a soul, He relies on troughs (bad times) even more that on the peaks; some of His special favourites have gone through longer and deeper troughs than anyone else. The reason is this. To us (demons) a human is primarily food; our aim is absorption of its will into ours, the increase if our own area of selfhood at its expense. But the obedience which the Enemy demands of men is quite a different thing. One must face the fact that all the talk about His love for men, and His service being perfect freedom, is not--as one would gladly believe--mere propaganda, but an appalling truth. He really does want to fill the earth with loathsome little replicas of Himself—creatures whose life, on its miniature scale, will be qualitatively like His own, not because He had absorbed them but because their wills freely conform to His. We want cattle who can finally become food; He wants servants who can finally become sons. We want to suck in; He wants to give out. We are empty and would be filled; He is full and flows over. Our war aim is a world in which Our Father Below (Satan) has drawn all other beings into himself: the Enemy wants a world full of beings united to Him but still distinct.
And that is where the troughs come in. You must have often wondered why the Enemy does not make more use of His power to be sensibly present to human souls in any degree He chooses and at any moment. But you now see that the Irresistible and Indisputable are the two weapons which the very nature of His scheme forbids Him to use. Merely to override a human will--as His felt presence in any but the faintest and most mitigated degree would certainly do--would be for Him useless. He cannot ravish. He can only woo. For His ignoble idea is to eat the cake and have it; the creatures are to be one with Him, but yet themselves; merely to cancel them, or assimilate them, will not serve. He is prepared to do a little overriding at the beginning. He will set them off with communications of His presence which, though faint, seem great to them, with emotional sweetness, and easy conquest over temptation. But He never allows this state of affairs to last long. Sooner of later He withdraws, if not in fact, at least from their conscious experience, all those supports and incentives. He leaves the creature to stand up on its own legs—to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such trough periods, much more than during peak periods, that it is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be. Hence the prayers offered in the state of dryness are those which please Him best. We can drag our patients along by continual tempting, because we design them only for the table, and the more their will is interfered with the better. He cannot ‘tempt’ to virtue as we do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.”
Written by Screwtape (Wormwood’s demon uncle)
When I lost my first little guy, I had a burning need to find the reason in it all - in his life and death, and in my purpose on this earth. I did so much soul searching, and my faith became so much stronger than it was. I hate reading, but read some great books. The first one was called "Into the Light". I really helped me to feel good about where Tanner was.
W've just lost our second child, and I feel that my faith is really helping me to deal with this nightmare!
I don't have any scriptures for you to read, but if you need someone to talk with, I'm here.
fivegoofs@yahoo.com
Mara, You and your family are in my prayers.I know how you feel I lost my dad last may. Than we found out that my stepdad as cancer.To help me deal with it.I sit all by myself and read my Bible and talk to God.Sorry I don't have the answers to your questions.
Mara, I think that PamT is right. I believe that God gives us hurdles in life to "test" our faith in Him. It is my own personal belief that overcoming tough situations in life, yet still remaining faithful to God (even if we do question Him), is one of the best ways to strengthen our relationship with Him. Faith is believing, trusing in, and obeying God even when we sometimes have no idea why God is allowing certain things to happen to us or others.
It is definitely okay to question your faith. In fact, I think it is healthy. If you are having trouble understanding God's intentions, ask Him for the Wisdom and Understanding to step back and see the situation from a different light. It may be that He is preparing you for something bigger, or preparing you to better handle other situations that may arise later in your life. I firmly believe that we can learn and grow from everything that happens to us, good or bad. Try and find a way to grow from your suffering. Think about your father's death from many different angles. I truly hope that you can find some comfort soon.
Pam, I wanted to thank you for the excerpt you cited. It was really touching, put things in a different perspective for me.
Dear Joan: I have been thinking about your post since I first saw it, and want to respond to you. First, I believe your father is with God, if that is what you mean by heaven. A man who raised a daughter who cares about her faith to the point of being distressed by what she perceives as a dwindling of faith was a man of faith and belief, and that is all that is required of us from my reading of scripture.
We probably come from very different places in the “religion” spectrum, me being a very left-wing liberal in religion as well as politics. I believe, despite or perhaps because of my liberal leanings, that faith is very important. I was raised a Missouri Synod Lutheran, turned away from that to, for quite a long time, Unitarian-Universalism, and eventually decided I need to be part of a “God oriented” faith community, and found my way to the lefty-liberal United Methodist Church I now attend. I believe very strongly that I need to have faith in God, and that that faith is what gives me the strength I need to do the things I need to do in my life. I often question just what it is I believe, but bottom line is - I believe. And, you believe, or you would not be worried about your faith dwindling.
I don’t know what to suggest about your feeling that your faith is dwindling, other than to suggest that this is at least in part coming from your terrible feelings of loss because of the death of your father. I think what you are feeling is not that your faith is dwindlling but that, for the present, you are not finding the comfort you are accustomed to and expect from your faith. And, because you have suffered such an important loss, that is understandable. I wonder if part of what you are feeling is feeling angry with God because your father died and is now “lost” to you. (And, there is strong precedent for being angry with God and even arguing with God - Moses and Jonah are two who come to mind.)
I personally do not - cannot - believe in a God who “does” these things. I don’t believe that God caused your father to die, allows a baby to be murdered, allows (as a God-conscious choice) bad things to happen, or even allows those who call themselves believers to kill others in the name of that belief. This is not the God I believe in. The God I believe in loves us all, out of this love gave and gives us guidelines to how we should try to live our lives, and gave and gives us, individually and collectively, the free will to choose how we will live and how we will believe. To me, this free will is a very important part of faith. If we don’t chose out of our own free will, how valid or important can belief or choosing how one lives one’s life be? If everything that happens is specifically, step-by-step directed by God, then there is no free will and we have no choices, and whether or not we have faith has no meaning.
I don’t believe in a God who “does” things - not specific things to specific individuals. The God I believe in wants us to choose, gives us the opportunity to choose, makes it possible for us to choose, and, out of love, allows us to choose - having, out of love, given us the guidelines by which we can choose.
I do believe in a God who loves us all, individually and collectively, and who makes it very possible for each of us to chose. And I believe that your father chose to believe, chose to raise his daughter to believe, and that this is all that is required. The only specific scripture that comes to mind is “he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved” - note that belief comes first, baptism is in second place.
Finally, I think everyone who actually “thinks” about what they believe, instead of believing without thought because “that’s what everyone does” or because that was the way they were raised, goes through crises of faith at various times, as others suggest above - usually because of some traumatic event. Some people compare this to being lost in a desert, a dry and emotionally/spiritually arid experience. Some of the world’s greatest saints and religious thinkers and writers have gone through such periods and have written about them most eloquently, as in Pam’s quotes from C. S. Lewis.
What I think is important for you to think about is some dialogue I saw in the series “Touched by an Angel” that really struck me. One of the characters was lamenting that he had lost his faith, didn’t know if he could believe in God because of some terrible thing that had happened. The character in Touched by an Angel responded - but, God believes in you.
So I offer you that - whether you believe in God or not right now, God believes in you.
Mara, how are you feeling this weekend?
Just thinking about you. 
Hi, Mara. I, too, was wondering how you're doing. I became a Christian three years ago and had all those same questions (and no, I don't have all the answers to them) and if you'd like to email me, please feel free and we can discuss anything you like. I'm going to write out my email kinda funny so a sweeping search thingy can't snag it.
It's hotmail.com and the first part is kate_kg
Ginny, first and foremost I want to say that the first paragraph in your post made me cry. It made me cry in a good way. It was a very touching thing to me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Today is the 1 month anniversary of my dads passing. I've been doing a lot of praying and soul searching in the last couple days.
Thank you to each and everyone, I took something from every post.
I will post again later.
Mara
Thanks for telling me, Joan. You made my day.
Romans 8:38
For I am persuaded that neiher death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creater, shall beable to separate us fromthe love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I also suggest these hymns: Love divine, all love excelling" and "There is a balm in Gilead".
I got it i The Bible says to have an answer for why you believe to those who ask
you. This is a good example of an answer to one of the most common
reasons people give for ignoring God and His goodness.
A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as
always.
He began to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him.
They talked about so many things and various subjects. Suddenly, they
touched on the subject of God.
The barber said:
"Look man, I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
"Well, it's so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize
that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God exists, would there be so
many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God exists,
there would be no suffering nor pain. I can't think of loving a God who
permits all of these things."
The customer thought for a moment, but he didn't respond because he
did not want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the
customer left the shop. Just after he left the barber shop, he saw
a man in the street with long hair and a beard. It was very
long, and a long time since he had his hair cut and he looked dirty
and unkempt.
The customer entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say they don't exist?" asked the surprised barber. " I
am here and I am a barber. Why I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they
did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man
who is outside."
"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to
me."
"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God does exist.
What happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world
Great Brandy!!!
I love it!
Mara, are you doing any better? I have had yo on my mind.
Yes, I've been wondering the same thing. How are you, Mara?
Dear Mara,
On May 17, 1995, my beloved husband, my best friend and Love of my Life, dropped dead of a heart attack. At that moment, our daughter was 8 years old, sleeping in her bed, and our son was two months away from his birth.
I was raised as a Lutheran, but have always been a spiritual seeker and have always allowed an open mind and heart for God. My experience was that that my perception of God did not always match some of the religious dogma of established religions. Especially those that taught God was so jealous and full of vengence that if people didn't all believe in the same dogma they would go to "hell". That was a biggee--could never believe God was like that! That is what really led me on my spiritual journey.
When by beautiful husband died suddenly, I had to "start over" in every dimension and level of my life. My spirituality was on the line. My survival was on the line. The welfare and well-being of my daughter who absolutly adored her Daddy, and the life and well-being of my unborn child, was at stake.
The only things that got me through the time between my husband's death and my son's birth was my daugher, and my quest for answers. Where was he? How could this happen? Why did he have to go? How would he be able to stand the pain of separting from us? How could we go on without him? How could God allow this? How could I survive this extreme pain? How will my dauther change? How can I raise a son by myself? When will I see him again? How will I see him again? The list goes on and on....
I had many experiences of my husband in dreams during that period of time. To this day, I know they were real visits from him, and no one can ever tell me otherwise.
As a beginning to finding some answers, I would suggest a couple of books which are among the best I've ever come accross (and I have read mountains of them!). They are simple, yet filled with Love, the kind of Love I can attribute to a God who is above human pettiness.
They open to door to an understanding which may be of assistance for you.
The books are: Emmanuel's Book I and Emanuel's Book II by Judith Stanton. You can buy these books used at Amazon.com for only a dollor or two. Whether they are for you or not is something only you can decide--trust your own heart.
Answers are out there, even moreso, they are within. If you ever want to talk to me on any of these matters, just let me know.
Peace,
Patti
It's me again.
It's been almost 3 and half months since dads passing. Things are still hard. I still think of him constantly and cry often. It feels like he has been gone forever...it's hard to beleive that it's only been 3 months. I'm only 31 and it hurts me to think that I'm going to live another 31 years or more without his guidence. To live another lifetime or more without him is a painfull thought. When I laugh or have fun I feel guilty because he is'nt here doing that with me. When I eat foods that I know he would enjoy I feel quilty because he is'nt eating it. Isn't that just silly?
My mom is having a hard time. Her mother is dying. She is in a nursing home and we have been told that it will be anytime now. I've been there everyday and just to sit there and watch another loved one die is tearing me apart. Mom does'nt visit grandma as often becuase she says that she looks at her and sees dad.
I gotta go mom just came over.....
Sorry about that, I did'nt want mom to see me typing about it.
Thanks for the kind words, and I'm sorry that I've taken so long to get back with you all.
I know things will get better. Our lives are just so different now. It will take a long time for things to feel normal again.
This is a great website that may help to explain to you what and why you're feeling so depressed. Understanding the cause is the first step to healing
http://www.cancersurvivors.org/Coping/end%20term/stages.htm
Be kind to yourself. Don't put any pressure on yourself to "get better" in a certain amount of time. You will deal with your loss in your own time and in your own way. You are still dealing with all the "firsts", and each one brings the loss up to the forefront again. My mom has been gone 16 months. Some days it's still unbelievably unbearable, others not so bad. A friend told me, "you will never get over the loss, but you will survive it." I am finding that true.
Hi.
I lost lots of family members three years ago.
My Uncle (who was like a father to me) was diagnosed with lymphoma (cancer in lymph glands) in December and died the following June. My Mother-in-law (who I adored) was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died the following July. Then my biological father's (hard relationship) girlfriend died of lung cancer in August and left her estate to my father, who died the next January of a heart attack with no will. So--we lost my Uncle in June, my Mother-in-law in July, my Father's girlfriend in August, 9/11 happened, the entire country was mourning, we got through the "holiday season" and then my father died in January.
I had a lot of the same questions you have. It seemed that no only was our family grieving but since this happened the same year as 9/11 it seemed the whole country was depressed and grieving with us.
It was a very difficult time.
And then I thought about my own children....
When I was pregnant didn't I know that one day my beautiful, adorable baby would rebel against me (probably around 2) when a defiant frown and a "newly learned word", "NO!"
Of course, I did. I even smiled about it a little bit as we all do when we think of our children going through that cute but "terrible" two stage.
And do I love my child any less?
Of course not. I would worry more if she DIDN'T go through the normal "terrible twos" who has ever seen a perfect toddler?
So, when I go through my "questioning and tantrums" as God's child, does He love me any less?
Of course not! He knows that his spiritual daughter will cry, and grieve and question....
Just like I know my mortal children will cry, and grieve and question....
Did I know when I was pregnant that my daughters would have happy, joyous wonderful days as well as difficult, trying, terrible days?
Yes, and once my daughters were born I have loved and adored them and I rejoice with them and I cry with them.
And I love my daughters just as much on their "good days" as I do on their "tough days".
Just like our Heavenly Father knows we will have our "good days" and "tough days" and he loves us just as much on our "good days" as on our "tough days."
Somehow, loving my daughters, seeing their good and their bad, rejoicing in their good, helping and disciplining their bad--helped me to understand during a very dark time in my own life
that our Heavenly Father does the same for us as His daughters. And as much as I love my daughters, God loves me and them even more!
And God knows I will have hard times, just like I know my children will have hard times, and just like I still love my children when they are sad, happy, lost, successful or weary. God loves me just as much when I am sad, happy, lost, successful or weary. And my "good feelings" don't make me any worse or any less lovable than my "bad feelings" and I don't have to feel guilty or condemned for questioning or doubting.
If one of my little girls came to me crying and said, "Mommy, I am not sure if it is okay to feel(angry, sad, doubtful)about things and I feel guilty. Is it okay for me to be (mad, angry, sad)?" I would scoop my precious little girl up, kiss her little face and say, "Of course it is okay to feel those things, and Mommy feels them sometimes too. Come sit with me and tell me all about it...." And I believe that is what our Heavenly Father does for us.
Hope I helped. I know what it's like.....
I, too, hope I haven't broken any rules, but having come from that very dark place, I just had to respond.
Also, we have recently moved and my dearly departed loved ones left me furniture, quilts, sheets, pillowcases,silver, china sets, dolls they made and I had put them in all these boxes back 3 years ago when it was all happening and I never thought I would be able to open those boxes. But I did, and it doesn't hurt as much and some of the things that belonged to my adored Uncle and my precious Mother-in-law that were left to me actually make me smile now. It felt funny to see my Mother-in-law's glasses and not cry or my Uncle's tie clip from 30 years on the job and not feel depressed, but joyous and inspired by his dedication to his profession. Since they were packed up in a box, the belongings actually have the "smell" of my Mother-in-law's perfume and there are some photographs of my Uncle that I had forgotton I had.....anyway, it doesn't hurt so much to remember and the memories are good ones and when my little daughter who can't remember her Grandmother said, "Who is that pretty lady with white curly hair in that picture?" I can say, "That is your Grandmother and she lives in Heaven now, but she loves you very much and I can tell you all about her...." and I am still sad, but I rejoice that these folks will live on and my children will have the quilts they made and will see the photographs they were in and my loved ones will live on in the stories my children hear.....and perhaps my children will even be inspired by their Grandmother's choices or their Uncle's work ethic....
Ah well, I have "rambled on" enough, sorry for the long email, you really touched my heart, I have been there and it will get better. It has been three years for me and I am just getting to where I can talk about it without crying but I can tell you God has loved me through every healing moment of it. Give yourself the gift of time.
Well, more sad news in my family. My grandma died yesterday. My mother has now lost her husband and mother in the last 3 months. I am still trying to figure out why this has to happen now. We are still trying to grieve for my dad, now this.
I will try to post more again soon.
I'm not in the best of spirits right now and I'm really at a lose for words.
MY DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY, DEAR, ESPECIALLY YOU MOM.
Mara, I am sorry.
Dmom, what a beautiful way to look at a relationship with God. Thank you for that post.
Ame
You and your family will be in my prayers.
Mara, you and your family are in my thoughts. Big hugs hun... Take care of yourself.
I am so, so sorry for your loss!!
I know you are struggling and hurting and believe me, I have been plenty pissed at God since my mom died so I know where you are coming from. But, please know that God wasn't sitting up in heaven saying "aha..what else can I do to hurt Mara!"
Mara,You and your family will be in prayers.I know how you feel.My dad as been gone a year.My dh grandmother past away on may14th the same day my dad past away last year.She was like a grandma to me. It is hard but it gets easyer.I still thank about my dad everyday.I think about him not seeing my kids grow up 6 days after my dad died i found out that i was pregent with my 3rd baby. That was hard for me and a happy time.
Hi.
A very kind lady just informed me that posting in all caps means yellng and is bad manners. Sorry about that. I did not mean to yell at anyone. thanks for putting up with "the new girl" finding her way!
I personally don't think all caps means yelling and is bad manners. I sometimes use all caps for a word only to emphasize (sp) that word.
Lynn, It is considered bad netiquette to use all caps for your entire post. It is fine to use all caps to emphasize a word or phrase - many of us do it frequently.
Lynn, this original post is from May. So I doubt anyone else will read it. But Amy is correct. It is one thing to type in caps. it just depends on the typing around it... If you start out with small caps and say something like. The tree was so HUGE it towered over the WHOLE house. You are emphasizing the words. Or if you say, I AM SO EXCITED!!! You are expressing you excitement. But to type a whole post in caps is considered screaming.
Your right. I didn't read the post clearly. "All caps".
LOL Bobbie, I also didn't realize the post was from May!
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