(January 17, 2017 at 10:09 am)Rhondazvous Wrote: I put 4 waffles in my toaster oven this morning. But when I dumped them onto a plate, there were only 3. At first I thought it was just my bad eyesight. But I felt and looked everywhere and that renegade waffle wasn't nowhere. It had grown legs and walked away.
When I was a teen the Sunday school teacher told us when something is missing and we can't find it, it's because demons are hiding it and we need to rebuke the devil in the name of Jesus.
So I rebuke you, Satan. In the name of Jesus you unhand my waffle. You have no right to keep me from finding my waffle. It's mine and I bind your power over it in the name of Jesus.
There now I should be able to find it. It's probably right there on the plate.
Satan's actually more of a crepe kind of guy. He probably didn't take your waffle.
I might have though. I love me some chocolate chip waffles too.... okay time for waffle house
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
