tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post688389267054662406..comments2024-03-28T05:41:54.888-05:00Comments on The Final Chapters: SMOKE AND MIRRORSluluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-20714432012132193982015-05-27T19:55:35.022-05:002015-05-27T19:55:35.022-05:00Amen, Kim! We are all different, so why would we ...Amen, Kim! We are all different, so why would we expect everyone to like us? Getting rid of the masks we wear to impress others though is not an easy chore!<br />Blessings, Friend!Loraluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09428559311387283317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-7285929667255843512015-05-27T14:03:28.197-05:002015-05-27T14:03:28.197-05:00Love the honesty here, Loralu. As I was trying to ...Love the honesty here, Loralu. As I was trying to be diagnosed with my autoimmune illness,it went on for several years. There were so many things hitting me all at once and there were so many times I felt like a freak because of the various ways it manifested. It seemed that God was stripping me down to nothing. I was raw. Add this to moving into a new city and trying to make friends - it was so hard. I wrote about it a bit. No sense hiding who you are. In my humble opinion, people either like you for who you are, or they aren't worth the time to get to know just yet. God's still working on their heart.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095272703996765890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-43023637001416392542015-05-27T12:01:10.325-05:002015-05-27T12:01:10.325-05:00Ah, Victor, have I told you how much I love the tw...Ah, Victor, have I told you how much I love the twisted way you think? Makes me laugh every time!<br />Blessings!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-20543170146258753842015-05-27T12:00:24.560-05:002015-05-27T12:00:24.560-05:00Ah Linda, but you might not like me if you saw the...Ah Linda, but you might not like me if you saw the real me! In truth, I like the real me--God loves the real me--so what else matters!<br />Blessings!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-5714706103401863142015-05-27T11:00:24.398-05:002015-05-27T11:00:24.398-05:00Sorry about the typing errors. My wife can't t...Sorry about the typing errors. My wife can't type !!!Victor S E Moubarakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04280638667651857296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-997084380683083132015-05-27T10:59:26.663-05:002015-05-27T10:59:26.663-05:00Years ago we stayed at an old castle/hotel in the ...Years ago we stayed at an old castle/hotel in the depth of Scotland. It was rimoured that the room we were in and the hearby corridors were haunted by the ghost of a vicious Scottish warrior. We saw nothing that night we were there. No doubt the ghost saw the "war paint" on my wife's face and got scared to death.<br /><br />You're right Lulu. We all hide behind various masks of sorts to conceal our true identity. Except me of course. I am as honest as the next man, or if I happen to be next to a woman, I am as honest as the man standing just by her. Which is me!<br /><br />God bless. Victor S E Moubarakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04280638667651857296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-80984456947822688972015-05-27T07:33:06.239-05:002015-05-27T07:33:06.239-05:00Beautiful. I love this post.
---I do not have fa...Beautiful. I love this post.<br /><br /> ---I do not have family that read my blog, Lulu. After the nonsense on Facebook (my account is permantely shut down, self imposed), they have no idea I have a blog, nor will they. Various reasons....as for "war paint" one does not need to see me without it, scary thought, LOL. I know you were making references and I am being funny.:)<br /><br />"Why, you might ask, do we go to all this trouble when the truth would serve us better? One of the realities I forget so easily is the best received posts are the most truthful posts. When I leave off the make up, put away the smoke and mirrors, and reveal the real me, the readers clap. Most of the time, I get responses of "Someone is like me" or "Someone understands". How easily I forget and fall back into the trap of thinking I am fooling you into believing I am someone I am not. Even when I fail to admit it, you know the truth. My secret life is really no secret--my warts and blemishes are impossible to hide forever."---how very true. Thank you Lulu for your candor.<br />Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16466115918585699329noreply@blogger.com