in love...?

mmeeooowwww....

distorted-angel

the past few days have been really crazy.i quit my job to give myself a rewarding break,and be able to decide what i really wanna do next with my life...as i look back and try to do the thing that i love the most,when i thought i was helping people with some things,the optimistic nature of my ego died...i am sick of people who'd knock you out with a not so defined theory and crazy opinions widely disseminated with no discernible source to ruin your life.intentional or not.it dsnt matter.i feel so bad right now,not because i am guilty of doing something unethical,illegal or whatever you wanna call it,but it bothers me when the people that i count as friends are being affected...i know,i'm stubborn,laidback and i do need a little push.i really don't like the way things are going right now...well,what else is new...now i see who my real friends are.i was never born to be that strong...well,at some point in my life i thought i was...well,guess what,i wasn't.and right now,i feel like quitting...it's frustrating.i'm sorry...

no woman...no cry...?

author
V. Ford

description
"No Woman No Cry," a deeply personal reminiscence of Bob's impoverished life in Trench Town. The songwriting credit was given to V. Ford, more commonly known among his brethren as Tartar. Had it not been for Tartar's kitchen, Bob would literally have starved on occasion. And there really was a "Georgie" who would keep the fire light as the boys played until the early hours of the morning.
"No Woman No Cry" originally recorded in the studio for the Bob Marley and the Wailers 1974 release, "Natty Dread." The version appearing on Live! was recorded at the Rainbow Theater in London in 1975. The audio clip featured here which appears in the Songs of Freedom box set was recorded at the Roxy in Los Angeles.

song lyrics
No woman, no cry (Repeat 4 times)
'Cause I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had, oh good friends we've lost along the way
In this bright future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Little darlin' don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
Log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone...
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
So, no woman, no cry
No, no woman, no woman, no cry
Oh, little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
No woman, no woman, no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Oh, my little darlin' please don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry, yeah

iS-ThiS-LoVe?!

author
Bob Marley

description
One of the most buoyant and unabashed love songs in the Marley repetoire, its playful pledge of passionate commitment disarming listeners when it appeared on the Kaya album.

song lyrics
I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love
Is this love, is this love that I'm feelin'?
(Repeat)
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now
I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, oh, Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love,
Is this love, is this love that I'm feelin?
(Repeat)
Oh, yes I know, yes I know, yes I know now. (Repeat)
I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right, love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, Jah provide the bread
We'll share the shelter of my single bed.

"THE CRACKED POT"

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work and you don't get full value for your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste.
So as we seek ways to minister together and as God calls you to the tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway.
Go out boldly, knowing that in our weakness we find His strength and that "In Him every one of God's promises is a Yes".