The House is Quiet

Rachel HauckUncategorized 3 Comments

Tony is sleeping. I threw the dogs outside. Am listening to WSIX Big 98 Nashville over the internet.

I’m reading, don’t ask why, Desi Arnaz’s autobiography. The writing is horrible and he was a male slut. Seriously. When he was 15, his father had his uncle take him to a whore house and a spirit of something-evil got a hold of him and he couldn’t stop – even when he was married to Lucille Ball.

Sad. Really very sad. I like biographies, but this one is wearing me down.

Church was good. And I had this amazing dream-experience this morning. Not sure what it all means, but will continue to ask the Lord about it.

Getting ready to work on edits. It’s going along well, but I’ve cut so much I have to make up about 5k words or more. But I’m leaning on the Lord. He will work in me and through me.

Isn’t this a great image of our God? Psalm 36:8-9 (NKJV)
“They are abundantly satisfied with the fullness of Your house, And You give them drink from the river of Your pleasures. For with You is the fountain of life; In Your light we see light.

Peace.

Comments 3

  1. The industry stalks young people; once they get them to take that first bait, it is very difficult for the mind of a young person to overcome the sex addiction they have been sucked into. It is a slimy thread Satan weaves in and out of the lives of our youth. That his autobiography would be poorly written would be, I think, a direct reflection on his perverted and sick life.

    Society has accepted mild forms of pornography – even in movies we seem to accept young boys/men visiting a whore house, looking a magazines, etc. Yet, they are venomous hooks sunk deep into the trenches of their minds and souls.

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