Talk Jesus With Me: Fill & Download for Free

I used to let my dogs sleep in bed with me until my husband said that their fur was too itchy.Then I put their dog beds at the end of my bed on the floor only to find out the reason why I felt like crap most of the time was because I am allergic to my babies.So now they have to sleep in their dog beds in the guest room. 😞. Sometimes I will let them lay with me on the couch, it doesn’t really bother me if I bathe them often. The other night my oldest dog threw up and was feeling sick so I laid with him in the guest bed for a few hours and then came into my room to sleep. He slept on the guest bed all night.They have really nice orthopedic dog mattress beds from Casper so they get good sleep without sleeping on a human bed anyways. But that night I was worried because he’s turning 16 soon and I was scared it was going to be his last night. He fell asleep in my arms and the next morning he was all better!Here’s my baby I am talking about laying on his nice dog bed.He’s really old and has a lot of health problems but he was a really good looking dog when he was younger. I’m so thankful to God that I have been able to spend all these years with him. He’s such a good dog and loves everyone especially kids. He loves to lay on my chest and every now and then I can get him to play with toys like he was young again.Update:Thank you to everyone that gave upvotes. My old timer is still going strong. I decided to post some more recent photos of him. He turns 16 this May if God wills it.Update:07/13/20: He went to be with Jesus Christ today. My heart is broken. Please don’t upvote anymore. It’s too much to see in my notifications and I don’t want to have to delete the post. Thank you for your kindness. I thank God for his mercy in allowing us to have him for 16 years and 2 months. A total blessing of love, companionship and friendship.

No.Yes.No.No, I would not join anything that was predetermined or obviously intended to make a political statement. I do not believe in resisting officers of the law who are merely upholding legitimate laws. I don’t believe in standing and screaming at people.So in that sense, no way.With that said… most people here on Quora would probably consider me to have been involved in countless protests.You see, standing outside and talking to people about Jesus, or having a shirt that says “Jesus Loves You” or “Christ died for all” apparently counts as “protesting” to a lot of people.And I for one have spent a lot of time walking around talking to people about Jesus, with others, wearing a shirt with Scripture on it.Not screaming insults. Not hurling accusations. Speaking the Gospel.But that is not a protest.So again, no.

Spanish this morning was inanely boring. We were re-learning shit from the first unit that everyone knew except a couple of the dingbats didn’t give a fuck about school. Our old teacher, Mr. Castro, who was an amazing person left at the end of the semester. He left Mrs. Rodriguez, who may be the most uninteresting person ever to grace the face of the planet.Eventually, I got up and walked out. It was that mind-numbing. Mrs. Rodriguez didn’t even notice.I walked in the general direction of the water fountains, and saw my friend Quinn and her friends Tasha and Leona doing the exact same thing I was. I walked with them, and we merrily traded comments about how terrible Spanish was.Then we passed Wyatt, another kid from class walking the other way. He smiled at us. He knew exactly what was going on.Around the corner, the two guys who sat next to me, Isaac and Fred, were standing and talking.“Jesus fucking Christ how many people are out of class?” asked Isaac.“At least seven,” Quinn replied, giggling.A door clanked open next to us, and Helen, a quiet girl who sat in the back walked though, looked surprised to see six people, and speed-walked past us in the direction of the classroom.“Now eight,” Quinn whispered.“We should go back,” Fred suggested. She’s going to be pissed at whoever comes back last.”“Yeah,” I agreed.We turned around to see a ninth person from our class roaming the halls, a short girl who I know loosely named Amy.“Sam,” she said, laughing “I just passed Helen. There are so many people getting so bored.”We all walk back to class, with Mrs. Rodriguez, still oblivious to the fact that only two thirds of her students were in the room. Right after we walk in, my buddy Jason who we had not seen in the hall opened the door and slid over to his seat.I looked at Quinn and we silently burst out laughing.“Ten,” she mouthed.The American school system is fucked up because it’s so boring that people would rather wander around blank white hallways doing absolutely nothing than sit in the classroom.