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The Grass Was Dead on the Other Side WARNING: Do NOT read this post if you plan on being proud and rejecting what you read! Hell will be hotter for you. DO CONTINUE to read if you have a soft and humble heart. This post contains a VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE.  Amen.  Isaiah 40:6-8, " The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever." I always wanted to be a princess. All of my young girl dreams were filled with royal princes, fighting knights, dancing ballerinas, handsome kings, and beautiful queens. A dreamer by nature, with a wild imagination (runs in the family), I spent my youth dressing up, dancing, and playing “princess” games with my sisters. Castles were incredible to me

My Dad’s Love Story! ❤️❤️❤️

 This is a gorgeous poetic piece of amazing love and beautiful words from my Father! ❤️❤️❤️

The level of charity and affection that I see between my father and dearest Mother is tremendous. This is one reason (among MANY) why I want to marry a guy that’s just like my Fad!!! May Jesus bless my Father and his holy marriage. 

Much charity ablaze!!! ❤️❤️❤️ His Daughter, Hope Jerusalem Eve Hartinger 

“Lo, this day doth mark the thirtieth year of our union. As our Lord Jesus, the God of Numbers, Who hath aligned our numbers omnipotently, at the age of thirty, was baptized with the Holy Ghost and officially began His mighty ministry, so do we seek His divine anointing at our thirtieth. In like fashion, may this be but a beginning and may the Lord kindle our matrimonial bond and joint ministry with the fervent fire of the Holy Ghost from the heavens above, thou Missing Rib. 


Verily, it is written “Giving honour unto the wife...” (1 Peter 3:7). On this day dedicated to our matrimony, might it be fitting to bestow honour upon my beloved wife. Verily, the Lord, in His infinite wisdom, crafted but one such maiden as her, and thereafter ceased such artistry.


How may I recount the tale of our first meeting? Yea, in the year of our Lord, 1987, upon exiting the Library within the House of Learning named Salem High, mine eyes didst behold a Georgian Specimen of Gorgeousness. As the Lord did direct the steps of one proclaiming disbelief in Him, I retroactively discern His Divine Plan. From afar, a maiden’s voice did cry out, drawing mine attention to Heather, and her friend did declare Heather’s admiration for me. Beholding this fair-haired damsel, whose hair was likened in my mind unto a skateboard ramp, and in the vernacular of the 80’s, this maid was “smokin’ hot” like unto my skate chariot wheels, and mine heart was moved. I did declare her beauty aloud. Alas, such a dame would grace her gaze upon my countenance?! I cannot contain. 


In our youthful endeavor of courtship, yea, first date, I did seek to seal our affection with a gentle kiss, but she turned away. That night, my heart was heavy with sorrow. It dawned on me that I was seeking the affections of a maiden, rare and precious, more valuable than rubies. Time didst reveal her purity and virtue, for until this day in 2023, no other man hath shared her embrace, yea, she hath not kissed another man.


In the season of 1989, Heather did become a vessel of the Lord's wisdom. After resisting the pull of the Almighty, it was she who God used to show me the light of the Lord. When I did resist her counsel, the Lord intervened, halting our journey with a blow to our carriage, oft called a “blowout” in the common tongue of modernity. I reasoned as a fool: There existed matters of which I refused to repent. Heather, in Southern Bell sweet-framed fashion, enquired, “Are they worth burning in eternal hell over?” In that moment, her words pierced my soul, leading me to seek salvation later at my abode and embrace the redeeming Gospel and love of my Creator, the Lord Jesus Christ.


After four years, our souls were bound in holy matrimony, and soon thereafter, the Lord did bless us with conception, yea, abundant fruitfulness. As it hath been said, "Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table." Psalm 128:3.


Heather hath remained steadfast in her love and loyalty. Her heart, full of compassion and fervor, stands as a testament to true femininity. Blessed with wisdom in “help meet” provision, surnamed “Coupon Queen,” she did excel in her stewardship. My heart is ever trusting in her, for she is the virtuous woman spoken of in the 31st of Proverbs. This prudent wife, my gift from the Lord, is also oft surnamed “Pertiness Incarnate” by her Doting Dear “Hubby” as Mountain Local tongues are prone to utter. “


On this day, I adore thee, Heather, mine beloved, with hazel eyes that burn with the Holy Ghost fire. Our love is a force that cannot be quenched. Let us continue our journey, hand in hand, always under the protective hand of the Almighty. O fair maiden, chosen by the Divine, my heart overfloweth with love and gratitude. Happy Thirtieth Anniversary, My Most Cherished Love under only God Himself. At thy service, Randall, aka Randy.




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