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I can't tell you how much I love youtube. It always has exactly what I need, and tonight I wanted something to do with an old farmer in a church, to go along with a vision I had in '05, and lo and behold, the most perfect video! Made me tear up a little. I've been doing that a whole lot lately. But about the vision~

I saw a small country church, then the inside, a small congregation, the pastor was preaching, and every time he mentioned God, or said "the Lord", or said "Jesus", this old man who was in the congregation would immediately rise to his feet! Just out of the blue! He was old and had overalls on, like an old farmer or something, just humble and pure, and just at the mention of the Lord, he sprung up and lifted his hands in the air and praised Him! Then he sat back down again. It was a happy thing to see. When I prayed about it, God said, "STAND UP FOR YOUR RESURRECTION!"

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Of course I was initially baffled by this. Well to be honest I still am.

But about the old farmer who couldn't contain himself! How awesome is that! To have such enthusiasm at the mere mention of His Name that you can't contain yourself, you just have to stand up! Maybe God's saying that's how our hearts should be?

Here's the video I found that seems to fit with this...



When I first posted this vision on a blog last year, some guy commented on it and said, "Aw God bless that poor old man! Bless his heart!" And I was like, no, he's not real! It was a vision! See this is why I like the whole blogging outlet for all this stuff, it lets me lay low and I don't have to go around explaining myself to people unless I just want to. I just don't see how this would fly in real time. Like, in person. Talking to people. It would never work. For one thing my sweating problem would kick in and then my blood sugar would drop, and nobody would have any protein and I'd crash and cry and I'd forget what I was saying. I AM SO GLAD I GET TO BLOG!!!! ..and I don't have to talk to ANYBODY unless I want to!

Did you know, I stole my name? Ripsaw. I stole it from my Other. I don't like the term "significant other" because that makes it sound like it's a person you just think of sometimes. That's not the case here. I won't say what percentage of the time I think of this person, but it's more than "significantly." So I'll just say, he's my Other. From here on out. I'll never tell you his name or who he is, but I will tell you this: his name USED to be Ripsaw, that is, until he abandoned it, like a used tire thrown to the side of the road and deliberately rolled behind the treeline even though it's illegal.

So I got it. It's mine now. I like the sound of it. I'm using it seeing as how it wouldn't be right to use my real last name. Well that's not mine either, it's my ex-husbands, I'm still stuck with it. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO. Why are names so complicated? Why do they change? Why do we women have to keep getting new ones?

So I figured I need a name that will never change, on account of the fact that I'm not going to shut up until I die. So Ripsaw it is. And like I said in another blog, it's waspir backwards, and if you google waspir you'll see that it stands for warrior spirit. So when I discovered that it made me happy as a clam. Snug as a bug in a rug. I was like, Eureka! Ahoy! That's it!

Well it's 5:10 and I'm listening to the same familiar sounds in the kitchen that I hear every day at this time: my mother, making oatmeal. It's the weirdest thing. Right around this time, I hear her plodding into the kitchen, scuff scuff scuffing along in her slippers, then she makes a bowl of oatmeal, then scuff scuff scuff into the living room to eat it, she cuddles up with it on the couch with her legs all curled up, in her pink robe, just nibbling away at it. And from that point on she's a new woman and nothing can stop her, even though she's in her mid-60's. And I'm thinking, how can oatmeal have that effect on you?

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I'm happy, yet confused. Happy that I finally figured out how to post videos on here, confused because my original intentions for this post have gone from Jesus to the Backstreet Boys to this awesome guitarist (see video).

I wanted to tell you about a vision I had about a year ago, I was still pretty messed up from my brain blowout, I was laying on the couch one day praying, and I saw Jesus in a beautiful vision, He was laughing! With me! Not at me.

And it was so hillarious that I started laughing too. You could see the joy in His eyes, and He was laughing as in, trying to keep it all in, it wasn't some nerdy wholesome laugh, no, it was more like when you're laughing in school or church or even a funeral. The kind that you can't stop. And I felt His joy and peace, and He comforted me, and I heard in my spirit that it doesn't matter who we are, or what we've done...... as long as we love Him! And that's what was so funny I think! It was the lyrics to that Backstreet Boys song, and I think He knew I would think that was funny, which I did. But the refrain of that song is exactly what He said!

"I don't care who you are
Or where you're from
What you did
As long as you love Me"

So I was looking just now for that video, but found instead a bunch of funny spoofs on it, I've been sitting here with some tea cracking up at these guys imitating the poor Backstreet Boys, who I do like, and not only them but NSync. I can't help it. Even though it goes against everything I stand for. Which is basically liking anything popular. That's one reason why I avoid the radio, at least current stuff, and lay low and slink around the low channels such as 92.5 and also that newish one called The Range. Stuff like that. Then, about a decade later, the current stuff becomes classic rock, and that's when I'll get into it. Staying about a decade behind keeps me in check with my whole stance on being anti-everything. Wait.. what was I saying?

Oh! When looking through the Backstreet Boys videos I found THIS GUY!!!!! And he is really something! Never mind the fact that the end of his guitar looks like one of those caveman weapons! (The club with the spikes.)