Candlelight Memoirs True Stories

Ah, the world of hair colors. Do you ever tire of the same old hair? Well, sometimes we all need a change at one time or another. A new haircut is always a nice option but somehow it still may not look right. Perhaps it is the color. I started to color my own hair when I was seventeen. The big thing for me then was being an ultimate light shade of pale blonde . I managed to achieve it but I knew little about proper coloring let alone taking care of chemically altered hair. All I cared about was being the “Blondie” type. I'm naturally a brunette. The process of achieving a pale blonde shade on such dark hair was such an accomplishment for me at the time. Through the years I would jump from color to color depending on my mood at those times. I have been almost every color under the sun. There were many errors along the way that produced undesirable hair colors. That would mean a quick trip to the drug store to quickly fix the mess as soon as possible. Some may ask, “why didn...

Yes, he was given the power and glory of riches and fame. Yes, he was one of the most admired beings on the planet. Yes, he gave the world music. The real man behind the myth was not about peace and love. He was man who chose to abuse the gift God had given him and serve the enemy. Many years have passed and the image of illusion still did not come to light even for me. I myself did not really want to know the truth about this individual. I craved God's gift of discernment to overcome this illusion that I carried with me for many years. I did not want to live the deception any longer. Deep in my spirit, I knew that this person had lived a godless life of adulteries, orgies, drunkenness , drugs and false doctrines. This is everything I stand against. It is also everything Christ stands against. God gave this person many chances in life to repent and use his gifts for the good of mankind. The sad reality the man did nothing for humanity other than babble a few good chosen words of e...

One evening as I stepped out my front door I spotted this lost black wallet that was sitting off to the side of the stairway. MMMMMmmm, I thought, I wonder if there is any money in it. I fetched the wallet quickly and discreetly put it in my vest pocket. My husband and I walked across the street to a secluded area outside of a church. I opened the wallet and lo and behold, there was over three hundred bucks in it. My temptation was rising. I thought at that moment about jumping in my car, keeping the cash and ditching the wallet in a dumpster in some back alley. At the same time a cloud of guilt for even having such thoughts overcame me. It happened that the owner of the wallet was someone who lived in our area. I recognized his mangy homely face on his ID card inside of the wallet. The temptation once again became strong because I did not like this person because he was a low life drunk. I thought about my own situation where me and my husband were short on cash at that time. The extr...