Belinda's brain

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Posted by belinda at 11:55 AM

2 comments:

ignorant redneck said...: Wow--This is profound! ;-); February 20, 2011 at 3:13 PM
belinda said...: Hi Red, I like the song and the video too but please don't sing these songs at my CATHOLIC mass. :); February 20, 2011 at 9:42 PM

There's only one way to God and it's through Jesus his only son.

Mother Cabrini

We must pray without tiring, for the salvation of mankind does not depend on material success; nor on sciences that cloud the intellect. Neither does it depend on arms and human industries, but on Jesus alone. - Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini

No servant is greater than his master - Jesus gets the limo, you get to walk.

God know's everything we "google" and he reads everything we write.

Listen up pornmeisters!

(Click on the photo)

Everytime you make a priest laugh an angel gets it's wings.

I think I read that in the bible somewhere...maybe.

This doesn't have to happen.

If it ever comes down to this we wont be able to help you anymore. It will be too late and no matter how hard we pray for your soul God will not listen to us.

Honey, I have a new apple computer for you and it comes in a shiny, red delicious.

"Detach from material goods and prepare interiorly for Christ's return" - Pope Benedict XVI

Catholic Physicians will have to give an accounting for every birth control pill they've prescribed

and the depth of their character will be considered - from a God who does details.

Saint Thomas Aquinas

“It is requisite for the relaxation of the mind that we make use, from time to time, of playful deeds and jokes”

Most Sacred Heart Of Jesus.

I'm no longer watching for your return, instead I am listening for your heart beat amongst the shouts of glory. -Belinda

I am the Lord's foot fungus. I'm clingy, painful, irritating, thoroughly cracked and I'm hard to get rid of, yet I'm always on his mind. Lord, I wasn't worth the high price you paid for me. Belinda

Blessed Mother

Padre Pio

“The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain.”

Saint Anthony

Sometimes I think, "Darn, I'm cousin Eddie but I'm the only one who doesn't know it!"

If I ever find myself stirring our children's cocktails with my tall finger, I will know it's time for me to get outta the trailer or at the very least re-locate to a different park.