No patterns. No life. No ordinary sounds. Just the infuriating ‘beep beep’ of the impersonal machine monitoring my life signs. Shades of Monty Pyt...on and the ‘machine that goes Ping!’. The thought brings a laugh to my throat and finally you notice I am awake. Stupid, flat expression. You’re trying for professional and sympathetic but from this angle you’re more the devil in a white uniform. More white. You are the face to my pain and God is there pain. I try to communicate but I have no voice.. Me: there is no red in her dress, how will it match her dressTo this, the salesman said nothing.When I looked at her, her eyes were down showing as if she had heard nothing.But then I realized, the shade was matching her bra. Finally, she chose that only shade which was really matching her bra strap.Finally, she collected her clothes and we made payment. When we moved out of the shop, I bend to tie the shoe lace and asked her to move ahead as she was moving slowly. When I saw her walking, her. We willall be judged for actions and none of us are perfect in God's eyes. We allneed the love, grace and mercy of Christ. Jesus never said if you are LGBTQyou are not welcomed to His mercy and love. Again, we need to make all feelwelcome in Jesus name and God will do whatever judging that needs to bedone." We also need to remember that we are all made in God's image. The Biblesays all. It doesn't say all are made in God's image except those who areLGBTQ. All are made in His image. When. When Lenore relented and let Dillon whisk her from the house, he'd driven toward NAS Alameda. "This means I've got to go jump out of airplanes with the Army. I leave Wednesday. After the Army teaches me how to fall towards the ground, I'll be in Coronado for a while, and probably unreachable. I should finish about ten days before Christmas, unless something goes wrong." Class date?" Lenore inquired.He looked over at her. "I keep forgetting how new you are to being a sailor. You go to schools to.