Does Divorce Have Negative Effects on Children?

In my personal opinion I would definitely say YES. However, before i begin my argument i would like to address why there is an argument at all. There are those who say divorce has a positive impact on children because, yes, it is better for a child to be in a loving, nonconflictual one parent home, rather than in a house with irrational adults vehemently fighting/abusing/or even the opposite- avoiding each other at all cost...
The long term negative effects on children are exhaustive: lower academic achievement, larger percentage of drug and alcohol abuse, behavioral problems, more mental health problems in adulthood, higher likelihood of depression..etc. Do children of intact homes experience these difficulties? Well, yes but to a lesser extent. So what... along with the divorce, separation is the problem.
Is there a common denominator among children who exhibit behavioral problems and other issues? ....bad parenting, simply emotionally unstable adults and a lack of a support system.

http://www.flc.org/hfl/marriage/mar-flf03.htm

HOLY MAGNITUde! Earthquakes out the wazoo. One in China, another in Iran. My heart goes out to these nations who must now rebuild the pieces of natural disaster. May the people bind themselves together to work towards restoration.

Apparently you can't quit college after you have completed 7 semesters....who woulda thunk. Lord help me make it through life. And to whom it may concern, which is no one because i am the only who reads this web page, ha ha ha (scarey? yes, it was suppose to be.), -its a good release, oh yes, the point, -it's Candi with an I, not to be confused with the sweet sugary stuff you find eroding away at your intestines and blood vessels. Just me, a kind- hearted soul with some depressive tendencies. Watch out ya'll, trust in the Lord. You know when you're up, the opposing forces find it imperative to bring ya down at an ineffective level. Press onward my friends.

PROVISION
Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. I tutor an Egyptian family in English, the sweetest people on earth and ever in the history of Harrisburg. The Mr. and Mrs. decided to move here about 2 years ago to give their children a better life. In Egypt the treatment of Christians tends to be less than desirable so...why not move to States known so well for freedom. Little did they know, prejudice and poverty would surround them in a land so foreign and unknown. At least, this is the situation from my perspective. I asked Nasser, "Sir, were you not scared at the thought of coming to an unknown land and where your family can not speak the language?" Nasser replied as if fear were an incomprehesible response, "Scared? Of course not, God is good," he said, "he will provide all our needs." Of course i believe that God provides for those who seek his will, BUT WOW! The insurmountable faith and certainty blows my mustard seed away! Praise God that he reminds us how GREAT and MAJESTIC he is when we are caught up in our daily cares of who might be mad at us, when that paper was due or what to wear, or even those life transforming predictions of which career, who to date/marry, where to live...At the end of our decision making day, the fact is, we need not fear, but rather, fear ought be an incomprensible concept in our lives. For God will provide all our needs according to his glorious riches. Philippians 4:19

Brian is a Captain! Congrats big bro!

Running Reflections

SELF EMBODIMENT
My understanding of my self embodiment, a combination of body and self, has made its way through a long journey. Through forks in the road and fears on insidious critters rustling in the brush, my navigating skills on this journey repeatedly prove to be unreliable. Thank the Lord He is wise and has faithfully paved much of the trail for me to follow or from which to possibly stray. And so an expedition of learning unfolds, occasionally the organized approach with a compass in hand, and often the not-so-stress-less method of disoriented madness.

Running Reflections

Hey guys, so i don't really tell amazing stories but i do have a pretty good one. My birthday was on Weds 13 of April. Big 21 baby!

The morning of my 21st birthday I woke up sober, which is not a common occurrence for most 21 year olds…so I decided to get some fresh air and go for a run on the outdoor track. Hmmm…I would definitely need my purse: with the components of my cell phone for my birthday calls, my state id with which I can in fact now buy alcohol if need be, my keys to my car/apartment room, and my sunscreen for the scorcher of a day it was.
...the problem was, where was I going to put this purse when I was at the track?
Oh dear, well, if I set it in the field, it is a brown color so no one should see it and i can keep an eye on it, right? Sure thing. WELL, on about the 7th lap around i lost track of my thoughts and floated into runner's “never never” land.
LAP NUMBER 8 – purse- GONE.
OH NO! This cannot be! Surely, I am mistaken. My Purse was NO where in sight! My birthday Calls, My id! EVErything, my life! RUINed.

Now this just sucked, I toppled onto to field in despair.
What to do, what to do.
Did you ever lose something or have it something stolen from you?
Awe man, the feeling is wretched. I began pacing, people staring, the hyperventilation...

As I sat down on the nearby bench, I tried to formulate a plan, as I also stared down every person who walked by. Would someone please just give me my purse back!
The tears started rolling, Damn it! Every expletive known to man flew through my mind. (And later i repented as my mother advised me.) What kind of bastard would do such a thing, yes this is PHilly but REgardless!
So i decided to take action, crying would get me no where. I was going to chase the hoodlem down, tackle him/her whomever it may be, and beat’em relentlessly.
Tackle'em? what was i thinking?
How would i find this culprit? GOD ONLY KNOWS.
So I set out on the streets of Philadelphia, pissed off.
Dear Lord, i just need closure, at least. But Lord, lead me to my purse.
I know it may sound silly, BUT I PRAYED FOR GOD'S MERCY THAT DAY- I got to have the faith the faith the faith.

I traveled about 5 blocks south...on a mission, crossed the street where traffic was jammed up and decided to head into center campus.
Just then, my eyes locked with a short Asian man.
We exchanged nods and I picked up the pace.
Just then he said, “excuse me miss! Were you not at the track earlier?”
WHY YES!
“Are you missing a purse?”
WHat? no you dont! YES! YES! yes! yes!
I said I was about to chase down a hoodlem!
He said “well praise God- there you go.”

We spoke a few words and i expressed my appreciation. Boy was i grateful, I can't even imagine the trecherous hassle that could have turned out to be. So Freddie was my Jesus in the form of an Asian trash collector. Who knows why he actually picked up my purse, but praise God my 21st wasn't a BUST!

i get to say whatever i want because i have candis username and password and she cant get in it...hahaha...i have the power!!!!...shes a corcodile who takes my eyeballs