Sentences with phrase «free hugs on»

They talk about the Queen's Christian faith, why evangelists are giving out free hugs on the UK's streets, when God takes over your church meeting, the global phenomenon of Muslims turning to Christ and Christian apologist Larry Taunton's unlikely friendship with atheist Christopher Hitchens.

Not exact matches

Bringing to mind the loving heart of the Mother of God, she successfully frees a possessed man through fervent hugs and ardent prayers, receiving on her person the physical scars of the demon's violent lashing out.

They provide an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, a warm body to hug and a place free from judgment where you can share your concerns with caring medical professionals who have helped thousands get through difficult circumstances.

Joakim Noah was his usual animated self Monday night against the LA Clippers (he trolled Blake Griffin on a free throw and gave Pau Gasol a huge hug after the win).

I nurse my newborn while sitting on the floor and keep one hand free to read a book or hug my toddler.

Feel free to add me on Twitter (@DaisyBuns) ^ u ^ b I love to hug and cuddle people I care for and fantastic at bonding with people super quickly.

You can also post a free profile on both of these site and receive hugs and winks, but you can not communicate with any of those who contact you unless you pay money and join the site.

Lots of laughter, kisses and hugs, watching TV together side - by - side on the sofa, coffee in bed and many other things that come for free with a great relationship.

In a bit of theatrical fun, a fan who called Dan Slott «The best writer ever, no offense to Stan The Man» was invited on stage by Quesada for a free Slott hug.

I'd like you to «nominate me» (it doesn't cost you anything and, if I win, you get a free copy, a walk - on part in the movie, and a huge hug from me)... the nominate me window is open for 23 days so I have to try and get as many as possible in that period — that's one of the selection criteria....

An animal protection activist (L) gives a «free hug» to a passerby at an event to promote animal protection on «Jungbok» day in Seoul July 29, 2010.

Guests are welcome to stay as a personal retreat without booking a workshop — free to wander the property's beautiful 27 acres, book a massage, lounge in the site's cliff - hugging soaking tubs heated by natural hot springs and enjoy meals featuring ingredients from the on - site garden.

On Sunday, 18 January 2015, to my great fear and delight, I was offered the chance to give free hugs to the people frequenting Pimlico (home of Tate Britain) on a chilly winter afternooOn Sunday, 18 January 2015, to my great fear and delight, I was offered the chance to give free hugs to the people frequenting Pimlico (home of Tate Britain) on a chilly winter afternooon a chilly winter afternoon.

Mitch Joel stirred us with Six Pixels of Separation, the title of his upcoming book, but at the end of a stunning visual trip on the web, it all came down to free hugs.

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I was content with a day full of hugs and kisses, however, he planned a special day up on the Blue Ridge Parkway, which was free but rich with beauty.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.