Sentences with phrase «sometimes bring upon»

Pure baby cornstarch powder usually does the trick, as long as it's free of talc, which can sometimes bring upon breathing issues in rabbits.

Not exact matches

Sometimes a girl didn't do anything to bring harm, disease, or tragedy upon herself.

The Lord revealed that the problem was with my heart it is so wicked and deceptive i still believed that i was a good person i did nt drink or take drugs smoke or swear i wasnt violent i had some hangups but kept them to myself but this wicked thought was the reason why i couldnt get free.That was enough for the enemy to bring guilt and condemnation upon me.So when i confessed that my heart was indeed wicked and that i needed a new heart.I was instantly delivered and set free from the past and have not looked back though i am sometimes reminded by others for what i did wrong.It no longer has power over me.I believe we all struggle with two areas as christians we must confess our sin and we must confess our pride for without him we can do nothing.May the Lord show you what it is that is blocking you from receiving his love and forgiveness the issue will be found in your heart ask the Lord to reveal it for what it is.We do nt like to see the truth its ugly and i am sorry if this offends you it wasnt my intention.May he set you free as he has done for me.regards brentnz

Just because a company spends millions of dollars each year on marketing in an attempt to bring their brand to mind first when stroller buying decisions are thrust upon you doesn't mean that the new loaded (sometimes overloaded) version that they are pushing at the time is the best choice for your family.

Sometimes it just takes one magical mess of a game to bring innovation to a stale genre, laying the groundwork for other developers to build upon.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Sometimes they just include «References are available upon request» phrase at the end of a resume, which doesn't really bring any useful information to an employer.

Because the home buying process is one that most do not engage in often enough over a short time frame, thus allowing for the build up a repertoire of successful learned buying / selling behaviours based upon mistakes made (we learn best from our mistakes), we often fall prey to emotionalism (which scripted selling strategies are geared toward) and all that emotional buying / selling brings with it, both the almost always up front short - term adrenalin highs and the sometimes after - the - fact long - term regrets based upon reality at or post closing.