@Mr_Husky1 Praying for complete healing for your precious baby Ellie. Dear God you are our great physician and we claim healing for her and peace and comfort for her parents. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I haven’t totally found the words yet.
Today Ellie girl got admitted to the hospital. Wednesday night she started having weird feeding issues. Taking forever on the bottle, finally led to her not latching, hardly at all. We saw her pediatrician Wednesday, she had already gained weight and looked great. Took her back friday and she lost weight. He had us syringe feed her all weekend (that was helllllll).
We took her back in today, thankfully she didn’t lose any more weight. However they decided to admit us to get her feeds through a nose feeding tube, get labs drawn (all came back normal), see speech and go from there to figure out what made her go from eating great with the bottle to full on refusing.
Our hearts are so heavy. I don’t think i’ve cried so much ever in the last 5 days. I miss my kids, i’m scared for Ellie, all in all this is not how we thought 2026 was going to go.
We’re asking for prayers for our girl. That the doctors here can figure out what’s going on, that we get a solution, that it’s nothing scary or crazy, and that we will be home soon as a family.
I know in my heart Gods got this..
But man right now I am struggling.
By Megan rose brans
Wanted to share a quick update:
After meeting with my care team, I have transitioned to hospice to focus on rest, comfort, and time with my family. I’m at peace, grateful for the incredible life God has given me. Thank you for your love & prayers.
Love always!❤️
#KeepSwinging✌️
Brothers and Sisters in Christ, I humbly ask for your prayers for my mom. Her health has taken a sudden turn, she’s lost short-term memory, had a fall, and is going into the hospital today for further testing. She's possibly had a minor stroke. We’re trusting God completely.
Thank you, and may the Lord bless all who are praying. 🙏🕊️❤️
I'm scared. I may have open heart surgery this week. I'm 47, kids are barely grown and my wife needs me. I didn't live a great life either. I pushed away Jesus a lot and now I'm looking down the barrel. Say a prayer for me please. I truly need them. Thank you.
Please pray for my dad y’all. He fell hard on black ice out back. His upper back is hurting badly and also hit his head, but he says it wasn’t hard. I heard him crying out & groaning loudly from my bedroom. My brother was out there with him too and fell too, he’s okay. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more scared in my life, the way he sounded lying there with the breath knocked out of him.
He’s in a lot of pain and we’d probably already be in the ED if not for the ice, but he wants to try to wait till tomorrow and see. My brother was able to pick him up off the ground and help him walk in very gingerly under his own power, thankfully. Please just pray if you can. 🙏🏼
Aww so adorable
So innocent
Let’s join hands together to pray for healing
God we pray for healing for this precious little one .
We pray for complete healing in Jesus Annan
@AmandaGrace_AOG PTL!!! Thank you Jesus that by your stripes Chris is completely healed in Jesus Mighty Name!!! God is going to show up and show off in that hospital!! Everyone is going to know that The Great Physician is healing Chris from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
@MrPitbull07 PTL!! GOD IS SO GOOD ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD!! So very happy for you and your beautiful family that God gave you that awesome miracle!!
For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.
Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality.
We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear.
His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either:
• Die shortly after birth, or
• Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible.
We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go.
Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart.
Then came July 8th.
Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven.
I don’t have words for that kind of pain.
And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.
A strong, loud, defiant cry.
The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.
He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise?
He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.
The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same:
“Miracle.”
“Divine intervention.”
They said it. Not us.
We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one.
I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.
To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves.
Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles… they still happen.
With a full and grateful heart,
—Nick
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@marc_benton My prayers are with you for God’s strength, peace and comfort. I pray you will feel the Holy Spirits arms around you bringing you the comfort only He can give. 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Today, I lost my best friend and wife, Roxanne Benton . I love her with every ounce of my being and she passed away next to me holding her hand. She passed peacefully and quietly, which is how I knew she would.
She was an incredible mother, wife and friend. She was the most generous, sweet hearted person I know and she made me a better person and husband and I am forever changed by being with her for 17 years.
I haven’t shared much on Twitter/X but Roxy was diagnosed with cancer in 2022, only months after we moved to Reno. I did one Facebook post about it but removed it because she wanted privacy through her battle. That’s who she was, a very private person and didn’t want to burden others with her struggles. So it’s also why I didn’t discuss it on social media.
She fought HARD for 3 years, through many ups and downs that are even hard to explain in one post. She went through hell on earth, to put it bluntly. I was at every doctor appointment, emergency room visit and hospital stay. And I would do it all again to be there for her.
She will be greatly missed but I am grateful to our Lord that she is no longer struggling or in pain. She has been healed… fully.
I love you Roxy and we will see you again… ❤️