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@FancyABQ @its_The_Dr Originally built in the 4th century...snark not necessary

@its_The_Dr Catholics seek desperately to find any memorials and then they build a shrine on top of them. It ruins the purity of the spot and 2000 years later may not even be accurate.

This is where Jesus Ascended to Heaven!

@KatTimpf I am so sorry Kat, for your loss. Prayers for your family. 🙏🙏🙏

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

@BuzzPatterson Amen

This is among the scripture I pull on frequently. I started leaning into it in the very tough days of USAF pilot training. And then, again and again, when flying into harm’s way, whether combat or special operations. I encourage you to lean on it when times are challenging: Philippians 4:6 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Amen. And good night! ❤️🙏🇺🇸

@JaniceDean Happy Birthday Janice!

Best sister-in-law ever! 😘

@SecretFire79 🙏

When Michelangelo designed Saint Peter's Basilica he was building over something🇻🇦 He didn't know exactly what. Nobody did. But ancient tradition had always insisted that the great basilica in Rome stood on the site of Peter's martyrdom and burial, that somewhere beneath the marble floors and the papal altars were the bones of the fisherman from Galilee. In the 1940s Pope Pius XII authorised excavations beneath the basilica floor. What archaeologists found 20 feet beneath the altar stopped them in their tracks. A first century necropolis, an ancient Roman cemetery, running directly beneath the length of the basilica. And at the centre of it, beneath the main altar, a monument that ancient sources had described for centuries. Surrounding it were walls covered in ancient graffiti, pilgrims who had come to this spot for centuries scratching prayers and names into the stone. On one of those walls, in a niche, was a box of bones. And scratched into the red wall beside it in Greek… Petros Eni. Peter is here. The bones were examined. A robust male. Aged between 60 and 70. First century. Wrapped in a gold threaded purple cloth consistent with someone of great honour. In 1968 Pope Paul VI made the official announcement, the relics of Saint Peter had been identified beneath the basilica that bears his name. The fisherman who asked to be crucified upside down because he wasn't worthy to die like his Lord, was buried in the dirt beneath what would become the centre of the Christian world. And for 2,000 years pilgrims have been walking over his grave without knowing it. Share this with all the “there’s no evidence Peter was EVER in Rome” crowd and those of goodwill might receive it. "You are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church." — Matthew 16:18🇻🇦

@chiamaka___o Amen 🙏

Who Is Like God — A Prayer of Strength and Protection There is no one like God. No fear, no force, no darkness can stand before Him. What rises against you is not greater than the One who defends you. Lord God, stand between me and every threat—seen and unseen. Strengthen my heart when fear tries to take hold. Silence what rises against my peace, and place Your protection over my life and my family. Let Your truth be louder than every lie, and Your power greater than every obstacle. Who is like You, O God? No one. Through Christ our Lord, Amen.

@Kinza1278 Adorable! Happy Birthday ! What a blessing!🙏

My sextuplets turned 4 today! As a mother, I would be so happy if everyone wished them a happy birthday. 🦋🙏🥺

@SkyVirginSon Amen 🙏

if you have 7 seconds to thank God, put Amen!

@cutiieepie6 You look beautiful!

-I'm 51 years old and I've been wanting a short haircut; today I took the plunge, but the people close to me don't like my new look and are giving me a hard time. Your opinion means a lot to me. Thank you so much ❤😍

@SecretFire79 🙏

One of the most beautiful stories in Catholic tradition tells how the humble carpenter St. Joseph was divinely selected to be the chaste spouse and protector of the Virgin Mary and earthly father to Jesus. 💡 According to ancient Christian tradition (recorded in the Protoevangelium of James, c. 150 AD) and later popularized in The Golden Legend, when Mary reached the age of about 12–14 and could no longer remain in the Temple, the high priest gathered eligible men (widowers or descendants of David) from the tribe of Judah. Each was given a dry rod or staff and instructed to pray that God would reveal His chosen spouse for Mary through a clear sign. 💡 The men placed their rods before the altar. When Joseph, a modest, holy descendant of King David, took his staff last, a miracle occurred: a white dove flew out of his rod and rested upon his head. In many accounts, his staff also blossomed with flowers or a beautiful lily. The priests immediately declared: “Joseph, you have been chosen by lot to take the Virgin of the Lord into your keeping.” 👉 Venerable Mary of Ágreda, in her approved mystical work The Mystical City of God (Book 2, Chapter 22), describes it vividly: While the men prayed, Joseph’s staff blossomed, and “a dove of purest white and resplendent with admirable light” descended and rested on his head. Then God spoke interiorly to Joseph’s heart: “Joseph, my servant, Mary shall be thy Spouse; accept Her with attentive reverence, for She is acceptable in my eyes, just and most pure in soul and body, and thou shalt do all that She shall say to Thee.” 👉 Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich, in her recorded visions, saw the priest hand Joseph a dry branch, which immediately “blossomed into a beautiful lily” as he grasped it, confirming him as God’s choice. ✅ Joseph humbly accepted, though he initially hesitated (feeling unworthy and noting he was older in some traditions). Mary, who had vowed perpetual virginity, revealed her consecration to God. Joseph, who had also vowed chastity from a young age, promised to guard and honor her vow. Their marriage was a true, holy union, virginal and chaste, founded on perfect obedience to God’s will. This divine selection reminds us that God chooses the humble and pure to accomplish His greatest works. St. Joseph became the faithful guardian of the Holy Family, the model of fathers, workers, and spouses. Saint Joseph, Most Chaste Spouse of the Virgin Mary, Pray for us!🇻🇦

@FrUgochukwu Amen 🙏

In this new month of May, may the Lord bless you with endless joy, and may all your days in this month be crowned with lots of success and divine favor🙏🏽

@CraigBrockie Restore

1 in 10 Americans now has an autoimmune disease. Lupus. Crohn's. Hashimoto's. Type 1 diabetes. Multiple sclerosis. Rheumatoid arthritis. Your doctor will tell you it's genetic. Or bad luck. Or that your immune system just "turned on itself." Harvard researchers disagree. A pediatric gastroenterologist at Mass General (Dr. Alessio Fasano) spent 20 years tracking down the missing piece. What he found changed the conversation. Every autoimmune disease he studied shared the same three ingredients: - A specific environmental trigger - Genetic predisposition - A leaky gut Take any one of those away, and the disease doesn't start. The gut isn't just where food gets digested. It's a one-cell-thick wall - The only thing standing between your bloodstream and everything you eat, drink, and swallow. When that wall is tight, your immune system stays calm. When it's leaky, Undigested food particles and bacterial fragments slip through into your blood. Your immune system sees invaders and attacks. But the particles look a lot like your own tissue. Attack the gluten fragments → attack the thyroid (Hashimoto's) Attack the bacterial fragments → attack the joints (rheumatoid arthritis) Attack them over and over → attack the nerves (MS), the gut (Crohn's), the pancreas (Type 1) This is called molecular mimicry. Here's what people report when they heal the gut wall: Skin clearing up Brain fog clearing up Digestion finally working Joint pain fading within weeks Autoimmune flares slowing down Energy returning after years of fatigue The things that punch holes in the gut wall: Gluten (yes, even if you don't have celiac) Glyphosate on conventional crops NSAIDs (ibuprofen, aspirin) Ultra-processed food Chronic stress Antibiotics Poor sleep None of these are rare. Most people have all seven running on autopilot. I've been saying for 30 years: almost every chronic disease traces back to a broken gut. The science keeps catching up. The good news? Unlike your genes, the gut wall is something you can actually rebuild. Comment RESTORE and I'll send you a free guide on how to heal the gut and calm the immune system naturally. P.S. MUST Follow for me to DM you.

@saniyafatma1278 Oh sweet Maggie. 🙏

My dog is gonna go to doggy heaven today! She’s a 15 year old Golden Retriever! We think she had a stroke a couple days ago. Just wanted to let you all know Maggie was the goodest girl that ever was. So gentle, so sweet and affectionate, she loved swimming and treats, she loved the beach and looking at my chickens. She sometimes caught bunny babies and held them in her mouth then let them go unharmed. She was the goodest girl And when I get to heaven I hope she runs to me!

Please pray for me and my family. We could really use help right now. I know that less than ten people view my posts I make on here but even if one of you prays I’m sure it will help. I have complete faith in Jesus Christ.

@GBunchofnumbers I'm so sorry for your loss. I only can imagine the depth of despair. Prayers for your broken heart. May God hold you close and provide you with healing and peace. May your dear son rest with the Lord. 🙏🙏

I can’t stop remembering how loud his cry was when he came into this world and how quiet he was when he left in peace 48 years later. Tomorrow I bury him. My baby, my only surviving child, and 1st born. I don’t know myself anymore. I am nobody’s Mommy & I can’t breathe.

@FrUgochukwu Amen 🙏

Mary, Cause of Our Joy, intercede for us that the joy of Easter may fill our hearts. Remove sadness, heaviness, and discouragement from within us. Help us rejoice not only in blessings, but in the constant presence of the Risen Lord who never abandons us. May our joy become a witness to others. Amen🙏🏽

@Kinza1278 Beautiful!

My daughter, who doesn't speak, made this herself. A kind word from you would mean so much to her. I thought this fickle society would appreciate it!

@UcheMaryOkoli Amen 🙏

Prayer for Cleansing and Protection of the Home In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Heavenly Father, I come before You in the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ, to consecrate my home and all who dwell here to Your divine protection. I take authority, as a baptized child of God, over every evil spirit, presence, and influence that seeks to disturb the peace of this home. By the power of the Precious Blood of Jesus, I command all evil to leave this place immediately and go to the foot of the Cross of Christ, never to return. Lord Jesus Christ, I ask You to send Your holy angels to guard and protect this home, filling it with Your peace and presence. I invoke the intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary, St. Joseph, St. Michael the Archangel, and all the holy angels and saints to defend us against the snares of the devil. Holy Spirit, come and dwell within these walls. Let Your light drive out all darkness, and let Your love reign in every heart. May this home be a place of prayer, faith, joy, and safety. We seal this home, every room, doorway, window, and threshold, with the Precious Blood of Jesus. We renounce and reject all sinful influences, curses, and anything that is not of God. Let every unclean spirit be cast out in the name of Jesus Christ. St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen. We dedicate this home to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary. May it be a dwelling place of grace and divine Amen. -Wendy J. Cukiers

@gracieback2 🙏

🛐Before I formed you in the womb I knew you- Jeremiah 1.5 NKJV 🛐Every life is a masterpiece known by God before it even begins. Let’s stand for the most vulnerable … against abortion and mutilations 🛐 please put a prayer sign if you agree. 🙏🙏🛐

@beingmybest44 🙏

I hate posting this...its very private...but my daughter can use as many prayers as I can get her... she was 3 months pregnant and she lost the baby yesterday....I am not doing this for me...I know the baby is in heaven....I need prayers for her...her sadness and pain...thank you