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Dear God, Thank You for this day and for Your endless love. Guide my steps, calm my heart, and strengthen my faith. Help me to do what is right and to trust in Your plan. Fill my life with peace, hope, and joy. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

@ThrillaRilla369 In a heartbeat

Be honest… would you trade today’s technology for the simple life we had back then? Yes or No

@Mr_Husky1 Get rid of him. NOW

My partner and I were having a conversation, and marriage came up. I have one cat (8 years old) and one dog, a Morkie (2 years old). Basically, he said he won't marry me unless I rehome my pets, as he feels they will become his responsibility-even after I told him I would be responsible for everything, i.e., vet bills, food, etc. He also shared that he would need to buy a bigger house for space, as he is semi-allergic. However, he said that if he had a huge house with land, it wouldn't be a problem, because there would be more space and airflow. Yeah, NO♥️ The pets in question: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Credit - traveltheimpossible

@noplaceforsheep The same way YOU expect ppl to put up with your FILTHY mouth

At dinner last night, outside table, balmy late summer evening. 2 women arrive with 4 dogs, sit near us, one dog barks & barks & barks & barks. Lose my temper, say I didn’t come out to dinner to listen to your fucking dog barking, we can’t have a conversation here, make it stop. Puts dog on her lap & it shuts up. Gives me death stare for rest of evening. WTF is it with some dog owners? I mean, really, why would you expect other people to put up with your fucking barking dog when they’re out to dinner? 🤷‍♂️

@kathrynwise6869 You call 911 NOW and let the paramedics handle it

Prayer Warriors if you see this and would like to join in prayer for my husband. We love and thank you as always for your support. 💕🙏 Dave is slurring his speech and having trouble typing or remembering where the keys are. :( He doesn't want to go to hospital but may have to if he's having a stroke. It's been happening all day. He is taking a nap right now but earlier a nap didn't change his speech. Thank you frens and may the power of prayer be once again his healing testimony. 🙏

@BasedMikeLee Get it done 🙏🙏🙏

It’s almost time for the Senate to resume consideration of the SAVE America Act On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want the Senate to keep debating the bill—as long as it takes—until it passes?

@catturd2 Gas is 4.69 gal in SE FL 😡

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@MichaelDeLauzon Gas is $4.69 gal. Groceries are going up again. End it

@Hania16836 In a heartbeat

@lippyent Kick the can Red rover

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@Playteaux1 You will never regret taking care of your parents. It will give you some peace when they are gone🩷💕

Last night my mom called me at 8:30 pm. People that know me IRL know that I go to bed really early for work but I always answer when my mom calls. My dad fell again and hit his head so she called an ambulance. I drove 45 minutes to meet her at the hospital. Everything was ok and they discharged him. I got home at 2am. It’s hard seeing your parents decline. I’m on my way to my parent’s house to get them some groceries and Liquid IV. They raised me and I will take care of them now, it’s just hard to watch. My husband and I are debating on buying a condo on the first floor down the street for both our parents. It’s time to start considering other alternatives and we JUST moved them to a smaller home in December. 😔

@AngelporrasXx You are no better than your father if you stand by and let this continue😡

Mi padre golpeó a mi madre durante años. Nunca lo denunciamos, nunca dijimos nada. Ayer decidí enfrentarlo. Le dije que si vuelve a pasar, seré yo quien llame a la policía. Me dijo que soy un mal hijo, que no me meta. Lo que no dice es que el miedo ya no es suficiente para callarme. No voy a seguir normalizando la violencia dentro de mi casa. Alguien tiene que romper el ciclo. ¿Soy un traidor por ponerle un límite, o soy el único que entiende que esto no puede seguir? Prefiero perder un padre que seguir viendo a mi madre destruida. El silencio también golpea.

@lippyent The SEVENTIES

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@mitchellvii 😢🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

SISTER HEALTH UPDATE: My sister has had a bit of a setback. She had to go back to the coronary ICU unit because she was acting disoriented. For instance, she called the nurse over and asked why her chest hurt. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. She was also having some vision problems. They were concerned this might have been a small stroke. But they couldn't give her an MRI because she still has electrical stuff in her heart from the surgery. So please everybody keep praying for Heather that she pulls through and doesn't have any lasting negative effects.

April 9th is Pet Memorial Day This candle is for every pet waiting for us in Heaven.

@Michaeljos92972 Oh so beautiful 😢🩷🩷

The Chaplain just called me. He reaches out to me a few times a week to see how I'm doing. Tonight's conversation was deep- about Rebecca. And when I go deep...I write. An Argument with the Living - Listening With Respect. by Michael Whelan I am told—kindly, insistently, almost universally—that she is in heaven. And I listen with respect. I am told she no longer suffers. That whatever pain wrapped itself around her here has been gently removed there. And I listen with respect. I am told I will see her again—that this separation is temporary, a pause, not an ending. And I listen with respect. But I have questions. Not questions meant to challenge faith—but questions born from love… the kind that do not shout, the kind that sit beside you quietly when the house is still and the silence is louder than any answer. If Rebecca is in heaven— whole, peaceful, free— then tell me… What, exactly, am I doing here? If the promise is reunion, if the story finds its way back to her—why must I walk this long corridor alone? They say, “You’ll see her again.” They offer it gently, like a hand on my shoulder. And I receive it… I truly do. But I listen with respect and still wonder—If love is waiting for me there, why must I learn to live without it here? Is time the lesson? Is endurance the test? Or is this simply the part of life where even the kindest truths fail to comfort the broken heart? I have always stood somewhere between belief and doubt— spiritual, but questioning… hopeful, but unconvinced. And grief has not clarified that for me—it has deepened it. Because belief is easy when love is present in the room. It is far more difficult when love has left its chair empty and all that remains is memory… and echoes. They tell me, “She would want you to go on.” And again… I listen with respect. But I ask quietly... Would she want this version of living? This half-life of missing, this ritual of speaking into absence, this slow learning of how to exist without the person who made existence feel complete? Or—and here the question changes—Is this no longer about what I want… or even what she would want…but about what love asks of me now? Because love, I am beginning to understand, does not end when a life does. It changes its form. It moves inward. It becomes something I must carry instead of something I can hold. And perhaps this is the truth no one knows how to say out loud: That loving someone deeply means one day you may have to continue loving them without their presence. So I return to the question...If she is in heaven, and I will see her again… Why should I live? And the only answer that does not feel hollow is this: Because my life with her is not finished. It is unfinished. Not in shared mornings or quiet dinners— those moments have passed— but in meaning… in memory… in the quiet responsibility of having loved someone so completely that their story must still be told. By me. So I rise—reluctantly. I breathe—sometimes with effort. I speak her name into empty rooms and hope, in some unprovable way, that love still hears love. Not because I understand. Not because I am at peace. But because I listened— with respect to everything I was told…and still found this to be true: Love does not end. And because it does not end—neither, yet, do I.

WHEN YOU SAY GOODBYE TO A PARENT You are suddenly living in a whole new world. You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realize you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core. When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have. You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb. And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you. You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met. If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams. This is not something we can explain. Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity. It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief. When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere. Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared. When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything. Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most. They never really leave. ~ Donna Ashworth ✨🙌🏾💫 Artist © Jeff Stanford

@Hania16836 Her life

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She would have been a great president. Do you agree?