R.C. Mogo

🔥NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS. 🔥Innocents of Marbella explores dark spiritual themes involving real historical figures and events, where "joy comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5. 🎉NEW RELEASE DAY! WOOT! #historicalfantasy

Puts me on hold for 6 minutes and then the hold music goes silent, and a robotic voice says, “please enter the number of the person you are trying to reach.” When I doing put a number, it says, “that number is not recognized.” And hangs up. @SocialSecurity @realDonaldTrump

They answered after 48 minutes. I begged her to give me a direct callback number in case we get disconnected. She says, “there’s nothing I can do about that. Let me see if I can help you.” So I explain my situation and she says, let me get you in touch with someone who can help.

Calling @SocialSecurity office to discuss disability for my daughter who has Trisomy 18. 80 minute wait. 40 mins later, they offer to hold my place in line and give me a call back. They call back 60 minutes later. When I answer

@TaraBull He's talking to a lady, imitating her. He said: "I was watching you. With the k-pop thing. You were like, is that--who is the k-pop?" (Finger to mouth) "Oh the k-- oh--" (claps hands, laughs like Calvin Candie) "You were like, 'Is that, who is the-- k-pop?' (claps knowingly)"

Have any lip reading experts figured out what Leonardo DiCaprio was saying?

The closer I get to death, the more urgently I feel the need to share the love of God and the saving grace that comes from Jesus Christ, the Son of God and my personal Lord and Savior. I’m getting very close to the end of a battle that I have fought my whole life. I have lost nearly every strength that a body can lose. It has been gradual, but consistent. I have lost ability after ability after ability. (to run, to walk, to jump, to bathe, to do anything on my own) I have gradually lost every independence, every hobby, every dream. I used to be a textile artist and a songwriter and a novel writer and a poet. I used to have a career and I used to go to parties and I used to travel and I used to go camping and boating and more. Now, if most people saw how I live, they would say I have no quality of life. I am stuck in a wheelchair or in a bed. I have very little use of my arms and hands so I can read and listen to audiobooks, and with the little energy that I have, I can share the love of God. That is all I want to do because, even though it makes no sense, even though I feel so terrible in my body, I can be nothing but grateful. That is because my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has been beside me since I was five years old and I began to recognize that I was different from the other kids. He was beside me when I was diagnosed at the age of 15 with an illness that would never get better, only ever worse. He was beside me when I became a mom and felt such inadequacy because of the things I couldn’t do as a mother. He was beside me when I had to give up driving. When I had to quit my job because I physically couldn’t do it anymore. He was beside me through every risky surgery, every broken bone, every fall, every loss. And not just present through every loss, he didn’t just sustain me. He blessed me hugely. Abundantly. With joy, with peace, and with hope that I could never understand. He has replaced every loss with more of himself and more of his joy, and I can’t count the number of times that I have been struggling and suffering, physically, I mean in the nittiest grittiest kind of suffering, in the fight for my life, and I have just smiled because he has filed me with such joy that it doesn’t make sense. And it isn’t just for me. The blessings he has given me have blessed my loved ones too. It’s hard for them to see me like this. It’s been hard for them to witness my decades long decline. It’s to the point where they are praying for my fight to be over, because it would absolutely be a mercy. I’ve never shared a lot of details about my life, because I hate the pity. I hate pity more than just about anything, and I’m certainly not looking for validation. But I think it’s important for me to share some of these very ugly details because a lot of people are suffering and I want them to know how good God is, even in the terrible. Especially in the terrible. I’ve been on my deathbed before and God graciously gave me a few extra years. But I was recently given the prognosis of congestive heart failure and I’m growing weaker by the day. But God! In the strangest way, in this most trying period of my life (which is really saying something!) I have felt the presence of God like never before. I have felt his goodness and love and peace so intensely that I would not trade this suffering for health if it meant I would have to give up this intimacy with Jesus. This is the peace that surpasses understanding and I want to encourage anyone who is in the midst of a trial (and who isn’t?) to do the simplest and easiest thing in the world: turn to Jesus. Right now, as you are, call on the Lord. His grace will cover you. He will renew your strength. He will comfort you with his spirit. He will uphold you with his righteous right hand. He will show you the truth. He will save you from eternity in hell. He will guard you, guide you, and bless you. He will help you in very present, very real ways. Call on him and be saved.

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@sola_chad So people are not allowed to talk about the Bible? They can only quote the Bible directly in the original Aramaic, with no context, interpretation, or further explanation, lest they be accused of judging it insufficient?

Do you watch “The Chosen?”

@sayerjigmi 24 States move to ban geoengineering our climate by dousing our citizens, our waterways and landscapes with toxins. This is a movement every MAHA needs to support. HHS will do its part.

Sick Toddlers & The Sovereignty Of God Meditations from my son's ICU hospital bedside. My son Caleb was born with a chronic kidney disease. In his short (nearly) 3 years of life, he has had 5 surgeries, and a constant barrage of doctor visits, blood draws, shots, and endless daily medications. A few weeks ago, Caleb got a respiratory virus that, due to his underlying kidney failure, ended up putting him in the hospital for about a week. As soon as we got to the ER, they quickly whisked him away to the ICU where they informed us that his oxygen levels had dropped severely & were dangerously low. They very quickly got him all hooked up to all the necessary support, which included a high-flow nasal cannula (I’m pretty sure that’s what it was), which essentially blows A LOT of oxygen into your nose. Unfortunately, when you are using this device to help get your body oxygen, you are not allowed to eat or drink anything because it can cause you to aspirate. After about 18 hours of no food or water (he was getting his fluids via IV), little Cal began to beg me for water. His little lips were chapped, his mouth was dry & at around 3:30 AM he started crying out “Dada please! Just a little water,” as he held up his thumb and pointer finger. “Please Dada… Just a little bit.” My heart was breaking. I asked the nurse if there was anything I could give him, and she gave me a little sponge lollipop that I could dip in some water and give him 2 or 3 dips worth, just to wet his mouth. More than that would be too risky. And so I dipped the little sponge lollipop in the water and gave it to my son. He sucked the water down greedily, relief spreading all over his face. After I gave him the third dip I had to take it away, at which point he immediately bagan to beg. “Please Dada! One more!? Please Dada, just one more?!” I don’t know that my heart had ever felt so completely broken. All I wanted was to give him all the water his little heart desired! But I wasn’t permitted to do so in his present condition. Because of the oxygen machine, food and water were actually dangerous for my boy at the moment. All I could do was hold him, and tell him it was going to be okay… “Dada is here with you, and we’ll get you a drink very soon.” He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. His little 3 years old mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him and why. All he knew was that he was SO thirsty and Dada wouldn’t give him a drink. I will never forget hearing his little voice begging me for water. As I sat and held my son as he was crying out in frustration, sadness, and even a sense of betrayal (after all, I did have to take the lollipop sponge away), I too was crying out to my Father in heaven. “WHY GOD?! Why does this have to happen to my son? Why did you give him 2 bad kidneys? Why don’t you heal him?” And all at once it hit me… My son is begging me for water. I am begging my heavenly Father for healing for my son. Water is objectively good. Healing is objectively good. My son cannot comprehend why I won’t just give him some water. Water is good for him. I cannot comprehend why God would allow my son to be born with this chronic disease. I can’t comprehend why he wouldn't just use his power to heal my son. But I CAN comprehend why my son cannot have the water he desires right now. And it is precisely BECAUSE I love him and want to protect him that I have to take away the little lollipop sponge. And how much more does my heavenly Father love me? How much more does my heavenly Father love my son? My little mind cannot comprehend why God would bring about this difficulty, pain, and suffering in my family’s life. My little mind cannot comprehend why he won’t just use his divine power to heal my son right now. But I DO know that he loves us. I DO know that he has promised to work ALL THINGS together for His own glory and for the good of his people (Romans 8:28). Therefore I can also know, that as I cry out to my Father from my son's hospital bedside, that he hears me. He loves me. And if he’s saying “no” right now, he has a VERY good reason to do so. Not only so, but my heavenly Father relates to me in my grief. For my heavenly Father is well acquainted with grief and suffering. He too watched His son suffer (for my sake)… Anyone else who watched his Son suffer on the cross must have believed that Christ’s position was hopeless. It looked as though His Father had abandoned him, and all was lost. And yet, this was very near the climax of God’s sovereign plan to bring ultimate good out of what seemed like hopeless chaos. In Christ, God proved that he was ultimately sovereign over suffering and He is ultimately loving. I do not understand why God allows such pain and suffering or why he won’t take it away when we ask… But I do know that he is sovereign over it, and he loves us. I simply have to trust him. Just as my son simply needed to trust his Dada. If anyone wants to help support our family through Caleb’s medical journey, you can buy a T-shirt, or give to our gofundme. I would also ask for your prayers. His transplant is scheduled for early May. Please continue to pray for healing and please pray for 0 complications.

@UseThe4orce_ @hodgetwins @Angelpastebody @RSBNetwork This coming from a guy who used to be called “usethe4orce” lol

@hodgetwins Horse Paste!!! Finally a worse named product than the @Angelpastebody i always see ads for on @RSBNetwork

This is crazy

No board decision can shake my resolve. I remain fully committed to raising awareness, holding traffickers accountable, and ensuring a safer future for our nation’s children. Join me in this fight against one of the greatest evils of our time. GODS CHILDREN ARE NOT FOR SALE! 🙏

my precious baby Abigail’s life. Please pray for us. Pray for our strength to endure, pray our everlasting trust in His goodness and love. #trisomy18 #trisomy18awareness #faithoverfear #chooselife

But I came to realize, which is why I am here writing this now—that is the point. In my immense, overwhelming weakness, I will fall on my knees and lean on His strength. I will never lose hope. And I will never stop trusting His plan for my life, my family’s life, and 6/

On October 12, I was overjoyed to discover that I was pregnant. We have been blessed with the best three kids and I could not imagine anything more wonderful than having a fourth. 1/