Michelle Duffey

@Kaylee1780 But I have learned after literally decades how to be. I offer you a virt. Hand filled with abundant peace. ❤️ & Joy may you be immersed in all. Happy Bday and keep smiling that beautiful 😍

Happy birthday to my daughter 🎉💕 Some heartless people won’t congratulate her just because she is different. 💔😢

@Kaylee1780 Different is NOT damaged she IS a one of a kind work of art Uniquely & wonderfully made. Please DO NOT allow the limited minded or neg ppl of this world dim or limit your radiant light Happy BDay beautiful!!! There is a beautiful song by I AM They Thank For The Scars not easy

@zoyafatma12781 Lord , my precious God I pray that you carry this brave woman and mom lovingly in your arms,please let her feel & heal what I once did knowing U make what others see as IMPOSSIBLE into IM POSSIBLE I pray she is feeling your abundant & Pure ✌️ ❤️ & 💪 right now!

💔 She took five bullets to save her son. 27-year-old Cait threw herself over 6-year-old Ollie when a man burst into their home and opened fire. She was hit in the chest, arm, and back—yet survived. Ollie, miraculously unharmed, watched it all and begged the gunman to spare his mom. 🥹 Cait is still in the hospital, facing a long road to recovery. Ollie carries invisible wounds no child should bear. 🙏 Pray for them. They need our strength, love, and support now more than ever.

@thompsonb2569 Amen!

And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. - Philippians 2:11

@IronicPhase @NewswirePatriot Than others wanting to be heard in what they believe or dont beleive in. Personally Im not a big fan of the man or some of the decisions he mks but I do think ppl will find fault in everything he does which is not right either. We have bigger issues going than what pics are hung

@NewswirePatriot Yes. It's not proper. Our government is supposed to be religion-free. Our forefathers made that very clear that all religions are welcome in America whether we agree or not and it is not appropriate to violate that principle.

President Trump caused an UPROAR after hanging the classic 1940 Warner Sallman "Head of Christ" painting in the Oval Office. Critics say the painting is "offensive" and excludes other religions. 🔻Are Trump's actions "offensive," or should he keep the painting up?

@IronicPhase @NewswirePatriot How is it violating? Would it be violating to display a wedding picture? He is not ordering anyone to bow down to the picture that would be violating. He is simply courageous enough not to be dictated by others on worshiping his way for what he believes in which is no different

@NewswirePatriot If it offends that person has the right to look away if I saw them look away I would not be offended I would simply silently pray for them. It speaks about offending in the Bible written so many decades ago & yet so relevant today!

@native_soul_ame Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, may you feel the genuine love and respect in this b-day song native-soul Happy Biiiirthday toooooooo you!! Trust me the text version is waaaaay better than the audio version. God bless & may u feel love every moment U share on earth.

I turned 100 today 🎂 My family is gone… so I made myself a little cake. It’s quiet… but I’m still here, still breathing, still hoping for a little kindness. ❤️ If you see this, could you say “Happy Birthday” to me? 🎉

@JesusisChristX Abundantly grateful!!!

Jesus did this so you could live with Him forever. 💙 Type Amen if you’re grateful for what Jesus did for you. 🙏🏻

@Michaeljos92972 You write beautifully BTW!

The Quiet After Everything. by Michael Whelan This is the quietest I’ve ever been. Not the kind of quiet you get when the TV is off or the phones stop ringing. Not the polite kind. This is a deeper quiet—the kind that settles into your bones after the noise has finally told the truth. We’ve gone through almost the entire house now. Room by room. Drawer by drawer. Closet by closet. The three of us—my brother, my sister, and me—moving through a lifetime as if it were both fragile and overdue. We cleaned. We sorted. We let go of what no longer belonged to this version of life. And in the process, we tried to build something that still honored Rebecca… not as she was at the end, but as she lived—vibrant, beautiful, impossibly present. There’s a difference between cleaning a house and confronting one. This was confrontation. Five hundred pictures. Maybe more. I stopped counting somewhere between the smiles and the gut punches. Every photo a time machine. Every time machine a risk. There she was—laughing, cooking, holding one of the animals like it was the most important creature on Earth. There we were—young, invincible, unaware of what time was quietly planning. You don’t flip through memories like that. You survive them. And for the first time since she’s been gone, it was just us. No visitors. No casseroles. No comforting distractions. Just blood, history, and the kind of silence that doesn’t let you hide. It was great. And it was hard. Because somewhere between the boxes and the photographs, something else surfaced—things we had buried. Not forgotten… just buried. Decades of unspoken words. Misunderstandings that calcified into quiet resentments. Moments we told ourselves didn’t matter anymore. They mattered. They were sitting there in the room with us, just waiting to be acknowledged. At first, it came out sideways. A comment here. A tone there. You could feel it—the tension rising like humidity before a storm. Old patterns knocking on the door, asking if we were going to pretend again. But today, we didn’t. Today, we did something different. Something harder. We talked. Not perfectly. Not elegantly. But honestly. Civilly. Painfully. We said things that had been waiting thirty, forty years for oxygen. We listened—really listened—not to respond, but to understand where the hurt had lived all this time. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t easy. But it was necessary. Because what we realized—maybe for the first time—is that time doesn’t erase anything. It just gives wounds better hiding places. And the only way past them isn’t around… it’s through. So we went through. A long, hard, tough, cathartic day. And somewhere in the middle of it, something shifted. Not dramatically. Not with fireworks or some cinematic moment where everything suddenly makes sense. No—this was quieter than that. It was a softening. A loosening. A recognition that we’re all just carrying our versions of the same story… and none of us got out of it untouched. By the end of the day, the house felt different. Lighter. Not because there was less stuff—but because there was less weight. We honored Rebecca in every room, not just with what we kept, but with what we finally let go. Because love isn’t holding on to everything. Sometimes, it’s knowing what to release so the spirit of it all can breathe. And now, as the night settles in, I sit here in this new quiet. Exhausted. Emptied out. But somehow… clearer. The kind of quiet that doesn’t come from absence—but from truth finally being spoken out loud. For the first time in a long time, there’s nothing left to push down. Just this moment. Just this breath. Just this quiet. 💙

@Michaeljos92972 Of Forrest Gump & Clarence from Its A Wonderful Life and in animal analogy between a hamster and a squirrel 😆

@Michaeljos92972 That? No, this is what I meant. With all due respect Polite silence seems like an oxymoron to me. I would think its more respectful and polite not to remain silent again something I seek wisdom not judging or criticizing. I describe myself as a cross between the female version

@Michaeljos92972 We feel. I am not a mind reader but I can pick up on negative thoughts or emotions so when presented so wouldn't that cause a person to become guarded or uneasy? Isn't it better to express what you are dealing with & God willing laugh at the end of it by saying you really thought

@Michaeljos92972 Silent when you are feeling a negative emotion. People tend to do this & I dont understand it. I am but a simple soul. If you are festering a neg. Feeling why not love, respect & trust enough to express it? Why do we have the right to remain silent yet not to learn from what

@Michaeljos92972 Michael we share the this same path, not the same journey but rather the same path. I beleive there are many who do. However with all due respect, perhaps I struggle with being literal so I seek to understand not judge. I simply do not understand how it is polite to remain

@JesusisChristX Amen

If Jesus is your Lord and Savior, type Amen.

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@Michaeljos92972 Happy Passover Michael and Rebecca (up above) blessed to be remembered with so much ❤️.

HAPPY PASSOVER 💙 💙 חג פסח שמח

@FanaticElon Absolutely YES!!!

I need your honest opinion Is believing in God necessary for a meaningful life ? A. Yes B. No

@KarenWi58485110 @wweisawesome123 Amen !!!

@wweisawesome123 Autism is a difference, not a fault. So many strengths that my neurotypical brain doesn’t have.

Today is World Autism Awareness Day. And I don’t want sympathy. I don’t want to be seen as broken. I love being an autistic man. I love the way my mind works the depth, the focus, the honesty, the way I see things others might miss.