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@erling Omg I just did that! I wanted to know how to pronounce Haaland 🤣

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@ThatLondonLady @England @FIFAWorldCup I’m from 🇺🇸 supporting 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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@tennis365com Just read @AlexEala05 is coming to DC!

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@nypost @FreddyLA7 are you okay??

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@AmericanwomanU1 @almostjingo from where?

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@almostjingo got this shirt from https://t.co/fWEZYjd1nl

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@EricLDaugh I love this! My daughter went to JMU 💜

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@layxsnv C

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@ThePerezHilton Bethel Music! their music is so anointed 🙏

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@GalianoTiramani @BOXABL Please build one right outside of Northern Virginia!

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@TheRoyalGrift To be Godmother she has to be practicing Catholic

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@sage1411 He did mention Prince William county and Williamsburg!

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@ABSCBNNews Loida Lewis has severe case of TDS!

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@MrMekzy_ Homeland!

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@HarmeetKDhillon Wow you’re amazing! 🤩

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Amen 🙏

[Tyrese Gibson @Tyrese]

Dear Heavenly Father, as I stand at the doorway of 2026, I come before You in the name of Jesus Christ. Before this new year fully unfolds, I place my life, my family, my work, and my future into Your hands. Go before me, and destroy every plan of darkness set against my life.

By the authority of Jesus, every curse that tried to follow me from previous years is stopped here. Every negative word, every repeated pattern, every hidden plan meant to delay my progress or steal my peace is cancelled now. What was sent to weaken me will not enter 2026 with me.

Cover my home with Your presence.
Guard my steps with Your wisdom.
Order my days with Your peace.

I declare that 2026 will not be marked by struggle, but by direction; not by heaviness, but by freedom; not by curses, but by the blessing of God.

Lord, I will not keep this prayer to myself. I promise to share this prayer with at least one person today. In the victorious name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Type “God is great” to disappoint the enemy!

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@justinbieber Beautiful ❤️ Merry Christmas!

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Beautiful ❤️

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[Anthony Bradley @drantbradley]

Where’s the church? Blaydin & Olivia are brother & sister. Since they are Christians, they want to be adopted by a Christian family, preferably Baptist. No Christians should be orphans. Any Baptists in Arkansas willing to James 1:27 these kids? Contact Project in AR for info…

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