I didn’t wake up today in Russia! I grew up in the 70s and what is going on is absolutely insane. President Trump is my hero! God will prevail! #wedeservetruth
Psalm11:5-7 The Lord examines the righteous,but the wicked, those who love violence,he hates with a passion.On the wicked he will rain fiery coals and burning sulfur;a scorching wind will be their lot.For the Lord is righteous,he loves justice;the upright will see his face.#truth
I wasn’t happy when Clinton, Obama or Biden won, but I didn’t call them fascist/dangerous/threat to democracy. I didn’t hope someone would assassinate them. I went on with my life with gratitude. Friends on the left, please try this. Your life and our country will be better.
On April 21st when I was 21, I walked into First Baptist Church of West Palm Beach with my big sister, who had just recently become a Christian.
We had never been close, but she was different.
She invited me, and I went with her.
On that day, by grace through faith, I was saved and changed and forgiven forever.
I’ve never been the same since.
My sweet big sis died last year.
We will celebrate together when I meet her in Heaven.
Miss you, Deb!!
Deb and Dad!!
On left is my beautiful granddaughter and on the right is her daughter my greatgranddaughter. I am asking for prayers for my granddaughter her name is Stephanie she has stage 4 cervical cancer that has metastised in her lungs and brain. She has been battling this for over a year now. She gets good news and then bad news. This past week she found out the lung metastis was back when it was gone a few months ago. Her daughter Madi is 5 years old and she knows mom has cancer. Madi's teacher asked all the kids to tell something they are greatful for and Madi stood up and told her class my mom has cancer but she is doing okay. Stephanie called me after Madi's teacher called her asking if she was doing okay. Of course Stephanie cried knowing her having cancer is on Madi's mind alot and she hates she is so young and dealing with this along with her mom. Precious Madi is the sweetest little girl and the apple of her moms eye (and mine too). I just hope God hears this childs voice and lets her mom see her grow up to the fine woman I know she will be. Please Please pray for my girls they need them really bad. 🙏❤️❤️
My precious sister has been diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma, (an aggressive brain cancer). I humbly ask for your prayers...for God’s healing, according to His will. I trust in Him as the Great Physician.
Thank you, and God bless. 🙏
I was homeless for six months in 2011. I slept in my car. I used to park behind a small church because it was dark and quiet. I thought nobody knew I was there. Every morning, I’d wake up, drive to a gas station to wash my face, and go to work (yes, I had a job, just couldn't afford rent). One night, it was freezing. 10 degrees. My car wouldn't start to run the heater. I was shivering so hard my teeth hurt. I saw the back door of the church open. A janitor came out to dump the trash. He saw my car. He saw me huddled in the front seat. He didn't call the cops. He didn't come over and tap on the window. He just walked back to the door, unlocked it, and propped it open with a small rock. Then he turned on the hallway light and left. I waited ten minutes. Then I ran inside. It was warm. There was a couch in the lobby. There was a bathroom with hot water. I slept there every night for the rest of the winter. Every night, the rock was there. I never met the janitor. I never thanked him. I’m back on my feet now. I have a house. I have a bed. But every year on the first snow, I donate a check to that church. I write "For the heating bill" in the memo line. Sometimes the loudest way to love your neighbor is to say nothing at all.
Credit: Nancy Grace
My receptionist, Emily, lost her husband unexpectedly in a car accident. Our company policy allows for 3 days of bereavement leave. On day 4, she showed up, pale and shaking, trying to answer phones because she couldn't afford to lose her income. It was heartbreaking to watch. I put the 'Out to Lunch' sign up, locked the door, and sat her down. I told her, 'Go home. Take the month. Take two. Your salary will continue as if you are here 8 hours a day.' Grief doesn't have a 3-day expiration date.
If you force people to work through trauma, you break them. If you support them, they remember it forever.
My poor 6yo is so sick and is waking every 15 minutes or so and is just miserable. She’s having terrible fever dreams. Please pray she can sleep and heal from this illness.
I’m still smiling, but please know it has not been easy.
Stage IV cancer has tested me in every way, yet I’m still standing. Still breathing. Still hoping.
The Lord didn’t check who inside the house was worthy. He checked for blood on the doorposts.
None of us is worthy. Only the blood of Jesus can cover us.
I’m absolutely heartbroken & devastated about this news. Why aren’t more people outraged & demanding real change?!!! I beg you, PLEASE support our #ChildhoodCancer Warriors, give a follow, a repost & do whatever you can to get our voices heard. 🙏🏻
From Jake’s Dad: 💔
“Jake passed away a little after midnight on March 18,2026. He was being held in his “mom-mom’s” arms and holding my hand surrounded by a team that made sure he didn’t suffer nor feel any pain. Jake has been wanting to leave this hospital so bad and go home. Now he is home in the Kingdom of Heaven. Jake was too perfect for this world. Don’t say he lost to cancer, he didn’t, he beat it. He left it behind to never hurt him again.
I prayed so hard for Jesus to come to his rescue. Even though I’ve attempted to prepare my heart for this, it absolutely wasn’t ready. I do take comfort that Jake will hurt no more, he won’t have to go through any more surgeries, no more diet restrictions, no more medication that makes him sick, no more being isolated from everyone.
I know in my heart that if not for the prayers, the mustard seed of faith back in August, we would have lost Jake then. The Holy Spirit came into that room from hearing my cries for help. I got 6 more good months with my son, so do everyone else. Jake didn’t just survive during that time, he thrived. He had tremendous quality of life up until that last two weeks. His mom-mom is of course devestated and inconsolable. His sisters can’t stop crying, his grandparents are so upset. I’m keeping it together to help everyone else when they need comforting, then fall apart somewhere by myself.”
❤️ Jake ❤️
Penny has a prayer request: My son had a massive heart attack he is in stable but critical condition he is 40 years old he has never smoked or done drugs we thought he was in good health. His name is Matthew Walker we could use all the prayers we can get. Thank you and God Bless!
I am going to cry like a baby when I retire. I’m walking down a street two blocks from Skid Row and a woman who I haven’t seen in years sees me and smiled wide as she approached. I didn’t recognize her at first. She looked really great. She paused in front of me and teared up unable to speak for a second. She gathered herself and said “I’m sorry for crying. But that only happens when certain people have impacted my life. You were always so kind to me when I was in Skid Row.” She made my day. I gave her the biggest hug. Thank you Yahweh for the reminders that my walk was not in vain.
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I left Critical Care in November last year and I'm still building back up. I’m now strong enough to take Hetty out for a walk and lift her up (she's quite a lump!)
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I’m a school nurse. We have a rule. Kids without lunch money get a cold cheese sandwich. Nothing else. It’s policy. This boy came in one Wednesday. Sixth grader. Stomach pain he said. I’ve been doing this twenty years. I know real stomach pain and I know hunger. “When did you last eat?” He looked at the floor. “Yesterday lunch.”
Sent him to the cafeteria with a note. Told them to give him a full hot meal. Pasta. Salad. Milk. The works. Cafeteria lady looked at my note. Looked at me. Gave him the tray without a word. He ate like he hadn’t seen food in days. Probably hadn’t. Came back to my office after. “Am I in trouble?” “For what?” “For eating.” “That’s what food is for.”
Started keeping granola bars, peanut butter crackers, juice boxes in my bottom drawer. For kids who come in with headaches that are really hunger. Stomachaches that are really empty. I’m not supposed to. Technically against policy. Don’t care. Told my principal once. She looked at me for a long moment.....
Opened her desk drawer. Showed me her stash. Crackers. Fruit snacks. Applesauce. “What drawer?” she said. We never spoke of it again.
That sixth grader is in high school now. Came to find me last spring. “I just wanted you to know I’m okay. And that I remembered. I always will.” He volunteers at a food bank on weekends. Has since he was thirteen.
Best granola bars I ever bought.