Elizabeth Aymond

Child of God, wife, mama, daughter, sister, & friend. Digital marketing gal. Would love a taco truck on every corner.

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@RGIII This is a wonderful thing to see! Even if every single player doesn’t ascribe to the same spiritual view (though I hope they do), coming together in such a way is how I pray this country can be.

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@SenWarren Participated in any insider trading lately?

[Scottish Banter @1scottishbanter]

Introducing the Scottish-American travel dictionary 🇺🇸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

We’ve put together this guide to keep the Tartan Army out of trouble in the States.

Read carefully to avoid confusing the locals, deeply offending the country, or being interrogated by Homeland Security over a sandwich.

[Patrick Ruffini @PatrickRuffini]

The World Cup tourists have discovered Buc’ees

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@FreddyLA7 YESSSSS!

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@MulloyElizabeth @FreddyLA7 This place is better for a visit than the NASA Johnson Space Center in Houston.

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@FreddyLA7 You must stop at a Bucees. It will blow your mind in the best way.

[The Policy Circle @thepolicycircle]

AI is making cyberattacks faster and more convincing than ever, especially phishing scams.

@AaronBMacLean breaks down how AI agents can scan networks, simulate human voices, and run large-scale attacks in real time.

[SharrellAnne @SharrellAnne2]

Last night, I made a simple request on X. I asked if anybody visiting Arlington National Cemetery for Memorial Day would stop by Alan’s grave and leave a photo for our family.

What happened next honestly caught me off guard.

By this afternoon, dozens of Americans from all walks of life had made the walk to Section 60 to visit SSG Alan W. Shaw. Veterans. Families. Complete strangers. People who had never met Alan, but chose to honor him anyway.

For one day on social media, people put aside the constant noise and negativity and came together for something bigger than themselves. My notifications filled with photos, kind messages, prayers, and stories from people honoring not just Alan, but so many of our fallen heroes.

I don’t think people fully understand what moments like this mean to Gold Star families. The fear is never just losing them. It’s losing them slowly over time as the world moves on and fewer people remember their name.

But today showed me that Alan will never be forgotten.

After years of watching social media reward some of the worst parts of humanity, today gave me a reminder that the good is still out there too.

Thank you to every single person who stopped by to visit Alan today, said his name, shared his story, or took a moment to honor the fallen.

This right here is the America Alan knew and loved enough to fight and die for.

And today, y’all showed us all that it’s still here and it’s still worth fighting for. 🇺🇸

[Kenny @kennyfgan]

Middle America families stuck in the biggest Ponzi scheme of all time that is travel baseball.

Baseball needs Legion Ball played at high school fields in t-shirts and gray pants more than ever right now.

[Elizabeth Aymond @aymond]

@really_maxine @SarahHuckabee Make sure you know the state abbreviation before trying to cook next time.

[CBS News @CBSNews]

In an emotional moment broadcast live from the Orion spacecraft, the Artemis II crew chose to name a Moon crater “Carroll" after commander Reid Wiseman's wife, who died of cancer in 2020.

“It's a bright spot on the Moon. And we would like to call it Carroll."

[Mary Katharine Ham @mkhammer]

I took this picture on April 5, 2015, the last time my birthday fell on Easter. It was not a great day for me. I fought back tears at church, and not in the overwhelmed-by God's-great-mercy way. Little did I know at the time, my year was going to take much worse turns. But I was newly pregnant with my second child, and though very sick and feeling pretty sorry for myself that Easter morning, I knew I was blessed with this new life and a Savior who loves me. I took this photo because it was a reminder of new life and bread of life, and the light of the world.

Later that year, I would lose my husband while 7 months pregnant. He died in September. My daughter was born in November. A lot of people wonder, and have asked me, how does one keep her faith through those dark days. I always wondered, how could I have made it through without it?

I was angry and scared and so, so thankful I had met Jesus before that moment. I met Him while reading one of those 90s teen study bibles with neon graphics, in my childhood bedroom. In my sad, grey adult bedroom, I woke up panicking in the night, but He was always with me.

I prayed Jeremiah 29:11 to calm myself down: "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord. 'Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.'" I prayed it even though I didn't really believe it at the time.

It's not that Jesus solved all my problems in this fallen world or fixed my immediate pain right up. But I was in it with Him and with His promises. And he put the kind of brother in my life who would move in with me to help raise the kids for six months. He put parents in my life who showed up every weekend. He put a neighbor in my life who mowed my lawn every week and another who was a SEAL wife and understood grief like few do, and a best friend who could work out my paperwork (death is so much paperwork) when I couldn't.

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts to us in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world," C.S. Lewis writes in "The Problem of Pain." I learned a lot while I was being shouted at.

I think about Jeremiah 29:11 and 11 years ago today. I think about how my little girl who was not yet born then baked my birthday cake today. I think about how she has three siblings now and the most amazing dad— I remarried in 2020 and he adopted the girls. He took all four of our kids to the store to pick out something for my birthday and then let them each choose a walkout song on the karaoke machine as he gave them a Bruce Buffer announcement call when they came down the stairs to present them to me.

I think about how they've gained grandparents and cousins and love and faith. (Our first holiday with Steve's family was Easter, and I took it as a good sign.) I pray they've watched our lives and gained trust in their Lord.

I think about how my patience was tested by them several times today, as the patience of a parent always is, and how infinite my Father in heaven's patience for me must be. I think about how much I love each of them, and how much my heart grew when each was born just to fit it all in, and how much greater still is my Father's love for me. I think about how much I have to learn and how my faith is still not as mature as it should be at this point (occasionally illustrated on this app).

Today in the car, my kids requested "No Fear" by @jonreddick , "Your Way's Better," by @forestfrank , and "Jesus Is Alive, It's a Happy Day" — that one came with sign language by the 3- and 4-year-old, which I recommend for making your heart soar on a Sunday. They listen to secular music, too, but those are their favorites.

One time, reading the Christmas story with my kids, I read "Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people," and my eldest (about 5 at the time) said, "Mom, the angel always says that!"

She's right, the angel always says that! It is so hard not to be afraid, but we have a Good Shepherd. Our lives were touched by death, but He has conquered it.

My kids like new worship songs, but I love the classics, and today as on every Easter, I sang "Blessed Assurance," because Jesus is mine. And in the darkest times, He is new life and bread of life, and the light of the world. I am remembering to rejoice in that every day.

[Brandon Baker @BBakerHogs]

Thank you for choosing to be a Razorback.

[H-E-B @HEB]

When choosing between H-E-B Brisket Queso and Salsa, rely on old friends to help you decide.

Happy opening day, @astros! ⚾️

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 HOLY CRAP! Sen. John Kennedy is going BERSERK after senators play games to block his resolution pausing senator pay during federal shutdowns

I've NEVER heard him like this

"They're NOT BEING PAID because of OUR CONDUCT!"

"We're getting into the FOOT HILLS of LA-LA-LAND as far as I'm concerned!"

"There are 260,000 THOUSAND of our colleagues NOT BEING PAID!! And a LOT of these people do not have immense wealth."

"This is a chance to show we will SHARE THEIR SACRIFICE."

"There's been an OBJECTION, but for the LIFE of me, I don't know how you can object without having recognition!"

🔥🔥🔥

[Clay Travis @ClayTravis]

Iran has reportedly kidnapped the families of the Iranian women’s soccer team members who requested asylum & the women are now abandoning those claims and returning to the country to face torture or death. No prominent left wing American women’s soccer players have said a word.

[Bob Wachter @Bob_Wachter]

I've used em-dashes my whole life — they add rhythm and grace to writing. But now they're an AI tell.
Can we get a grandfather clause for those of us who were fluent in em-dashes before ChatGPT launched in November 2022?

[Arkyhog @Arkyhog]

WPS

[Mike Greenberg @Espngreeny]

This story is now more than 25 years old and I have told it more times than I can count, but it hits very differently today.

I was anchoring SportsCenter one afternoon and Lou Holtz was on the show. I was quite excited to talk with him, he had been an icon all of my life.

He was very friendly, asking me all about myself as we walked toward the studio to record an interview. I told him: “Actually, Coach, it’s quite exciting, my wife and I are expecting our first child in the next few weeks.”

He stopped dead in his tracks and put a finger up near my face. And I’ll never forget what he said.

“Young man, the most important thing you can do for a child is make sure every day they know how much you love their mother.”

And, just like that, he started walking again.

Our daughter was born a month later, our son came two years after that. And I have thought about what Lou Holtz said to me that day about a million times since.

RIP Coach, thanks for the best advice anyone ever gave me.