Dear Norway fans… you are, without question, the finest supporters this tournament has seen.
From a nation of just over five and a half million people, you travelled across oceans, filled stadiums, painted American streets red and white and turned every single game into a festival of noise, pride and pure joy.
28 years away from the World Cup stage and you returned not with entitlement, but with energy. Not just with noise, but with meaning.
The Viking Row didn’t just inspire your players. It inspired everyone. Opponents. Neutrals. The entire watching world.
The quarter finals. You deserve every single second of it. Keep going. Keep rowing. Norway, the world is behind you. 🇳🇴
@flatland_sports I do not blame any college sports for Not scheduling anything against Texas Tech. As a Red Raider, how sullied our name has become. Sports Betting is ILLEGAL.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
SOME WILL GET MAD AT ME FOR SAYING THIS, BUT IF YOU CAN PAY $125 TO GET FAKE LASHES, $225 TO GET FAKE NAILS, $325 TO GET FAKE HAIR EXTENSIONS, THEN YOU DONT DESERVE TO GET FOOD STAMPS.
Los futbolistas japoneses no pueden creer que los reciban como héroes a su regreso en Japón, a pesar de haber sido eliminados por Brasil. 😭
Lo dieron todo en cada partido y esa es su recompensa. 🇯🇵
Reminder:
For YEARS I filed a bill that would end birthright citizenship in Oklahoma.
States issue birth certificates. If SCOTUS wants to grant citizenship to every foreign invader, let them start issuing birth certificates.
Otherwise the State of Oklahoma can ignore the opinion of the court & do what the 14th Amendment actually says & only grant birth certificates & citizenship to people who reside in our State & are subject to the jurisdiction thereof.
I pray that the next time you see this young man, you are prepared with more new socks and shoes but also socks and shoes for his dad who works so hard and likely isn’t taking care of his feet either.
I’ve been one of the camp nurses at my kids church camp the last few days. We had a teen boy come in 2 days ago with bad toe pain. Limping. He looked like he hadn’t showered or changed clothes in a few days…par for the course with teen boys at camp😅 Overweight. Awkward. Doesn’t make eye contact.
Of course I’m making all kinds of judgements and dreading taking off his shoes and socks because it’s probably going to stink to high heaven.
It does.
I told him he had a paronychia with cellulitis of the toe. I told him I needed to call his mom to get permission to treat.
“I don’t have a mom.”
😭💔
“I’m so sorry. Can I call your dad? Do you have a legal guardian?”
“You can try my dad but he won’t answer. He pours concrete and leaves for work at 1-2 am and doesn’t get home until around 5 pm.”
We clean and soak his filthy feet while we try to get ahold of someone.
He looks at another one of the nurses and quietly says: “This is the nicest anyone has ever been to me. I usually have to take care of myself.”
😭💔😭💔
I feel awful for every quick judgement I made. It’s all making sense now.
Pastor somehow gets ahold of grandma. I get permission to treat. Pastor picks up the prescription I sent and returns to camp with a pack of new socks and three new pairs of shoes that fit. The look on that boys face when we handed him the bags…I’ll never forget. He couldn’t believe it.😭
24 hours later his toe was drained, he had 4 doses of antibiotics. His pain was “so much better”. His feet were clean with clean socks and shoes that fit. He is smiling. He is making eye contact and in the clinic on time for every dose of medication.
We prayed with him and hugged him when he left today. I don’t know what will happen. The socks will get dirty again and I don’t know how or when they will be washed.
But that boy will always remember the Christians loved him well. They washed his feet. They gave him dignity. They prayed for him. They helped heal him.
When his dad wearily walks in the door from 18 hours of hard labor, he will tell him about camp. I pray he comes to know and trust the source of love, healing, mercy, and provision…Jesus Christ himself.
Sometimes the veil is thin, and it’s often in the places of humility. It seems that is how the Lord likes to work. You can’t write those moments, only God can. Praise.