"She's been at our shelter since 2015. Eleven years.
Every person who met her said she was wonderful.
Every person walked past her kennel and chose a younger dog. She stopped coming to the front of her kennel a few years ago. Stopped performing. Made a quiet peace with being where she was."
Last Tuesday a veteran came in.
He said —
"I need a calm dog.
I'm still learning how to be still myself."
I showed him three dogs.
He was putting his jacket on to leave.
He stopped outside kennel seven.
Luna looked at him from her bed.
Didn't perform.
Didn't come to the tront.
Just looked at him the way she looks at people when she decides they're worth seeing.
He said —
"Can I sit with her?"
He sat on the concrete floor at her level.
Not the bench. The floor.
That was 11am.
At 3pm | looked in.
He was still there.
Her white muzzle was in his hand.
Their breathing had synchronized.
At 3:15 he came to the front desk and said —
"l'a like to take her home.
I think we need each other."
I excused myself to the back room and sat on an overturned bucket and cried for a long time.
He texted me yesterday -
"First time I've slept through the night in three years.
I think she was saving that for me." She was.
Eleven years of saving it.
For one Tuesday..
For him.
This story is dedicated to every senior dog still waiting for their Tuesday.
They're saving everything they have for the right person to walk through that door.
It was a privilege to read a passage from Revelation 21 today at Senator Lindsey Graham’s memorial service in Washington, D.C. Many people don’t want to talk about death, because death means the end, a step into darkness. But for those who have been to the foot of the Cross in repentance, believing on the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ, it’s not the end—it’s the beginning of a brand new life…
When was the last time you came to God alone — no agenda, no audience — and simply handed Him the weight you've been hauling around? If it's been a while, no wonder you're tired.
The load was never meant to be carried solo. Set it down with Him today.
Everyone please pray for my babygirl. She had a severe ear infection Thursday that has now spread into her bone and is being transferred to UTMB Galveston to be put on IV to try to prevent it spreading to more bone or brain. Please keep our precious little girl in your prayers. She’s in a lot of pain.
This is Vitória. ❤️
She was rescued from a Brazilian highway after being hit by a car in 2020. Her rescuer, Leo, left his job, moved to a new city, and dedicated himself to her recovery.
Today, she never takes her eyes off the man who saved her.
She was protecting her baby with her last strength in the burnt forest... Firefighters carefully pulled the tiny kit out, gave them water, and stayed until both were safe. This is pure humanity ❤️🥺
Today, once again, my wife and I are preaching the Gospel together. Please keep us in your prayers as we share the Good News of Jesus Christ. May God protect us, open hearts to His Word, and bring many souls to salvation. All glory to God! ✝️🙏
Pastor Aaron’s message at New Hope West this morning was on communion. He compared it to an anniversary-remembering a special event.
When we accepted Christ as our savior He took our sins and removed them from us. He also came into intimate fellowship with us by giving us the Holy Spirit. And He did it to give us a purpose in life-to honor God and glorify Him.
As we took communion it was great to be able to reflect on those blessings. 🙏🏽
Filmed yesterday morning in Phoenix. Carlos came in to "just browse" dogs, unsure if he was ready for the commitment. Staff introduced him to Rocky, a four-year-old
Shepherd-Lab mix. Carlos sat on the floor with him for thirty minutes - calm, easy, a normal meet-and-greet.
Then Carlos stood up and said he wanted to think it over.
That's when Rocky moved. No barking, no jumping - he rushed forward and wrapped both front paws around Carlos's leg and held on. Carlos tried to step away; Rocky slid across the floor still gripping tight, shaking, tail tucked, whining softly.
Volunteer Jessica was in the room. "Rocky wasn't being aggressive - he was terrified. You could see it in his whole body. He thought Carlos leaving meant being abandoned again."
Carlos froze. After a long moment, he knelt back down. Rocky immediately climbed into his lap, still trembling. "What's his story?" Carlos asked.
Jessica explained: Rocky had been surrendered twice, both times by owners who said they'd "be right back" and never returned. He doesn't trust that people come back anymore.
Carlos sat on that floor for another hour before saying, "I can't leave him thinking I'm another person who's going to disappear on him."
He filled out the adoption papers that afternoon. This morning, he sent us a photo - Rocky sprawled across Carlos's couch, all four legs stretched out, finally convinced someone is staying for good.
@patriotgam78247@greglaurie So sad you would have that much vitriol for another human being, a child of God whether on their way to the death chamber or sitting in church, still a child of God.
Pray for the persecuted Christians in Nigeria. Pray that President @realDonaldTrump will put pressure on the Muslim president of Nigeria to protect innocent Christians who are being butchered by radical followers of Islam. This pastor said, “I know what it means to stand before grieving families whose only crime was refusing to deny Jesus Christ…Now they say I will be next. But I ask the world, what is my crime?”
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This was filmed last Thursday afternoon at Animal Rescue in Mississippi.
The dog lying in the corner is a four-year-old tan
Retriever mix named Maple. The two small puppies in the cardboard box are hers.
Maple came into Gulf Coast three weeks ago as a stray picked up near the Port of Biloxi. She was thin and clearly had recently been nursing. The intake team suspected she had puppies somewhere nearby but searches of the area came up empty.
For three weeks, Maple lay in her kennel in a way the staff described as "not quite present." Ate enough to stay healthy. Accepted gentle handling. But mostly kept her head down and stayed quiet. The volunteers who worked her kennel talked about her in the break room. Something about her stillness was different from ordinary shelter sadness. It felt like waiting.
Ten days ago, a family in Ocean Springs found two small puppies under their back deck. About six weeks old. Brought them to Gult Coast. Standard intake. No connection was made immediately.
Then a sharp-eyed volunteer named Tess was reviewing intake photos and noticed the puppies' coloring. The shape of their ears. She pulled Maple's intake paperwork and compared.
She brought it to the shelter director, a man named Gary.
Gary said: "Tess came into my office and laid both files side by side on my desk and didn't say anything.
She just looked at me. I looked at the photos. And I said, 'Let's do a introduction and see what happens.'"Tess carried the puppies to Maple's kennel in a small cardboard box.
The security camera was already running.
Maple was lying in the corner with her head down, the same way she'd been lying for three weeks. Tess set the box on the floor and opened the flaps. The puppies tumbled out, unsteady and curious.
Maple lifted her head.
She stared.
One second. Two.
Then she was on her feet. Moving fast. She covered both puppies in frantic licks, nose pushing into each of them, checking, circling, pressing them close. The puppies climbed over her legs, pawing at her face.
Maple's tail moved faster than any of the staff had ever seen it move.
Tess had to leave the kennel because she couldn't stop crying.
Gary told us: "Three weeks of that quiet stillness. And then in about four seconds she was a completely different dog. She knew immediately. Knew them instantly. It was the most remarkable thing I've ever witnessed in eight years of running this shelter."
Maple and the puppies are now in a foster home together while the puppies grow old enough for adoption. Maple eats full meals now. Plays. Greets the fosters at the door in the mornings.
The foster, a woman named Rosa, told us: "She's a completely different dog with them here. Like she finally exhaled after three weeks of holding her breath."
The puppies will be adopted when they're ready. The rescue is hoping to find Maple her own home at the same time.
Some kinds of waiting are too deep for words. But the ending, when it finally comes, is unmistakable.
Will Roberts, the Alabama boy who was fighting cancer, has died.
Will entered the gates of Heaven after taking his final breath at 1245 am central time.
“Me, Jason, Charlie, granny, and my dad gathered around his bed and loved on him until the doctors could get everything together to prepare and remove the oxygen and increase sedation. Once that time came, me and Jason were the only ones with him when he took his last breath,” his mother said.
“Our story with Will didn't end today. It simply changed chapters. We will spend the rest of our lives making sure the world knows who Will was, what God did through Will's life, and how one fifteen-year-old changed more lives than most people ever will.”
What an inspiration this boy was. We will miss you, Will.
This happened on day at Hospital in Denver, Colorado. The officer in the bed is Officer Daniel
Park, Denver Police K9 Unit. The dog is Axel, his four-year-old Belgian Malinois partner. Five days ago, Officer Park and Axel responded to a robbery in progress. During the confrontation, Park was shot in the shoulder. Axel was right there. Saw his partner go down. Stood over Park and wouldn't let anyone near him—not even other officers—until paramedics convinced him they were helping. Park was rushed into surgery. Spent five days in recovery. Hospital policy says no animals. But the K9 unit pushed hard.
Axel hadn't eaten since Park went down. Wouldn't work with any other handler. Just paced and whined constantly. The hospital made an exception yesterday. Watch the footage. Park is propped up in bea. You can see the bandages on his shoulder. The door opens. Axel walks in with Sergeant Kim holding his leash. Axel sees Park and just stops. Stares. Like he can't believe it. Park reaches out his good arm.
"Hey, boy. Come here." Axel bolts across the room.
Jumps onto the bed. But look how careful he is. He positions himself across Park's chest, deliberately avoiding the shoulder injury. Park wraps his arms around Axel and starts crying. Axel tucks his head under Park's chin and doesn't move. Park's nurse told us: "We don't normally allow dogs in recovery rooms.
But watching that reunion, I understood completely.
That dog needed to know his partner was alive." Axel stayed for thirty minutes. When it was time to go, he refused to get off the bed. They had to use his favorite toy to coax him down. Park gets released tomorrow. Goes home to Axel. Sometimes the only thing that matters is knowing your partner is still breathing.
Saddened by the passing of Dr. Alexander Metherell, the expert on Jesus' crucifixion who I interviewed for The Case for Christ, but heartened by the fact that he's now with the crucified Christ who redeemed & transformed him. A brilliant doctor/engineer and faithful man of God.
Sen. John Fetterman tells Zohran Mamdani to "fix a pothole," blasting the NYC mayoral candidate for weighing in on foreign policy:
“Now you have the mayor of a city. You’re a mayor, dude. You’re a mayor. You can fix a pothole. You can take out the trash. But you can’t order people to arrest anybody any more than I could. I couldn’t have him arrested if he came to Pennsylvania. It’s a joke, and he’s a clown. He also said that Netanyahu is not welcome in New York. You can’t say that any more than I can say, ‘Mayor, you’re not welcome in Pennsylvania.’ So sit down. I know you’re a clown, and you’re just going to pander to the fringe because that’s part of your base. I know you’re angry at Netanyahu because he killed a lot of people you admire, whether it’s Sinwar, Nasrallah, or Qaani in Iran. He’ll only criticize the prime minister of Israel, but he never criticizes Hamas. He never criticizes Hezbollah or Iran. I’ve never heard the mayor condemn Iran for killing 30,000 or 40,000 of its own young people who were simply asking for democracy in their country.”
I am grateful to all our doctors, nurses, and Disaster Assistance Response Team members working in Venezuela to bring hope and healing to earthquake survivors in need of medical care. #PRAY