Christian!โ๏ธTHANK YOU JESUS! โ๏ธ๐
Jesus Saves! โคโ๏ธโค
๐บ๐ธPatriot to the Core!๐บ๐ฒ
DO NOT FOLLOW ME TO ASK FOR BUSINESS OF ANY KIND!!!
โI wouldnโt trade my name, however small, thatโs written there beyond the stars in that celestial hall, for all the famous names on earth or the glory that they share.
Iโd rather be an unknown here and have my name up there.โ
โ Jim Caviezel
(tbn_official on TT)
Billy and Ruth Graham were brought together by their love for God. After meeting at Wheaton College in 1940, both committed their lives to serving the Lordโa commitment that continued into their marriage. As Billy traveled across continents sharing the Gospel, he often drew strength from knowing Ruth was at home faithfully caring for their children and shaping a Godly home.
While Billy regularly wrote detailed letters during long periods of travel, Ruth often expressed her love in poetry. Over the years, she wrote dozens of poems that captured her devotion, gratitude, and reflections on life with Billy. Like any marriage, theirs experienced seasons of closeness and distance, joy and sorrow. In a note to her beloved husband in 1978, Ruth wrote:
A dream fulfilled โฆ
To walk with you
through all these years,
through every kind
of weather,
and walk into
the setting sun
still loving
and โฆ together.
For nine months, my wife Brooklyn carried our baby boy knowing he was dying. Three months in, they told us he had severe hydrocephalus. Too much fluid crushing his brain. "Off the charts bad," the specialists at Cincinnati Children's said. So extreme they stopped measuring because it didn't matter anymore.
The MRIs were sickening to look at. They said over 90% chance he'd either die right after birth or survive with such severe brain damage that any quality of life was impossible. We had meetings about breathing tubes. About when to remove life support. About letting our son "pass peacefully."
Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati, lived in a hotel near the hospital in case she went into labor. I drove back and forth, working, trying to hold our family together while planning our baby's funeral. On July 8th, fifteen minutes before her C-section, we had another meeting about the breathing tube. About when we'd need to remove it and let him go to Heaven.
Then Charlie came out crying. The sweetest sound I've ever heard.
He stayed in intensive care until yesterday. Now he's home, doing everything babies do. Normal. Beautiful. The doctors have no medical explanation. His brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own, something they've never seen in a case this severe. Nurses with decades of experience kept saying "miracle" and "divine intervention."
Thousands of people were praying for us. Friends, family, strangers, people we'd never met. I'm practical, I believe in science, but I know God was involved in this. I give Him all the credit.
During those endless nights in Cincinnati, I started woodworking in the hotel parking lot just to keep my hands busy, to stop my mind from breaking. Made small toys hoping one day Charlie might hold them. Listed a few things on the Tedooo app where I'd been selling my work, and strangers started buying pieces they didn't need, sending messages saying they were praying for our son. That community held me when I couldn't stand.
Charlie's here. He's alive. Prayer is real, and miracles still happen.
By Amanda Cain
@MAGAVoice ICE NEEDS TO VISIT MEXICAN GROCERY STORES WHERE MOST OF THE STAFF CANNOT SPEAK ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!!!
Why should I, as an American, be made to feel ignorant because I don't speak spanish, but they're in america and cant speak english!!!? ๐คฌ๐คฌ๐คฌ๐คฌ๐คฌ
@StevenErtelt It has come to the point where citizens must enforce the law. Soon we must start putting police who break the law under citizens arrest because they won't enforce our laws. Pam Bondi!