John R Popish

Married to @1cor127 Reaching the lost digitally and helping businesses get locally located. I bring the results. @RiseDM_Omaha check out ext bio

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

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That is all.

God bless all my fellow Americans.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

Beautiful morning for a garden walk with my love.

Made me reflect on how God sees us.

There will always be trouble spots sprinkled with grace in the growth.

We’ll also have moments where the sun hits us just right and we shine.

Over it all is a mysterious divine purpose, guided to its destination by a true faith, a promising hope, and whole lifetime of love.

1,2,3,4 I can’t even count them all.

Miracles.

[Matthew West @matthew_west]

America turns 250 this week 🇺🇸 What a reminder that our greatest hope has never been in a flag, a headline, or a politician. Our hope has always been in God.

So this week, let’s do what we’ve always been called to do: pray.

Pray for our families.
Pray for our neighbors.
Pray for our leaders.

“If My people, who are called by My name, humble themselves, and pray… then I will hear from heaven.” — 2 Chronicles 7:14

#DontStopPraying 🙏

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

And Gods blessings keep coming!

His plans are better! ❤️

[Stacy Popish @1cor127]

I just saw a discourse where one side advocates young motherhood (16-25) and the other side is vehemently opposed to such thought.

Here’s my personal experience.

My mother was 16 when she had my brother, 18 when she had me. She was forced to marry my dad (later divorced), but we grew up with 2 loving families.

I got pregnant at 18, right after I graduated high school. I got married when I was 4 months pregnant to someone I knew for 6 months.

I was registered for college…that plan changed.

I loved being a mother, and although my marriage was extremely difficult, I dedicated my life to my family and, more importantly, to walking with Jesus Christ.

I had 4 kids by the age of 25. After my third daughter, I had a miscarriage and found out I had cervical cancer.

I was told not to get pregnant, but I did get pregnant and the cancer spread during my pregnancy.

Thankfully, I gave birth to my only son, who was healthy in spite of complications from the cancer.

The marriage was toxic(we eventually divorced), but I would have never had children had I followed my plan because I had to have a hysterectomy at 26.

God had a different plan.

God is the life giver.

We make choices, and those choices can alter our course in an instant, but He knows the entirety of your life from beginning to end. None of it is a surprise to Him.

My children are such a huge blessing from God, and I thank Him that I am able to be a mother and grandmother, and that He knew what I didn’t know.

I became a grandmother at 40, and am so thankful that I can enjoy my kids and grandchildren.

God is in control. He knows each of us before we are in our mother’s womb.

Instead of arguing about what the correct age should be to have children, let’s just praise the Lord for each and every child that is conceived!

Because children are a gift from God, to the young and not so young!♥️

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

@1cor127 Those cute fingers tho 🥰

[Dr. Dawn Michael @DawnsMission]

😡 My heart is breaking watching this...

Justice Clarence Thomas just dropped the TRUTH that every American needs to hear. Progressivism isn’t just some harmless idea — it’s a direct assault on the very soul of this country. It wants to replace God-given rights with government-granted privileges. It demands we become weak, subservient, and dependent.

This is an OUTRAGE. I sure do hope that Congress will finally step up and FIX THIS before it’s too late. Justice Clarence Thomas is a TRUE PATRIOT — a man of courage, conviction, and unwavering love for the Constitution and the America our Founders envisioned.

In a time when so many are afraid to speak truth, he stands tall. I am sure that you are just as OUTRAGED over this as I am. If this video moves you like it moved me, share it. Loudly. Our rights don’t come from Washington. They come from God. And no government will ever take that away from us.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

@1cor127 Glitter just falls off you naturally. I call it wifey dust.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

The beauty was never in getting everything right.

The beauty was in being loved
despite getting so much wrong.

Life will leave its marks in you.
On you.
Some deserved.
Some earned.
Some not.

But if you learn forgiveness,
if you pursue truth,
if you love the people God places before you
while you still have the chance,

then when your own moon rises low
over the final field you’ll ever walk,

you will know this…

The greatest tragedy was never losing things.

It was failing to show people
they were loved while there was still time.

And the greatest wisdom
a man can carry home

is that grace is real,
truth is worth seeking,
love is worth risking,
and every breath beneath God’s sky

is a gift that leaves far sooner
than we think.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

Under a Strawberry Moon

Boy,

If I could sit beside you
under a strawberry moon,
with its soft red glow
hanging low above a world
God painted without asking
a single man for permission,
I’d tell you to look longer.

Look at the crooked oak,
the bent fence post,
the scar on your hand,
the wrinkles on your grandfather’s face.

Creation was never about perfection.

The river wanders.
The mountains crack.
The strongest trees lose limbs to storms.

Yet God called it good.

Remember that,
because one day
you’ll discover the hardest thing about being a man
is accepting that you are made of dust
and still expected to love like heaven.

I spent years wrestling ghosts
and calling it strength.

I drank the liquor, chased the tail, inhaled the darkness..
like it was an old friend,
when all it ever really was,
Was a brawler,
waiting outside every door I ever opened,
eager for one more round.

They never solved a thing.

They only borrowed joy from tomorrow
to numb the hurt of today.

And tomorrow…
Always collected.

Life moves faster than any young man believes.

The days seem endless
until suddenly they’re measured
by photographs,
empty chairs,
and names that still echo
through rooms where nobody answers.

There are places in a man’s heart
that time does not repair.

It simply teaches him
how to carry the weight.

Years pass.

The seasons change.

Children become men.

And sometimes a silence settles in
where laughter once lived,
leaving a hollow place
that no amount of wishing
can ever quite fill.

Not because love died.

Because love remains.

That is the burden
and the blessing of it.

I once thought wisdom came from winning.

Now I know it comes from losing.

Losing certainty.

Losing pride.

Losing people.

Losing the version of yourself
you thought would last forever.

The sage is rarely the man
who conquered the world.

More often,
he’s the man sitting quietly beside a fire,
holding the ashes of what he loved,
finally understanding what mattered.

And what mattered
was never the money,
the titles,
the victories,
or proving he was right.

It was the people.

Always the people.

You will hear stories about yourself.

Others will tell you who to love,
who to blame,
who deserves your anger,
and who deserves your trust.

Be careful.

A lie repeated often
can steal years from a man’s life.

The truth requires a lonely walk.

Nobody can make it for you.

You must investigate.
You must seek.
You must ask the difficult questions.

Because when the smoke clears,
you will discover something painful…

Time does not refund itself.

The conversations not had,
the apologies not spoken,
the grace not given

they remain where you left them.

That is why forgiveness matters.

Not because people earn it.

Because none of us do.

Every man you’ve ever met
is fighting a battle
between who he is
and who he wishes he had been.

Every father.

Every son.

Every husband.

Every friend.

Every stranger.

We are all carrying failures
we pray nobody sees.

That is why Jesus went to the cross.

Not because good men needed polishing.

Because broken men needed saving.

Because pride could not heal us.

Because regret could not free us.

Because perfection was never coming.

So God sent mercy instead.

The nails were for our rebellion.

The blood was for our debt.

The resurrection was proof
that even death
does not get the final word.

And if God can forgive a world
that nailed His Son to a tree,
perhaps we can forgive each other
for being human.

Perhaps we can forgive ourselves.

Young man,

Love deeper than feels safe.

Ask one more question.

Make one more phone call.

Sit a little longer at the table.

Listen before believing.

Seek truth before choosing sides.

Put down the bottle, the mouse, the smoking gun…
before it convinces you
it understands your pain.

And when you stand beneath a strawberry moon,
years from now,
with more scars than answers,
remember this:

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

Look what God did tonight.

Only a strawberry moon, the lowest hanging moon in the northern hemisphere.

Won’t happen again for another 20 years.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

Today, my wife called unexpectedly during the middle of the workday.

I almost answered with ‘What’s wrong?!’

Thankfully it was only a Level 5 Celebrity Voice Identification Emergency.

Glad we got that sorted out before someone mistook Bryan Cranston for Mel Gibson again.

I will surely sleep well tonight.

[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

Nailed it. 💯

[Mistress Dividend @mistressdivy]

“If you want to hate America, watch the news. If you want to love America, drive through it”

~German World Cup fan

[Joshua Garrison @Bearded_Bigot]

I bring home a trapped coyote and let it loose in the kitchen.

Hackles up. Teeth bared. Pissing on the floor.

My wife says, "Get it out."

I tell her that is a very unwelcoming and unchristian way to speak about a future house pet.

The children back into the hallway.

I tell them it's a rescue.
I tell them fences are fear.
I tell them cages are barbaric.
I tell them the old rules were cruel.
I tell them it will domesticate in time.

Then I grab my lunchbox and leave them to live with my principles.

When I get home, there is blood on the floor, and the experts who sold me on compassion are already explaining why nobody could have seen this coming.

Anyway, that's Western migration policy.

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

@BooksTiffany @1cor127 Thanks!!

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

@ImJimR87 Thx Jim

[John R Popish @Jaker627]

@RyanTGaiser @1cor127 Thx Ryan!

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@WallWatchmanRC Thx Rick!

[Stacy Popish @1cor127]

Don’t ruin your witness for Jesus Christ! Don’t be one way around fellow believers and another way around unbelievers.

If you blend in with the world, you aren’t set apart in Christ.

Compromising with the wicked completely pollutes your witness for Jesus Christ.