Lumberjack

Let’s not pretend this part matters.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@TheMuppetPastor How, though? You don’t have cartilage.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@GadSaad Zero SEC Championships though

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@manhattanmaker I’m not falling for this thirst trap.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.

I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.

I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.

Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.

But of course he knew it was me.

What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.

I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.

But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.

Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.

I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”

But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.

I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.

They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.

One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.

I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?

Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.

Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.

I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@jsrrayburn @igarglewithfire Yes. And snuggles

[Suffy 🦢 @drsuffy]

Sorry but I'm going to fully disagree here.

Cheating or pulling side "pieces" isn't a flex and one I won't ever take part of. I may be a retarded racist, but I don't break my word on my other half.

It's not tough, or strong, or rad to be pulling side bitches. That's the easy part.

The hard part is sticking with someone through thick and thin and understanding the struggles of maintaining it.

Lifetime commitments are that, lifetime. And a whole lotta people aren't capable of handling that. Takes a lot of strength to do lifetime, and that's where real strength comes from.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@JonnyMicro @SouthernKeeks Sir, did you really do the math?

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@JonnyMicro “Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

[Jack @jackunheard]

NEW: A family who lives on a compound is going viral after giving their daughter a GoPro as she runs over to “Papa’s” house to show him her new boots.

After a few falls and stops to pick flowers along the way, she finally makes it ❤️

The world needs more content like this.

Living on a compound with family is the ultimate goal.

IG: isabellastricklandd

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@guypbenson https://t.co/en1WLNbuyP

[David Burge @iowahawkblog]

If only there was a 250 year old empirical social science that could have predicted this astonishing result
https://t.co/y0PzuhS6jt

[Peter Schiff @PeterSchiff]

Taxing non-income-producing property is wrong. Homeowners should not be forced to work to pay "rent" to the government for the privilege of living in their own homes. Property taxes should only be levied on income-producing property, as the income provides a means to pay the tax.

[Bridget Phetasy @BridgetPhetasy]

@peterrhague Worry is praying to the wrong God.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@noneya8810 @farmingandJesus I know he’s talking to me. 😬

[Allie Beth Stuckey @conservmillen]

I really don’t like hearing non-Christians talk about Easter as if it’s some abstract allegory. It’d be better not to talk about it at all.

Good Friday isn’t about sacrifice. It’s about Jesus’s sacrifice. God-made-flesh shed his blood on the cross for our sins, so that by grace through faith we could be forgiven and reconciled to God.

Acts 4:12: “And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.”

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@wil_da_beast630

[Jeremiah Knight @iamrjknight]

Unbelief is not a small weakness. It is the root from which anxiety grows. When God’s Word is not trusted, the heart has no place to rest, and it begins to carry what it was never meant to carry. Anxiety rises when we look at our circumstances as though God were absent, or as though His promises were uncertain. But He has already spoken clearly. “Do not be anxious for anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God” (Philippians 4:6). That command is not given lightly. It rests on the certainty that God is both willing and able to care for His people.

Jesus pressed this further when He spoke about daily needs. Food, clothing, tomorrow, all the things that weigh on the mind. He did not deny those needs. He exposed the heart behind the worry. “But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith” (Matthew 6:30). Anxiety reveals where faith is weak, where the soul has shifted its trust from God to its own ability to control outcomes.

The answer is not to pretend anxiety is not there. The answer is to bring it into the light of God’s character and promises. When faith takes hold of who God is, sovereign, faithful, unchanging, the grip of anxiety begins to loosen. Not because life becomes easy, but because the heart is no longer relying on itself. “Casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you” (1 Peter 5:7).

So the issue is not merely emotional. It is theological. Where unbelief grows, anxiety multiplies. But where trust in God is strengthened, the soul begins to find rest.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@nogooddeed2 I gotta commit to leg day now

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@redsteeze @jarvis_best I assume the fires are for you heathens to light your marijuana cigarettes.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@JonnyMicro Thanks for the update. Glad everything went well for her. We’ll pray for a gentle recovery too.

[Lumberjack @Lumberjx]

@AThinksAloud @WholeFoods At least they’re trying - I think