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Romans 10:13
For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord WILL BE SAVED.
If you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, YOU WILL BE SAVED. Romans 10:9
Iām watching Trump Live Right now and can only focus on his hat. How much could I make on eBay for it?!šš¤·āāļø
Fb is my high school years all over again. Never visit fb but mom sent me a link and I refreshed. Never liked this girl. We clashed. I was polite.
The boat just came in and is loaded with shrimp. If youāre in the Galveston area, reserve your bag. Fresh, never frozen. I grew up eating off his families boat. Best shrimp ever.
If your in Houston or below, order now. Never frozen. facebook.com/share/r/18em4vdā¦
I hate Fb. Donāt know how to operate it but if you want fresh shrimp Never frozen, call that number. We went to high school together. I live in Houston and can get only pre- frozen shrimp. Itās like gnawing the edges off a tire. Wish he would ship. Maybe he does. Idk. Heās my only ex from high school as I wasnāt allowed to date. So kinda weird being like- oh, hey jb can you ship a bag to my house? This is how I grew up. Fresh meat off the boats. Never frozen. Sorry for the video. Not in the mood to edit.
"Lately, my feed has been a whirlwindāshifting from politics to soccer, then pivoting right back to faith and everything in between. It's a reminder that we shape our own digital worlds simply by leaning into what we love. To be honest, the political noise wears on me; itās a battleground I wasn't built for. But it makes me deeply grateful that there are still good, resilient souls out there willing to stand in the gap. Thank you for being one of them, and for fighting to protect families like mine."
I will never stop believing in the beauty of the ānuclear familyā š³ļøāš. They may have tried to claim MY Godās rainbow, but they will never erase what it truly represents. I will never forget, and I have made sure to teach my son its meaning, too. š
My Korean Maltese with papers who was on an airplane and traveled with a human from South Korea is here with me through a blessing from God. The original owner couldnāt take care of her and I just found her on Craigslist and was in shock. Half priced. I was searching for fish and she popped up. Only 5 months old. Yes. Iām coming today to pick her up. Sheās breeding with my beautiful American male with a prestigious blood line in the next couple months. Iāve waited 4 years for this until she was ready. Sheās finally ready. My male is up for the task at 14 going on 15 yrs old. These babies will be top notch in bloodlines. Keeping bloodlines pure is essential.
I have a back up Iāve never neutered incase my alpha died. But my alpha is still standing his ground because I feed him real human food. No farmers maker none of that trash. Just beef veggies and rice. I make it in a huge crockpot and feeds my dogs for an entire month. One day is all it takes to make real food for your dogs. 2 hours max. Itās joyable. And I hate cooking. But for my dogs itās an entirely different level. I know they are getting real food and will live longer ā¤ļø. My hubs actually eats it with salt on it. I donāt salt my dogs food. They donāt need that.
She will have only one or two babies. Iāll keep them. If she has a male will breed with my other female American Maltese when he comes of age. OMGawd. Iām about to have a litter blast of the highest quality bloodline. Iām so ready. My female and male have had over 7 litters already so not a novice. Open the blood sack and throw it out before she can eat it because she throws it up later. Iāve spent many hours in labor with her. Iām exhausted at the end. 10-20 hours of labor. And her breeding with my Korean/ American male and the other offspring (no blood ties). OMG. Gorgeous. Never breed the same bloodlines.
My sister has the voice of many angels. She would practice in our church growing up and wouldnāt allow anyone in there so I closed the doors and pretended like I left. But I sat by the doors while she practiced. I was in tears. Worshipping God. Her voice was like the sound of whispering waters. So delicate but then high and low. I wished all my life that God gave me that gift but alas, I donāt have it. We donāt talk much in our older age. I asked a few months back one day ā have you started singing againā. She was shocked I asked because she actually has. But she would need the house to herself to remember her vocal cords. I just said ānever stop singing Marieā. Oh her voice. Like feathers floating in the wind. So soft and fragile but when to need to be strong it was the sound of many waters. Blasting.
I had to give my dads eulogy when he died. Mom was too weak and my sister was pregnant but recorded a song before I had to go up. I was in tears but had to suck all that in to be strong and not cry. I was in Bible college at this time earning my masters in divinity so I knew Hebrew. Dad always thought Hebrew was the language in heaven. I was like dad no, in heaven we just think it and we speak without words. Anyhow. I spoke it in English and transcribed it to Hebrew just for him. I never shed a tear on the stage. Idk till this day how I gained that strength. The room was packed- people were lined outside. About 300. How was I going to give this speech after hearing my sister sing? Wasnāt expecting that many emotions. I just went on as he is still alive because he is. Heās more alive than me and you or my son. Heās with God. Walking and talking with Jesus. That was my strength.
My dad- Elijah never got to know him. Catching a fish on grannies lake. I often wonder how different my sonās life would be with my dad around. He was a true man. Full of grit. Fixed all things himself and taught me and my sister. Was a police officer turned pastor. He actually worked mowing lawns with mom to keep the church open. I made them lunch as they came home so tired from the heat then dinner as they would go back out and mow lawns. All our money poured into the church to keep it open so my sister and I had to start work early at 12 yrs old working for our school clothes. No laws on the beach at that time. Police looked away. It was a great time to be alive.
I had to give my dads eulogy when he died. Mom was too weak and my sister was pregnant but recorded a song before I had to go up. I was in tears but had to suck all that in to be strong and not cry. I was in Bible college at this time earning my masters in divinity so I knew Hebrew. Dad always thought Hebrew was the language in heaven. I was like dad no, in heaven we just think it and we speak without words. Anyhow. I spoke it in English and transcribed it to Hebrew just for him. I never shed a tear on the stage. Idk till this day how I gained that strength. The room was packed- people were lined outside. About 300. How was I going to give this speech after hearing my sister sing? Wasnāt expecting that many emotions. I just went on as he is still alive because he is. Heās more alive than me and you or my son. Heās with God. Walking and talking with Jesus. That was my strength.
My son went fishing in our lake again. We throw back because itās a man made lake and idk the water quality. Otherwise Iād be chopping
That head off and skinning it like granny taught me.
He caught one so big one time it took his entire line and pole. We went bike riding the next day and saw someone had put the dead fish with his pole down at one of the docks. It was 3xs this size. Everyone was like wow. I didnāt say a word. Was worried I would get in trouble by some animal lunatic. I couldnāt stop laughing. Elijah and I knew.
I just always dump my left over food in the lake for the fish. Itās way over stocked and sometimes we have fishing days where we all come out to catch the largest fish. But idk. Eating a fish from my back door lake?š¤Æ. So many things blowing my mind- like after mowing and such it all goes in the lake. I even put my dog poo from
The back yard in the lake. I donāt want to eat that and so many houses IDK what they dump in either. GRANNY had a real lake. So the fish were good For eating every single time.
One of my fish in my tank was dying. I had him over ten years. I had two options. Let him die in my tank or put him in our lake in the backyard and hope for the best. I chose option two. One day, a couple months later, the lake was clear. I could see the floor. I started to feed the fish with dry dog food (granny taught me that) and he came up and i saw him in all his glory. I ran to my neighbors to grab their pool cleaner net to try and capture him. I couldnāt. He would hide under the dock. At least I know heās alive and well. I called him Burt because I had a female and called her Earnie. She passed way before he did. I let her pass in my tank. I miss him. He would watch me all the time waiting for me to watch him and swim all over my tank dancing in all his beauty