Sunday March 12th – Open Thread

Tomb of the Unknown ChristmasOur Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.

For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen †

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136 Responses to Sunday March 12th – Open Thread

  1. dogsmaw says:

    Heres a cartoon 🙂

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  2. I’ve been listening to this song all day

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  3. citizen817 says:

    I love this song for Legal Immigrants

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    • justfactsplz says:

      Love, love Neil Diamond. My daughters were on a professional dance team back in the day and performed to this song. I saw Neil Diamond in concert once and he puts on a great show.

      Liked by 6 people

    • JoAnn Leichliter says:

      I really like it, too.

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    • Chuck says:

      I saw Neil Diamond at a halloween night show a bunch of years ago and the first 4 rows of fans were wearing this outfit.

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    • Wavetheshales says:

      Here’s a song also for/about legal immigrants (and emigrating to Heaven which is the main point), sung by Tenneesse Ernie Ford. (I don’t think illegals were meant here…..). Great hymn, “Wayfaring Stranger”. Have a blessed Sunday.

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  4. NewNonna!! says:

    I would like to thank God for the safe delivery and birth of my first grandchild six hours ago. Mother and child are well, thank You, God. New dad did well, too. 😊

    With all the crazy, evil, sad events that take place every day, in the USA and around the world, we are given the gift of new life and new beginnings every day, too. Amazing. Thank You, God!

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    • Gil says:

      Congratulations!

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      • maiingankwe says:

        Yay! New Nonna, so very happy for all of you. Babies are such perfect miracles and truly a gift from God.
        So, is it a boy or girl? Please do tell.
        I have a feeling baby is going to be wonderfully spoiled with lots of love.
        Congratulations to all.

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    • usnveteran says:

      NewNonna!! ~
      Praise the Lord!!!!
      Congratulations!!!
      😀

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    • toriangirl says:

      Congratulations! God is good! I know you have to be over the MOON! My Mom says that she wished she had her grandbaby first. 🙂

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    • Minnie says:

      God bless the new family and best wishes to the new Nonna and Grandpa 🙂 what a wonderful world ❤

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    • NewNonna!! says:

      O, thank you, everybody. Your congratulations and prayers mean a great deal to me.

      My dignified, gentle, and obedient-to-The Lord-to-the-end, father passed after a couple of years of illness and decline early December of ’16. As he lay in hospice for the last 10 hours of his life, unresponsive, I tearfully told him that I’d miss him terribly, but that he’d meet his first great grandchild (from his first grandchild, my first child, my son) before any of us here awaiting the birth (with a due date towards the third week of March). And I choked out my desire for him to please watch over the baby until he/she was born, and then for the rest of his/her life.

      Baby surprised us and came early. His beautiful momma’s last day of class (my DIL is a HS teacher) was this past Friday. Her water broke 15 minutes before the end of the school day. 🤗 Obviously, this baby wasn’t giving mom any days to await his/her arrival after beginning her maternity leave.

      The sweet baby was born as evening approached last night. A truly perfect, beautiful boy. My husband and I drove 2 hours each way to visit momma, daddy and new baby today, and my better half and I agree that today was the happiest day of our lives.

      The calm, sweet baby was named after his daddy, with my dad’s middle name given as the baby’s middle name. My dad WILL be with this child every day of his life.

      I sent my son a text after we returned home that my dad would be so touched by his decision. And that if I could explain how my dad touched my son’s life, I’d copy the seemingly magical formula he had in order to touch HIS son’s life the same way.

      Just minutes later it came to me. I understand my dad’s secret… to being the kind, warm, non-aggressive but strong man we always knew him to be. In his day in and day out encounters with not only his children and then his grandchildren but with all he came in contact with wherever he went, he touched people in a magical way. Everyone who met or spent time with him felt his magical way. Not one person had anything but kind remembrances of speaking with or being somewhere with him. What was it?? I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then something happened and it all made sense.

      He was humble. Just a humble man. A gentle, humble man. Strong, parental, no non-sense when he had to be, but humble.

      I am friendly, I am kind, I think of others (having been taught to walk in anothers’ shoes before judging, aka The Golden Rule) and many other positive words could describe me. But I am not as humble as my dad was. Or at least I wasn’t.

      Because my eyes have been opened to the reality of what meekness looks like. My dad is before my mind’s eye now, more clearly than ever before.

      It took my dad and my son and my grandson to teach me what I’ve never been able to put my finger on before. Thank you, Dad. It started with you as the first man in my life.

      God bless you, and while you are enjoying your reward in Heaven for the fruits of your labor for The King while on Earth, remember to come for me when it’s my time like I asked you at your last hours. I’ll be changed some, but please come for me. I’ll be reflecting Him just a little more because of your example. I’m going to reflect for my grandson what you did for yours.

      Thanks again, my Deplorable Treepers.
      Thank you, Dad. Thank you, my son.
      And especially, Thank You, God!

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  5. joshua says:

    daylight savings time changeover

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  6. Wisconsam says:

    All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name

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  7. Garrison Hall says:

    Sigh . . . Texas . . .

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  8. nimrodman says:

    Ain’t modern feminism just grand?

    “… reducing the number of cars on the road is a gender issue because their prevalence in Swedish cities results in men taking space away from women.

    “Cars are driven largely by men so by giving a lot of space to cars; we’re giving a lot of space to men — at the expense of women …”

    Swedish Minister: Reducing Car Numbers a ‘Gender Equality Issue’ as They’re ‘Driven Mostly by Men’
    http://www.breitbart.com/london/2017/03/10/sweden-car-feminism-driven-mostly-men/

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  9. TheLastDemocrat says:

    New topic.
    I am kind of getting creeped out by the recent Vault7 wikileak.
    I think of the apparent fact that CIA knew of vulnerabilities in software or whatever, and did not inform the companies – so CIA might be able to exploit that.

    Then, I think about the end of regular TV broadcast, making us all get a box, or a new-style Samsung two-way transceiver TV.

    Then, patriot act, where we all enthusiastically allow govt to monitor all kinda data on our privacy,

    Then, again where there was no problem to solve, you cannot simply get a $3 replacement car key carved, but you need a chip key for $90, or $300.

    Then, an outsider runs for president and is opposed by his own party as well as the opposition.

    What is going on here? How long might it take to get answers on any of this? When will insiders start talking?

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  10. TheLastDemocrat says:

    Wha? Michael Brown had drug trade deal with convenience store owner, and got upset abt deal not being respected? My head hurts. And I am about to lose an hour.
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4305354/Video-sheds-new-light-Michael-Brown-case.html

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    • justfactsplz says:

      That doesn’t surprise me. He was very angry with that store clerk so I can imagine he went ballistic with the store owner over the drug deal. It’s terrible how officer Darren’s whole career and life have been negatively affected over that big thug.

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    • citizen817 says:

      Not the owner of the store. So he was dealing a little weed to the clerk.
      Still not a reason to disobey a police officer and charge at him. Thug life.

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    • nimrodman says:

      Yeah maybe, maybe not.

      Didn’t a robbery call go out over police radio?

      Wasn’t there controversy about when in time Officer Johnson got the call?

      Whether after 1st interaction, then got the call, then pulled them up short a 2nd time?

      If a robbery call went out, who reported it as a robbery? Store clerk? Bystander?

      Seems like a lot of excuse-making to explain away what was reported to be a robbery at the time and make it seem like something other than a robbery. Post hoc.

      Not necessarily buying it.
      YMMV

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      • AghastInFL says:

        If I had understand correctly, we are now to believe, instead of a robbery, it was just another drug deal gone bad? Michael Brown is just one more dealer, not a thief?Somehow this exonerates his memory?
        Regardless how the virtue signaling crowd twist the 1:00am video, it does not excuse the strong arm tactics seen in the later video, or the confrontation in the street which followed.

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    • dogsmaw says:

      The enterprise “michael brown” must need new infusion of funds, where’s the video?

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    • auscitizenmom says:

      It really doesn’t matter. Brown was still a criminal and this would just mean that the store owner is a criminal, too. It doesn’t excuse what Brown did to Darren. He attacked him. Now he’s dead. End of his story.

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  11. duchess01 says:

    Verse of the Day

    “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”
    Acts 4:12 (KJV)

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  12. duchess01 says:

    Thank You, Jesus, for blessings received and prayers answered!

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    • Wavetheshales says:

      AMEN!

      My son and I were discussing John 14 last night, as my mother is at the end and I want to read just a few verses to her. I was thinking of 14:28, and 14:1-4. My son said, John 1:6

      6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

      Interesting that it’s the same as Acts 4:12. GOD Bless.

      Here’s a Hymn that talks about where we should aim to go.

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      • Wavetheshales says:

        There’s an earlier version by him at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRhpHZ85Ozk .

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      • duchess01 says:

        Thanks, Wave, for sharing your loving thoughts – using the Word of God to comfort is a blessing for both you, your son, and your mother – God Bless You!

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        • Wavetheshales says:

          Thanks, and GOD Bless. My Mom just passed, and though she couldn’t talk (on oxygen) she could hear that Jesus is the Way and the Truth and the Life (John 14:6).
          We’d talked about it before, and she accepted Jesus. She passed peacefully, so I think she’s with HIM.

          I can kind of understand the journey that Ma’iingankwe has been through. It’s hard,
          but knowing that Jesus is at the end of the journey, waiting, is reassuring, and a blessing
          (John 14:1-4). All sorts of hymns are going through my mind right now (especially all the ones Tenneesse Ernie Ford has sung). Blessed Assurance, What a Friend We Have in Jesus, May The Lower Lights Be Burning, The Old Rugged Cross. Also, Life Is Like A Mountain Railway….. I just pray the rest of that side of the family are saved……
          that hurts the worst of all……

          Thanks for your daily posts. They are a blessing and a comfort.

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          • duchess01 says:

            Oh, Wave – I am so sorry – I lost my mom last year – still very clear in my mind – Jesus is near to you right now – I pray He will send comforting angels your way as well – God be with you in these trying times – in the precious and holy name of Jesus – I pray – Amen!

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            • Wavetheshales says:

              Thank you and GOD Bless you. Since they’re saved, our losses are their gain.
              Hard to look at it that way just now, but it’s true. Thanks again……

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          • NewNonna!! says:

            O, thank you, everybody. Your congratulations and prayers mean a great deal to me.

            My dignified, gentle, and obedient-to-The Lord-to-the-end, father passed after a couple of years of illness and decline early December of ’16. As he lay in hospice for the last 10 hours of his life, unresponsive, I tearfully told him that I’d miss him terribly, but that he’d meet his first great grandchild (from his first grandchild, my first child, my son) before any of us here awaiting the birth (with a due date towards the third week of March). And I choked out my desire for him to please watch over the baby until he/she was born, and then for the rest of his/her life.

            Baby surprised us and came early. His beautiful momma’s last day of class (my DIL is a HS teacher) was this past Friday. Her water broke 15 minutes before the end of the school day. 🤗 Obviously, this baby wasn’t giving mom any days to await his/her arrival after beginning her maternity leave.

            The sweet baby was born as evening approached last night. A truly perfect, beautiful boy. My husband and I drove 2 hours each way to visit momma, daddy and new baby today, and my better half and I agree that today was the happiest day of our lives.

            The calm, sweet baby was named after his daddy, with my dad’s middle name given as the baby’s middle name. My dad WILL be with this child every day of his life.

            I sent my son a text after we returned home that my dad would be so touched by his decision. And that if I could explain how my dad touched my son’s life, I’d copy the seemingly magical formula he had in order to touch HIS son’s life the same way.

            Just minutes later it came to me. I understand my dad’s secret… to being the kind, warm, non-aggressive but strong man we always knew him to be. In his day in and day out encounters with not only his children and then his grandchildren but with all he came in contact with wherever he went, he touched people in a magical way. Everyone who met or spent time with him felt his magical way. Not one person had anything but kind remembrances of speaking with or being somewhere with him. What was it?? I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then something happened and it all made sense.

            He was humble. Just a humble man. A gentle, humble man. Strong, parental, no non-sense when he had to be, but humble.

            I am friendly, I am kind, I think of others (having been taught to walk in anothers’ shoes before judging, aka The Golden Rule) and many other positive words could describe me. But I am not as humble as my dad was. Or at least I wasn’t.

            Because my eyes have been opened to the reality of what meekness looks like. My dad is before my mind’s eye now, more clearly than ever before.

            It took my dad and my son and my grandson to teach me what I’ve never been able to put my finger on before. Thank you, Dad. It started with you as the first man in my life.

            God bless you, and while you are enjoying your reward in Heaven for the fruits of your labor for The King while on Earth, remember to come for me when it’s my time like I asked you at your last hours. I’ll be changed some, but please come for me. I’ll be reflecting Him just a little more because of your example. I’m going to reflect for my grandson what you did for yours.

            Thanks again, my Deplorable Treepers.
            Thank you, Dad. Thank you, my son.
            And especially, Thank You, God!

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            • Ad rem says:

              NewNonna!!…..so sorry your comment was held up. I found it our spam bin. 😦

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              • NewNonna!! says:

                O, thank you Ad rem. I was confused when I didnt see it and misguidedly reposted it because it was still in the Leave a Reply box when I went to reply to another comment. Sorry. And is it me and my devise or is the typing slow tonight on your end? Sorry anyway. Thanks for all you do for us Deplorable Treepers.

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          • NewNonna!! says:

            I’m so sorry for your loss. God bless you at this difficult time. 🙏🏼

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  13. maiingankwe says:

    Hello good Treepers. I had written a few weeks back of my Father’s passing, and I would just like to share a few things. I’d like to say this will be short and sweet, but knowing me that’s just not going to happen. So it’s okay if you just skip on by, there won’t be any hurt feelings. It’s just that a few have been asking how I’ve been doing, so I’d thought I’d share it all at once instead of individually where I might accidentally repeat some things.

    My Fathers funeral was March 2nd with the viewing shortly beforehand. Im not much of a funeral person, I don’t much like them, I guess I’m like a lot of people in that way. However, I was really moved by this one. The opening hymn was my favorite, Amazing Grace, I have always loved that song, it’s always moved me. The reverend said The Prayer For Peace, Psalm 121, special music by Vince Gill, Go Rest High Up On The Mountain, First Reading of Isiah 61: 1-6, Second reading of Revelation 22: 1-5, Holy Gospel of John 11: 21-27 followed by the Hymn, I Know That My Redeemer Lives.

    I think it helped that the reverend was fishing buddies with my Father and they had a history together within and outside of the Lutheran church. He was able to speak from personal experiences and what he hadn’t known he came up and spoke to me during the visitation. I was quite surprised that the questions he had asked me were for part of the ceremony. It made me smile. One of the simpler questions was when my parents were married. I had to take off my Mother’s wedding ring to read the inscription on the inside where my Father had gotten the date put on there for her. I wear the simple, but beautiful gold band with mine. It looks perfect together, complete. I also know I will pass it on to my daughter with our wedding date added to it, there is still room.

    I would like to copy the back of the handout we were given that tells a bit of my Father. I will delete the private information though like his full name and town etc.

    86, died early Monday, February 27, 2017 at the elderly home under Hospice services. He was born May 29,1930. After graduating high school he enlisted in the U.S. Air Force. He proudly served his country for nearly 30 years. During his service, he met and married the love of his wife in Cheltenham, England beginning 49 wonderful years together. He further served as a tail gunner of a B29 during the Korean War and a weatherman afterwards. After retiring from the service he became a Veterans Advocate and worked mostly with Vietnam Veterans. He was on the first original board of the Highgrounds and was instrumental in the development stages to the completion of the Veterans memorial in Neilsville, Wisconsin.

    My iPad is having great difficulty with the typing, so I will go to my phone to finish up. Terribly sorry for making it two posts, but I can barely type.
    Ma’iingankwe

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    • maiingankwe says:

      Okay, much better. A far smaller screen, but I can actually type faster and easier. It was like one letter every second or so, which is very slow if you think how fast you can type, or how slow.

      I added the part of the Highground in Neilsville. I had found a trove of information in an old box with all of my Father’s papers from his service. I hadn’t known this, but he was one of the ones who made sure they had a memorial for the women in service in Vietnam as well. It was the first memorial to do so anywhere in the United States. I had also found correspondence from the lady who was instrumental in getting the women’s memorial in DC. It was fascinating to read the letters and cards and the difficulties they had gone through to get it passed for D.C. I don’t remember the ladies name off the top of my head, but it would be easy enough to look back in the box. As a matter of fact it was two ladies who had done all the work together to get it up and running and the recognition it needed for donations. I was so proud of my Dad for that. You know, being a girl and all. The part he had in making sure Veteran women were recognized at the Neillsville memorial. It was done before the women’s in DC.

      We had a luncheon in the basement of the church afterwards, and it was here where I met a real life, retired republican senator. I think he served 18 years. He came by the family table to tell us a few tales of my Dad and him together. They had been friends for probably forty years in guessing by the history he had discussed.

      One of the stories, Dave Zein, the million mile motorcycle man, and previous Wisconsin senator told us was the writer of the movie, Iwa Jima (sp. wrong), who had John Wayne as their lead actor, came to talk to the man John Wayne was protraying. I guess the man was from Medford, Wisconsin, born and raised. Anyways, as the man was rehashing stories of World War II, my Dad chipped in a few words here and there that had all of them laughing. They were all in an old, log cabin and some strong drink many miles from anything resembling civilization.

      I had wanted to call Dave Zein to get the exact words to the story he had told us at that day at the luncheon and the man’s name from Medford, Wi before I wrote this, but he must be on his bike heading somewhere to give one of his many presentations.

      One can look up his name or type in million mile motorcycle man, and can learn of his colorful history. He rode his bike to the funeral and had the American flag and the, Don’t Tread On Me one as well as a few smaller ones. It was a beautiful Harley.

      In one of the quotes I had read from one of the articles on him had said, “Dave gives everyone he meets an Apache Tear (an obsidian stone) and a business card with scriptures and messages.” He was also declared Wisconsin’s most decorated lawmaker in 2004.

      Well, guess what, he went to give me an Apache Tear, and a number of them had fallen to the ground while he was pulling one out, so he said, “It looks like you being needing more than one.” And wouldn’t let me return any of them. He then proceeded to shine a flashlight through it saying there are some worth over a $1,000 or so for some reason I cannot remember. I don’t plan on selling if they are the special ones, so it doesn’t really matter what the light being shone through them is supposed to do.

      I have to say he was one of the more colorful guests who could tell a good story. I really have to get back to you on the one he told of my Dad, it was really funny and explained who he was in just a few words.

      I was one of the pall bearers for my Dad. The guy at the funeral home for some reason kept trying to talk me out of it to the point I wasn’t happy with him at all afterwards. I had been a pall bearer for my Mom, so there was no way I wasn’t going to be one for my Dad, especially when I could only pick a total of two people out of the seven. I chose my best friend Jerry in Wisconsin and he’d been a pall bearer for my Mom as well. We both knew the drill. There was nothing going to stop either of us. To show what a good friend I have, he woke up at five am with a migraine. He made it. I know his migraines and for him to have carried on could not have been easy. He did say he was a lot better, but still, it usually takes him out for a full day, but he was there at 9:30am till the end. I love that guy. Been best friends for a quarter of a century at least.

      When we got to the burial site there were seven young Soldiers dressed sharp in their Air Force regalia. Further back from them were nine retired Air Force Veterans, one bugle player, one leader, and seven shooters for the 21 Gun Salute. It was the second time that day tears flowed down my face. The first time was when everyone had entered the church and I went to say my respects to my Dad one last time. I was alone until my nephew came up and put his arm around me and we both silently cried. I stared hopelessly into his casket and at a loss because I hadn’t remembered to put something in for his journey. He had his hat, his weatherman tool, and a few other personal odds and ends. I had nothing to give him. It really, really hurt. Still does.

      It was a young, Air Force lady, three stripes I believe, who stood and watched the men unfold and refolf the American flag to hand to my brother, the eldest. She looked directly in my brother’s eyes and spoke from the heart on how it was an honor to be there that day and present him with the flag from the Air Force for my Father’s long and honorable service. I don’t think there was a dry eye standing there in the cold, biting wind.

      I will never forget the tone of her voice, the pain in her eyes at our loss, and the high level of respect she had for my Dad.

      There were all walks of life at my Dad’s funeral. Young and old, rich and poor, educated and uneducated. Clean shaven and full shaggy beards. He touched so many of us in so many ways. He helped hundreds of Veterans if not easily more and had even searched for them far and wide in the great state of Wisconsin and her Northern woods. He never gave up and was always there no matter the time of night or early morning. I heard people talking amongst themselves as I would walk by and would hear, “He helped me in ’86, he helped me in ’78, he helped me when he was retired in ’05.

      I think he helped all of us that were there in some way or another. He was just that kind of guy.

      Be well,
      Ma’iingankwe

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      • Ddanna says:

        What a wonderful story and powerful dedication to your father’s life!

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      • frogstamper says:

        A beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing this.
        May the memory of your father be a continual heart gift to you.
        God bless you in all your days to come.

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      • auscitizenmom says:

        Thank you for sharing.

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      • Janie M. says:

        Ma’iingankwe, you and so many others were blessed to have your father in their lives. I’m very sorry for your loss. In time, you will be reunited. ❤

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        • Wavetheshales says:

          AMEN. Sounds like a life well-lived, and a life well-loved, with a love of the LORD.
          GOD Bless you, and Ma’iingankwe, and the “deplorable Treepers”…..

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        • maiingankwe says:

          Thank you Janie.

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          • Janie M. says:

            Again, maiingankwe, I am sorry your father passed. ❤ It seems last year and this has been heartbreaking for you -your ill friend, Tony (?), Ella's tumor and then the loss of your wonderful dad. My prayers are with you.

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            • maiingankwe says:

              Thank you. You were close, Ponytail Kim. I will say we’ve gotten closer, which is pretty amazing considering he’s my best friend here for over 20 years. A few days ago he said, I know him far too well. It was to do with his grocery shopping and his likes and dislikes and preferences in brands. I even know his sweet tooth. He’s also been sharing more of his past and when he was a kid. He had a rough and tough life for a kid. A funny thing though, he will eat anything put in front of him except cottage cheese no matter how it’s prepared. So at least he’s easy to cook for. Well, if he doesn’t like something he will tell me. The batch of banana bread I made before last wasn’t the usual moist loaf he was used to from me, so of course I heard about it. I’ve never met anyone who will eat anything and everything except one thing. People usually have more than one thing they won’t eat, but not him.

              I’m just worried about him, and right now being awfully selfish in not wanting him to leave us just yet. I couldn’t take it, and I know he knows that. He will fight for awhile longer just for that reason, which is not right or fair to him. When I was gone in Wisconsin for six days, we had been gone seven days before that on our family vacation.

              When I got back the first night and went to see him he told me he was lost without me. I don’t know why, but that didn’t make me feel good. It saddened me really. I also realized how hard it was for him when I would leave every month to see my Dad in the last six months, except Xmas. No matter how hard I tried to set him up while I was gone it just wasn’t the same. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve tried harder, but I’m sure that’s why he never said anything till now.

              I really wish I knew when it would be his time, but that’s not possible, so I will try to brighten his days as often as I can, and I know he’s doing the exact same for me too.

              He’s got this sense of humor that just attracts people to him. He’s real quick with playing on words, and it’s not unusual to have a joke going for days on end. However, he can actually pull it off, and will have me burst out laughing.

              I think I scored big time when it comes to finding a real good friend.

              I didn’t mean to go rattling off again, I was just going to give a quick and warm thank you and leave you alone. He’s just been on my mind a lot today and I’ve spent over an hour on the phone trying to get things done for him. One lady actually thought I was real lawyer, ha! Nope, just his POA. I got a kick out of that though and can’t wait to tell him. He will think up something funny with that somehow someway too.

              I do thank you for your kindness, and I hope I didn’t step on your toes in return. If anything, please know this really helped in writing about it. Things came out I didn’t realize and this helped sort other stuff too.

              Hope you have a fabulous week. Stay smiling,
              Ma’iingankwe

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              • Janie M. says:

                Kim is not blood but he is family to you, Ma’iingankwe – an elder uncle. He is very fortunate and you have a big heart. This came to mind: “Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” (KJV)

                Your love for him is apparent and no, you are NOT stepping on my toes. I understand where you are coming from. You have already suffered one recent major loss and unfortunately, in time, a second one is imminent. You are easing his path which is commendable. It seems he has no immediate family, with the exception of yourself.

                BTW, I think cottage cheese is an acquired taste. On the rare occasion I eat it as a dish, I like it with a chopped tomato or pineapple. I use it in place of ricotta for lasagna, for a frugal alternative. 🙂

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                • maiingankwe says:

                  Ponytail Kim claims he has tried cottage cheese a hundred and one different ways, just ask he says, so I do, knowing it drives him nuts, especially when it will come from out of nowhere. I don’t like the stuff either, but that’s okay. When making lasagna, I’ve actually put ricotta in a blender with a few other things, and it tastes way better, can’t even tell. It’s been a long while since I’ve made it though. I’d have to hunt down my Mom’s recipe.

                  You’re right, Kim doesn’t have any family in our state, and none he communicates with outside. He’s said on multiple occasions I am family, so I don’t even have to knock, I can walk right in. I have to call first, but I don’t have to knock. 🙃

                  He’s also said more so lately that he really appreciates all that I do, and my patience with others in getting things done for him. Doctors, nurses, PCA’s, govt programs etc., I’ve spent hours on the phone for him. He hears all about it when I get off with them, but mostly to keep him up to date with where we are at. He can’t believe I can keep everything straight in my mind. I tell him it was through all the hours I spent studying at the University.

                  So yes, he truly understands all that I do, and he makes a far bigger deal about it than I do. I do it because he’s my friend. And he makes me laugh. A lot.

                  I love our friendship, it means the world to me. It also amazes how different the two of us are and the closeness we’ve always had. People have commented on their head scratching when it comes to the two of us hanging out. Here, you have an old biker guy with a ponytail who used to raise holy hell, and here is a university girl who studied all the dang time. We look and act so different and yet he liked me from the beginning. He took me under his watchful eye and protection from the very start really.

                  He can read a person faster than anyone I’ve ever known, and has only ever been wrong once. Pretty darn good. I always thought he could read a person’s aura, but when I finally got the guts to ask him on something so fu-fu he answered no after I explained what it was to him. He just had to grow up fast and rely on his wits. I still wonder though because it’s so uncanny to be right so many times like he has been.

                  As a bartender paying my way through school, he was true gift late at night, and saved me a few times when he would quietly direct me to keep an eye on so and so who had just walked in.

                  He’s also got this uncanny ability to convince people of the most outlandish and utterly ridiculous things. One late night h had convinced a gaggle of young ladies he would catch the train home, a free ride, a stowaway if you may. He even had it timed that when he had just put his hat and gloves on after zippering up his coat, the train horn had sounded and off he went…running into the cold, winter night.

                  This gaggle of girls were so shocked someone would be willing to dare to jump the tracks they had put him on their pedestal in awe. It was all they could talk about. Of course, I was laughing and smiling knowing he had just like walked about a city block to his log cabin apt. He probably didn’t run more than five feet around the corner.

                  Janie, I’m thinking of coming back to these stories and writing them down in a type of journal. Something I can go back to and remember. I tried to write it in WordPress and became a mess, it was titled something along the lines, “How do you tell your best friends he’s dying?” I couldn’t finish it, and it’s been since last May/June when he was in the hospital and they thought he might not make it.

                  One of the things he is most scared of is dying in an old folks home or hospice. He’s had me swear to never allow it, and to the point I’ve had the agreement of his landlords. He knows and has no doubts whatsoever that I will follow all of his wishes and fight for him till his last breath. He also knows if he is unconscious or is not aware of what is going on, I will still fight for him with the same strength and determination with how he wants things done.

                  There are unfortunately some shady people in his life and we are still working on plan A, B and C with each and every one of them. We have most of it done, but still have some lose ends. I’m just thankful he knows these people and how they work inside out and far better than me. He’s teaching me what I need to know and do though. He’s also witnessed me jump in and make a person stand down who was trying to take over at the hospital. What saved me was having POA. However, it sure didn’t stop them from declaring no one had it and they were in the process of getting it when they knew I had it all along. After I took care of it, I cleaned everything up to the way I know he would’ve wanted it. And even though it was a short time of hell, I’m glad it happened so he can rest easy. He knows I’m a fighter, especially when it’s something or someone I believe in. Most people think I’m easy going and not one to rock the boat, they think I’m sweet.

                  Kim has ribbed me to no end when he found out a group friends of his called me sweet. He says if only they knew me like he did, and then laughs and laughs. I then call him a few bad names, and he will say see? proof right there I’m not so sweet. Grrr…

                  I know I’m going to take his passing really hard, I hope it won’t since I should know the ropes by now, but he’s one of a kind. I will never ever meet another like him. God broke the mold with this one. He’s like a classic car, only gets better with age.

                  What I also like is the respect he and my husband have for each other. There is no jealousy whatsoever. It makes everything easier all the way around. They might not see each other as much, but when they do, you can’t get a word in edgewise. Impossible. Might as well read the newspaper, which I’ve been known to do.

                  Thank you Janie. I think I’m going to start writing in WordPress now. If I can figure it out, I will let you know after I write something. I think this really has helped me out, and realize or remember things I haven’t in awhile.

                  Otherwise, see what happens when you say I’m not stepping on your toes? Line after line, paragraph after paragraph of what some may think is rambling. I don’t think you’d think that though. I’m also typing this with a smile on my face, which feels good by the way. So thank you, you’ve been awesome on this trail. Also know I take great pleasure if not more reading other people’s stories, so if you ever want to let loose, have at it, I’m here for you too.

                  Stay smiling,
                  Ma’iingankwe

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      • NewNonna!! says:

        My dear M,
        Your dad not only served his neighbors and country well, seems he was blessed with a very loving daughter. May your many wonderful memories bring you comfort, and our Lord’s Promise bring you His peace. 🙏🏼
        Thanks for sharing with us all.

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      • WSB says:

        Beautiful, M! God bless!

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  14. Dora says:

    Coronation of Nicholas II of Russia – Valentin Alexandrovich Serov (1896)

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    • maiingankwe says:

      Thank you Dora, I love art. I actually took a picture of it so I could make a jigsaw puzzle from one of my apps on the iPhone.

      Did you notice the three gentlemen looking at the lady rather than watch the coronation? Gotta love these artists.

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  15. Dora says:

    Quite amazing.

    ==

    ISIS Inadvertently Proves Bible Historically Accurate

    One archeologist was quoted as saying that ISIS’s act of “destruction has actually led us to a fantastic find.” A find that shows the Bible to be correct once again.

    http://www.ncregister.com/blog/matthew-archbold/isis-inadvertantly-proves-bible-histoircally-accurate

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  16. WeeWeed says:

    Mornin’ infidels!

     photo a.m.20travel20ban.jpg

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  17. dogsmaw says:

    Persevere – to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly.

    (KJV) Mat 7:7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: Mat 7:8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Mat 7:9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Mat 7:10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? Mat 7:11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? Mat 7:12 Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.

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  18. BakoCarl says:

    His Way

    And now, my life’s near done,
    I’ve run the race, my victory’s won.
    I don’t fear the place I’ll be,
    It’s far better than here for me.

    I’ve lived a life, both good and bad.
    But, fairly young, as a lad,
    I’ve trusted in God’s only Son.
    There’s no other, the Holy One.

    I had ups and downs through my life;
    Not all peace, but not all strife.
    Though I thought I’d planned my way,
    He guided my steps every day.

    Though I’ve failed, more often than not,
    To be like Him, for I’ve been bought,
    I ask for His guidance, every day,
    To think and act, all in His way.

    Man’s way has shown, time and again,
    To lead to failure, a life of sin.
    God’s way is perfect, every way,
    We learn and grow closer each day.

    Life’s ways may lead to more or less,
    But there’s a way that leads to success.
    Not the way that seems right to me,
    But the way he wants me to be.

    Whenever I hear “I did it all,”
    Sooner or later that leads to a fall.
    So I accept that I’m so flawed,
    And give all the glory to God.

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  19. toriangirl says:

    Just a little reminder why we run the race.

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    • frogstamper says:

      Loved this! Especially the piano accompaniment. Thanks!
      Looking forward to meeting you there!

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      • toriangirl says:

        Love your comment! Speaking of piano accompaniment, here is one of my very favorites. It’s Mahalia singing before MLK Jr. preached in Chicago. The backstory is that MLK Jr. said in a later interview that he had never been so scared for his life than he had been the day of this sermon.

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        • frogstamper says:

          MLK was correct – a voice like that is uncommon.
          Just think – no electronic sound enhancements – just singing from her soul.
          What you hear is what she really sounded like in person.
          Represents the voices of the heavenly angels singing praises to the Lord to me.
          And the Battle of Jericho…one of my favorite stories in the Bible.

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  20. Good Morning Treepers..
    Looks like ALL Our lovely Spring like Weather here in the South has come to a end.
    Past 2+ weeks daytime highs in the 60 & 70’s ( even yesterday ) has made way for a very RARE snowfall here in SENC this morning…
    Temps in the Low 30-‘s and HEAVY WET snow… May I say, I’m kinda lovin it..
    Say a prayer or 2 for Our Farmers early crops & fruit trees which are in full bloom..

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    • toriangirl says:

      We went from low 80’s to mid 40’s overnight. Surprised I didn’t hear a BOOM when the temperature dropped. Will pray for the farmers – no harder profession.

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  21. Paul Killinger says:

    It was fascinating to learn that our CIA could monitor our conversations through our TV sets…

    It comes as little surpise, then, that they could “bug” the Trump campaign under the guise that he could be influenced by the Russians.

    Well, what about the Russian Ambassador’s 22 known visits to Obama’s White House? With these types of capabilities, our IC undoubtedly knows what was discussed there, too.

    So I want to know WHAT WAS DISCUSSED at these meetings between the DEMOCRATS and the Russians.

    After all, BOTH of those groups had a COMMON INTEREST in not seeing Donald Trump elected President, DIDN’T THEY?

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  22. Southpaw says:

    Stories for Noah

    My mom used to tell good stories. This one is about my brother. It is about riding in the car. Single mom without a lot of money she drove a World War 2 era automobile in early 60s. Absolutely huge thing, you could play football in the back seat. It had what were called suicide doors, they opened from the rear hinge and they sometimes flew open. No seat belts, no power steering or brakes. Not easy to drive.

    We were always acting up in the back seat, wrestling or messing around making noise. She said she never had to turn around to make sure everything was okay, she could tell by ear what was happening. One time she had to swerve to avoid something in the road. The car bumped and she man handled the wheel. Happy to avoid an accident she didn’t notice it had gotten quiet in the back. A mile or two down the road she wanted to know why it was so quiet back there. I told her my brother went out the door when she turned the wheel. He may have jumped out or something. I thought it was funny, she freaked out. We found him on the side of the road after she turned around. He survived but I got in trouble. I never quite understood why.

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    • auscitizenmom says:

      😯 LOL

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    • Sharon says:

      You shouldn’t have gotten in trouble of course – you were doing as generally expected – being quiet. Since you were never instructed, specifically, to say something if a sibling left the car whilst it was being driven down the road – I’m with you on this. No understanding those parents of the old days. Nope.

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    • Pretty much the same thing happened to me. We had the same vintage car with suicide doors. My mother was driving with my brother and me in the back seat and she noticed the door on my side rattling and told me to make sure it was shut good. Well I grabbed the handle to slam it and apparently the wind caught the door, next thing I knew I was at my aunts house with a bump and scrape on my forehead and everyone fussing over me!

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    • amwick says:

      1961 I tumbled right out of moms car, clutching a bag of popcorn… No harm, but the popcorn spilled.

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    • I remember those old cars.

      The backseat seemed as big as the couch in our living room.

      When we took long trips, we kids would stretch out with pillows and blankets on it and sleep all night.

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  23. quintrillion says:

    Article on Islamic state DIY tanks with photos that enlarge to full screen when clicked on. They fortify them with mattress, sand bags, rebar, metal screens, used shell casings.

    http://spioenkop.blogspot.sk/2017/03/armour-in-islamic-state-diy-works-of.html?m=1

    But ariel bombs are wiping them out

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  24. American Made Man says:

    This is my first post here. Been lurking for a while…reading, learning, praying (a whole lot of praying). I am a US Navy vet in my mid-50s and have seen the country I love destroying itself from within for decades. I always knew the truth but not the breath and depth of the enemies arrayed against everything this nation (people/constitution) has stood for. President Trump was not my first choice for that office but in retrospect…he should have been.

    Still learning but FULLY woke. God bless this nation and its President.

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  25. georgiafl says:

    Just can’t wait for Currsday:

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    • auscitizenmom says:

      Awwwwww. 😀

      Liked by 3 people

    • The Tundra PA says:

      georgiafl, in our house EVERY day is currsday!

      There haven’t been any IDITAROD threads since last Tuesday, so I figured Sundance didn’t think there was enough general interest. Dog teams have been on the trail for 7 days and the front of the race is past the 700 mile point. Less than 300 miles to go. Mitch Seavey has a strong lead of about 20 miles over the nearest teams behind him. Looks like the race is his to lose at this point. I’m still pulling for Aliy Zirkle, ’cause it ain’t over til it’s over. Go Aliy!

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  26. Reminder: The 15th is this week! Be ready to send President Trump a postcard.

    “March 15, everyone mail a post card to Trump that publicly expresses our support to him.

    He’s standing for America while all around him, including, it seems from the leaks, some of the closest insiders are trying to derail him. This is unprecedented, truly unprecedented, in American history. We, in vast numbers from all corners of the world, will overwhelm the President with our support and belief in him. We will show the media and the politicians that we are standing with him!

    Tell him thank you for taking on the job of making America great again. And most importantly, we will bury the White House post office with complete support that even the media cannot deny. All we have to do, every one of us, is write a post card to the President expressing your support in him and his decisions.

    Mail it on MARCH 15, 2017, everyone all on the same day.

    Imagine the impact this will have. Do the math: there will be millions. Post this on your FB account, Twitter, Gab or other social media accounts.

    Here’s how to get them to Trump:

    President Donald J Trump
    1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
    Washington, DC 20500

    POSTCARDS ONLY. NO ENVELOPES. They would have to go through Secret Service for inspection. Remember, March 15. Put it on your calendar and send some post cards on 15 March.

    https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2017/03/08/send-a-postcard-to-president-trump-on-march-15/

    IMPORTANT!
    IMPORTANT!
    IMPORTANT!

    While I was Googling info on this event, it seems that Libs have decided they want to send Trump pink slips on the 15th, so we all need to be ready with postcards to counteract that. We spoke on election day, and we better keep talking if we don’t want the Left to drown us out.

    If you can’t find a postcard, there’s one on the site that I linked that you can print out and mail.

    Please share this with everyone you know.

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  27. toriangirl says:

    Did anyone catch McCain on the Sunday shows? I ask because I cannot stomach watching the old Songbird.

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  28. 3x1 says:

    So the same South African government which will be seizing land without compensation, is now planning on allowing trade in rhino horn.

    http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/A/AF_SOUTH_AFRICA_RHINO_HORNS?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2017-03-12-05-10-39

    This will lead to the extermination of the species by poachers, who will funnel all traffic through South Africa.

    A French rhino in a zoo was slaughtered for its horn by African immigrants.

    Other zoos are now shortening rhino horns in zoos to protect them from the EU’s diverse undocumented guests

    https://phys.org/news/2017-03-belgian-zoo-shortens-rhinos-horns.html

    Land confiscation, ignored by MSM

    http://dailycaller.com/2017/03/04/south-african-president-calls-for-confiscating-white-owned-land/

    Asian medicine is also big into rhino horn and other oddities.

    If i was a billionaire, i would buy up a ton of land in the US, maybe Texas, wall it off and build a protective enclave for endangered African species.

    Oddly, not a peep from all the “artists” protesting Sun City in the 80’s.

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  29. Lucille says:

    Excellent background on what’s happening with the jihadist President Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s terrorist blackmail game-playing which just may break out into reality in The Netherlands:

    “Turkish Riots In The Netherlands – Erdogan Threatens Europe!”
    Stefan Molyneux

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  30. Fireside Chat #1 – March 12, 1933

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  31. auscitizenmom says:

    lilbirdee12’s prayer:

    Our Heavenly Father, Your children come to you tonight to ask for healing and peace throughout our country so that we may return to being One Nation Under God. Guide us to be leaders in Your Kingdom, spreading Your Love and Salvation to all. Forgive us our sins and deliver us from evil.

    Lord, we ask for a blanket of protection over all our troops and law enforcement who serve to defend and protect us. Bless our representatives with the strength and wisdom they need to achieve the path You have chosen for us.

    Please place Your Guardian Angels of Protection around Donald Trump and Mike Pence and their families as they seek to lead America back to You.

    Grant us patience, Lord, as the evil ones try to anger us and cause us to fall.
    Spread blessings over Israel and Netanyahu.

    We humbly ask that You please comfort those who are grieving and in pain.
    Thank you Father, for Your Love and the gift of Life.

    In Jesus name, we pray. Amen

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