Our 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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27 July 2021 Willie Winfield, American doo-wop singer (Harptones – “Life Is But A Dream”; “A Sunday Kind of Love”), dies of a heart attack at 91
Life Is But A Dream
27 July 2020 Denise Johnson, British rock and soul singer (Primal Scream – “Don’t Fight It, Feel It”), and songwriter (“Where Does It Go”), dies at 56
Sunshine After The Rain
27 July 2012 Tony Martin, American singer, dies from natural causes at 98
All The Things You Are
27 July
Bob Hope
(1903-2003)
English-born American actor, comedian and entertainer, dies at 100
27 July 2001 Leon Wilkeson, American guitarist (Lynyrd Skynyrd), dies at 49
Simple Man
27 July 1999 Harry “Sweets” Edison, American jazz and session trumpet player, dies of prostate cancer at 83
Mexicali Nose/Just Friends/Time Check
27 July 1995 Miklós Rózsa, Hungarian-American classical and film music composer (Spellbound; A Double Life; Ben-Hur), dies at 88
Ben Hur Soundtrack Suite
27 July 1995 Doris Mae Akers, American gospel singer-songwriter (Sky Pilot Choir – “Sweet, Sweet Spirit”), dies at 72
Sweet Sweet Spirit
27 July 1990 Bobby Day [Robert Byrd], American rock musician (Rockin’ Robin), dies of cancer at 58
Rockin’ Robin
27 July 1974 Lightnin’ Slim [Otis Hicks], American Louisiana blues electric guitarist, singer, and songwriter (“Nothing But The Devil”; “Bad Luck And Trouble”), dies of stomach cancer at 61
Bad Luck And Trouble
Buddy “Effortless” Rich.
Man he was something.
27 July
John Dalton
(1766-1844)
English physicist and chemist who developed the atomic theory of matter and researched colour blindness, dies at 77
Biography: Born in a English Quaker family, Dalton was initially a teacher and studied meteorology. In 1793 he published his first paper on meteorology, based on his observations. His life-long observations of the weather did much to establish meteorology as a science.
After moving to Manchester to teach he soon after published a work on color blindness, something he himself suffered from. Dalton could only see shades of yellow. The condition was then called Daltonism for some time.
Dalton is most famous for his atomic theory and the law of partial pressures. Dalton believed different elements were made up of atoms of different mass and size. His atomic theory was a key step in the development of chemistry and in particular organic chemistry.
27 July
1963 Garrett Morgan, American inventor (gas mask and traffic signal), dies at 86
. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy upon me, a sinner.
Amen!
The 50th Psalm
Septuagint
Prayer of Saint Ioannikios the Great of Bithynia (+ 846)
My hope is the Father, my refuge the Son, my protection the Holy Spirit. O Holy Trinity, glory to Thee.
From Small Compline
Rejoice, Virgin Theotokos, Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, for thou hast borne the Savior of our souls. (Thrice)
Sunday of the Holy Fathers of the Seven Œcumenical Synods
14 July
Orthodox Church Calendar
27 July
commercial or civil calendar
National Cowboy Poetry Gathering:
“Purt Near!” with Randy Rieman
Horse Trade
Waddie Mitchell
Deep In The Heart Of Texas
Bob Wills
1966
Forgot to post this comment from Beatatrix’s original Youtube post. Sorry. Treepers . . . Gettin’ old, looks like . . .
“Technique and emotion come together in the performance of guitarist Beatrix Kovács. The result sounds beautifully.”
Howdy Garrison!
😎 Good Sunday, my man Garrison.
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Sorry to be so late with our Sunday Benediction, Treeper friends. Dosed off and completely forgot to post.
This is our customary Treeper Church Sunday benediction. We post it here as a way of inviting our friends and visitors to experience the soulful experience of solace. This is intentionally a quiet place. We hope the presence of Our Lord will inspire a little faith. Our Lord loves us and want’s us to be a part of His Family. All it takes to do this is our personal acceptance of Him. Do this and you are in . . .
😎thanks
Will listen later tonight
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Been there . . . done that . . . well almost, anyway. If you can can manage to pull yourself out of that kind of emotional train wreck you can count yourself and—one hopes—your partner lucky. Henley obviously knew exactly what he was talking about. We managed to dodge that bullet . . . 🙂
In a little bit more humorous take on things from Don Henley
To the ladies of the Treehouse..
Los Lonely Boys – Heaven
I had forgotten this song Benzy. Thank you for the reminder.
Mornin’, Woo
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Hear the EPIC Version of this Classic Hymn 🎶 O Worship the King
Could listen to that forever… sigh. I need to find a place of such solace. As long as we have control over our own minds, we will always have a refuge there.
like 🌊 💦 ……
….but you already know that
Greetings Treepers! ☝️✝️👌
Morning bro!
Howdy, Frank!
my guess?
a man
biggest clue:
-no wings
Ninja dog ’bout to see what you’re made of…
lol
Went to a Conservative Republican Breakfast yesterday and they had a guest speaker on Tariffs. The guy was a PhD Economics Professor. RIght out of the box he said he was conservative but you will not like what I have to say. That statement was the first alarm bell, the second was he had three to four sheets of single spaced notes, and the final clue was 2000 conservative economists agree that tariffs are very bad. That final clue is a Democrat signal 17,000 meteoroligists, 51 intelligence agents, all the medical people safe and effective. They always minimize our thought as being wrong.
The presentation was chock full of subtle attacks and twisted statistics. Most of the folks sit there and nod their head. I spoke up and punched a few holes in his nonsense.
Why am I telling this story? This might be a new tactic by the Communists to infiltrate our minds at the political level and also at the university level. The Devil is relentless.
I admire you for having the courage to speak up! If enough of us do this, we may be able to save free speech in this country. We are surely losing free speech and being pressured to conform to narratives.
Political correctness is just another name for cultural Marxism.
Would the organization that sponsored that speaker be willing to have another speaker with a different viewpoint or even a debate with the original speaker?
“a new tactic by the Communists to infiltrate our minds at the political level and also at the university level. The Devil is relentless.”
Here in WNY, we just had a (D) get enough signatures to get on the ballot for a primary challenge to a legitimate Conservative on the Conservative line.
With only ~2500 (C) in a town of ~50,000, every vote counts. I think the imposter received around 100 votes to the endorsed judge, that received about 350 in that primary. Things have been much closer in previous elections.
Ephesians 6:12 KJV
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
2 Corinthians 4:3-4 KJV
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost: [4] In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
Having been exposed (like to the plague) to crooked, crooked RINO (Republican In Name Only) Central Indiana politics, I can assure you – they are are merely the opposing wing of the same cancerous bird.
We have NO REPRESENTATION. You could tell for sure when the death knell was rung that when President Trump dismantled the Department of Education and turned it back to the States – our state, at least – left our DOE in the very hands that were assaulting our children’s minds, bodies, and Spirits as before. Our children are collateral damage being toyed with by demonists. Now there’s fifty mini fiefdoms and they are all evil as hell.
It’s a fact and the demons are determining who will “succeed” and who will be destroyed.
BUT GOD! (and boy… is He going to get them!)
For certain, the devil is relentless.
Thank you for being a voice of reason in an evil world.
Salient Sunday Sermons
“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.” – Joseph Addison
-happy Sunday
-Farm kids, the sons of an agricultural laborer, taking a nap during a midday break after hours of labor alongside the adults
– McIntosh County, Oklahoma (c 1939)
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Illegal invaders didn’t build this nation…
-“The generosity of the American taxpayer has long been abused by faulty interpretations of 1996 welfare reform law,” said Secretary of Agriculture Brooke L.
Rollins.
“Today’s notice makes clear its intent
—illegal aliens should not receive government dollars.
This effort is one of many by the Department of Agriculture to eliminate waste, fraud, and abuse of USDA’s programs and policies.”
https://www.usda.gov/about-usda/news/press-releases/2025/07/10/secretary-rollins-prevents-illegal-aliens-receiving-taxpayer-funded-snap-benefits
EACH DAY WE TAKE UP THE OFFENSIVE WEAPON OF THE WORD OF GOD – THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT – ONE VERSE OPENS THE DOOR TO THE CONTEXT OF THE CHAPTER MESSAGE
Verse of the Day for Sunday, July 27, 2025
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“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelation 1:8 (KJV)
COMMENTARY FOR REVELATION 1
“The Book of the Revelation of St. John consists of two principal divisions. 1. Relates to “the things which are,” that is, the then present state of the church, and contains the epistle of John to the seven churches, and his account of the appearance of the Lord Jesus, and his direction to the apostle to write what he beheld, ch. #1:9-20|. Also the addresses or epistles to seven churches of Asia. These, doubtless, had reference to the state of the respective churches, as they then existed, but contain excellent precepts and exhortations, commendations and reproofs, promises and threatenings, suitable to instruct the Christian church at all times. 2. Contains a prophecy of “the things which shall be hereafter,” and describes the future state of the church, from the time when the apostle beheld the visions here recorded. It is intended for our spiritual improvement; to warn the careless sinner, point out the way of salvation to the awakened inquirer, build up the weak believer, comfort the afflicted and tempted Christian, and, we may especially add, to strengthen the martyr of Christ, under the cruel persecutions and sufferings inflicted by Satan and his followers.The Divine origin, the design, and the importance of this book. (1-3) The apostle John salutes the seven churches of Asia. (4-8) Declares when, where, and how, the revelation was made to him. (9-11) His vision, in which he saw Christ appear.” (12-20)
(4-8) “There can be no true peace, where there is no true grace; and where grace goeth before, peace will follow. This blessing is in the name of God, of the Holy Trinity, it is an act of adoration. The Father is first named; he is described as the Jehovah who is, and who was, and who is to come, eternal, unchangeable. The Holy Spirit is called the seven spirits, the perfect Spirit of God, in whom there is a diversity of gifts and operations. The Lord Jesus Christ was from eternity, a Witness to all the counsels of God. He is the First-born from the dead, who will by his own power raise up his people. He is the Prince of the kings of the earth; by him their counsels are overruled, and to him they are accountable. Sin leaves a stain of guilt and pollution upon the soul. Nothing can fetch out this stain but the blood of Christ; and Christ shed his own blood to satisfy Divine justice, and purchase pardon and purity for his people. Christ has made believers kings and priests to God and his Father. As such they overcome the world, mortify sin, govern their own spirits, resist Satan, prevail with God in prayer, and shall judge the world. He has made them priests, given them access to God, enabled them to offer spiritual and acceptable sacrifices, and for these favours they are bound to ascribe to him dominion and glory for ever. He will judge the world. Attention is called to that great day when all will see the wisdom and happiness of the friends of Christ, and the madness and misery of his enemies. Let us think frequently upon the second coming of Christ. He shall come, to the terror of those who wound and crucify him by apostasy: he shall come, to the astonishment of the whole world of the ungodly. He is the Beginning and the End; all things are from him and for him; he is the Almighty; the same eternal and unchanged One. And if we would be numbered with his saints in glory everlasting, we must now willingly submit to him, receive him, and honour him as a saviour, who we believe will come to be our Judge. Alas, that there should be many, who would wish never to die, and that there should not be a day of judgment!”
Commentary by Matthew Henry, 1710.
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Verse of the day – July 27, 2025 | Judges 4:9
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Thank You, Jesus, for blessings received and prayers answered !!!
WE ARE FIGHTING A SPIRITUAL WAR OF GOOD VERSUS EVIL
PRAYING ON THE ARMOR OF GOD
Father God, I now follow your command to put on the full armor of God, because my battle is not against flesh and blood but against rulers, authorities, the powers of this dark world and against spiritual forces of evil in the unseen world.
I first pray on the Belt of Truth that it may be buckled around my waist, may I be centered and encircled by your truth dear Lord. Hem me inside all that is true and right, and may I be protected and held up by the truth of your living word, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Breastplate of righteousness, please protect my vital organs and my inner man, cover my integrity, my spirit, and my soul. Guard my heart for it is the wellspring of life, please strengthen and guard the most vulnerable places in my life with that which is right, good, and noble that I might not receive a fatal blow from the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Gospel Shoes of Peace. I choose to stand in the shoes of your good news, and on the firm foundation of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the solid eternal rock. All other ground is sinking sand, I pray that I will not slip or fall, but that my feet would be firmly fitted on your lordship, my Lord Jesus. I choose to stand on you, so that the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus, the eternal Rock of Ages. I receive your holy peace now my Lord, from the sole of my feet to the crown of my head, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray the Shield of Faith into my hand now. As I take up the shield of faith, I ask that you might extinguish every dart and arrow that is launched from the enemy to take me down spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, and every attempt of the enemy to destroy my joy. I ask that my faith in you would make it flame out. Extinguish every flaming arrow that would come against me, my life, my family, my home, or my ministry. May my faith always be out in front of me like a shield. Give me the courage to “faith my fears” by choosing to walk by faith and not by sight, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Helmet of Salvation, that you might protect my mind from the thoughts that can lead me astray. I choose to take every thought captive, and arrest all intentioned ideas and motives that would harm others, or distract me from your holy will for me. I submit every captured thought to the Lordship of my Lord Jesus Christ, and ask that you would imprison those thoughts that are not of you my Lord. Transform my mind and renew my thinking that I may think God thoughts, and have a sober mind that is focused on your glory. Please protect me from being double minded that I may allow my mind, I reject to live an earthly life, because I choose to live a holy one, governed by you My Lord Jesus, the prince of peace, please have my mind to be saturated with the holy mind of Christ, in my Lord Jesus name.
Finally, I take up the Sword of the Spirit which is the holy word of God, I pray this powerful offensive weapon into my hand, and ask that your holy word would be fitting for every encounter I face. As the enemy gets close to me, please give me the insight, wisdom, and skill to wield the word of God to drive away the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
May the enemy and his team flee from me, upon hearing the word of God spoken by the power and direction of the Holy Spirit. Give me the sword of the spirit to cut through the wiles of the devil, so that I may discern the schemes of the enemy when he is near.
With all kinds of prayers, supplication, and intercession I pray to you my Lord God as the one who fights my battles. Now that I’m in your holy powerful armor, I walk away covered and ready to face my day as you go before me, and please protect me in the midst of the spiritual warfare in this unseen world, in my Lord Jesus name.
Thank you my Lord, for the spiritual weapons of armor and prayer that you have given me. It is written no weapon formed against me shall prosper, and you will refute every tongue that accuses me.
Thank you Father God, my Lord Jesus and the Holy Spirit, that I am more than a conqueror in my Lord Jesus. I pray all of this in the mighty name of my Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ, Amen.
PLEASE PRAY FOR ABUSED, MISSING, AND TRAFFICKED CHILDREN
BE MY VOICE
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
CHILD NOT CHOICE
St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
PLEASE PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER
MAPA = MAKE AMERICA PRAY AGAIN
REMEMBERING FONDLY
A Love Story
Ever since I can recall;
I have longed to have it all;
To have; to hold; to love; to cherish;
The man who surely would not perish.
So many times I dreamed of him;
Knew in my heart he was no whim;
Heard it said; someone for each of us;
Tho’ times be hard; there’d be no fuss!
The day we met; I did not know;
Someday soon you’d be my beau;
So afraid was I of another ruse;
I took no time to stop or deduce.
There you were peeking at me;
Tho’ I’m afraid I did not see;
Hurting; not ready to try again;
Unsure; undecided was I – Amen!
You cannot imagine how lost I was;
So much time gone for nothing because;
What I wanted wasn’t returned, you see;
What I wanted was not for me to be.
And – then came you – out of nowhere;
With a smile and a giggle – so unaware;
Enthused about we-ah and so unique;
No words were there that I could speak.
How can I tell you what you mean to me;
What can I say that would help you see;
How your love filled my heart with so much joy;
You were so honest and true – it could be no ploy.
So happy am I when I am with you;
I blink my eyes often not believing it’s true;
I wish I could find the words to say;
How you make my life complete every day!
D01:02/14/2017
You by Fisher (lyrics)
I love your beautiful poem, thank you very much.
You perfectly describe 40 years of my life
One small change I have to make (for me) … ‘you made my day complete’
As I wrote … ‘ Remembering Will Have To Do’
I am happy you could relate to the poem even though it describes the experience of another lady. –
Like you – remembering. will have to do – their life together has ended..
For 40 years, you were blessed – I thank God for that !!! 😀
I would not be surprised to learn that ‘another lady’ feels as I do … yes, we were blessed. But I am not really sure our lives together have ended.
40 years of happiness will not be ‘ended’, thrown away like used tissue.
To be lost, then found, then lost again is an indescribable experience, but somehow a memory sneaks in every day to remind us.
no words
I was hoping you would say that – 🥰
I look forward to some stories/memories from you !!!
TELL US A STORY
God knows the beginning
And He knows the end
But things happen in the middle
And little of it penned
A story is a blessing
For those around to learn
Of hardship and of victory
For that giggle too we yearn
So if you have a story
You would with us gladly share
We’ll let Him take the Glory
If you have some time to spare
Some of us are suffering
Daily we endure the pain
Whether it be emotional or other
Lift us up and pray again
Many are the ways to love
As Jesus reminded us to do
So do tell us a story
Give God the Glory as is His due
D01: 04/30/2023
Dear Duchess
I am doing that on my substack where I have nearly 20 stories (and a number of subscribers – ha ha) – about Doc and some other subjects. I was announcing the posts here and adRem said I could not promote my site.
That’s a reason, but not an excuse, I know.
Your request is appreciated.
Can you do a short story and post it here without a link – just a code name –
something like how I sign my poems ? Pewees ?
hmmm.
do you like ‘calligraphy’ to point to my existing and new post at msIdaho substack?
I had hoped that one of my Treehouse followers would post a link should they find a story worth sharing. I think that is allowed as long as its not me promoting me.
One of the subjects my fingers itch to expound upon is health and nutrition. Problem is – to some that seems too much like ‘selling’.
Yet, that was part of the magic between Doc and me. We made a great team in that he used the quality products I sold in his various medical practices and I could rely on his expertise to work with health professionals who wanted alternatives to medicine and surgery for the patients in their practices.
Maybe one day I will attempt to write on that topic. It really was a kind of magic.
SOUNDS GOOD TO ME – AND – HELPFUL TO MANY !!!
💙 🧚🏻♀️ 💙
Here’s a story for you Duchess01.
This is from your “Love Story”
Ever since I can recall I longed for a special man to love me. I even wrote words to describe what that man and his love would be like. Of course, as lonely years skipped by, the list went the way of all unfulfilled dreams.
Looking back on my life, some things seem ‘inevitable’. I wrote about my serendipitous flying career. When it ended, however, the book slammed shut on that part of my life story.
Fatalist that I am, I knew the path was now clear for my next adventure – though I knew not what that might be.
Your poem is right … ‘the day we met I did not know’. While I was free, Doc was not. Therefore ..’So afraid was I of another ruse; ‘
What happened when he got free will last into eternity. Like Jim Croche’s ‘Time in a Bottle’.
Here’s the catch. I always viewed Doc’s coming into my life as a boon for me. It wasn’t until the Hospice folks pointed out the obvious … I was placed into his life.
Doc was an exceptional person who used his medical skills and talents to care for all who came into his orbit. Unfortunately, his very kind and trusting nature left him open to abuse – and, indeed, there was a pile of it that needed shoveling.
But, you know what? We joined forces, left behind the shattered pieces of our past, and set about living our best days possible. In fact, we often laughed that we were ‘the Joneses’ everyone was always trying to keep up with.
Happy is such an inadequate word.
Your poem ends: ‘I wish I could find the words to say; How you make my life complete every day!’
It’s not just that Doc made my life complete every day. It’s also that I have lost my own purpose. We always plotted that we would somehow ‘go together’. Yet, here I am.
I suspect that there is yet ‘something’ I am supposed to do. When It appears I hope I will recognize it.
I have no words to describe the challenge of going on, of finding new purpose in life, and how difficult that is as we lose our physical and mental abilities due to age.
As I am not the first or only person to lose a soul mate I assume the challenges apply to all of us.
Remembering Fondly: A Love Story … a never-ending story.
WONDERFULLY EXPRESSED, IDA !!! 💖🧚🏻♀️💖
I WROTE THIS POEM TO ENCOURAGE SOMEONE WHO WAS FEELING HOPELESS DUE TO AGING…
I HOPE AND PRAY IT WILL ENCOURAGE YOU, TOO !!!
I NEED HEAVENLY HELP
Have you noticed lately, Lord
I am shaky, unhinged, and floored
At what has just happened to me
I am not as sound as I used to be
My steps are labored I cannot sprint
My mind is sharp my muscles splint
My gait is slow and wouldn’t you know
My 100-yard dash it ain’t no mo
When I was young full of energy I was
My prowess in sport impressive it twas
But now I struggle just to keep going
As the years pass by I am slowing
I cannot complain by any measure
My life has taken on brand new treasure
My daily chores are so different now
An about turn they have taken somehow
I contemplate and meditate much more
My prayers are more meaningful than before
My divine appointment has been redefined
With His Divine Will it is much more aligned
Sometimes I need help keeping upright
A cane prevents me from taking flight
A handrail assists in climbing the stairs
Without these aids I could land anywheres
It is manifest madly maturing
How many more years there’s no assuring
But God has made provision for us
No reason to fret or kick up a fuss
He provides us with companions of all sorts
From animals to flowers diamonds and quartz
He turns our attention to things on high
He prompts us to look up into the sky
He sends us smiles and blessings each day
Just not in the ordinary or usual ways
A giggle here and a belly laugh there
From cyber friends on blogs everywhere
So if you are feeling old and less than useful
Remember there is more for you that’s museful
There are babies and kitties and puppies
And there are wokies, pokies and yuppies
There are nitpickers pastors and prophets
There is beauty in nature and soffits
We could be here all day naming the gifts
How marvelously God’s blessing uplifts
Suffice as to say on any given day
There are things that appear to get in the way
There are frustrations/delays we must endure
And many bumps in the road that is for sure
So if you are feeling bumped and bruised
And your body is reeling from being abused
Call on the Angels charged to assist you
And thank God they can never resist you!
D01: 02/10/2023
Dear Duchess
You do have much fun with your poems.
And we who read them go right along with you
Good evening Duchess01. Thank you for this poem. I truly needed it today as I try to age gracefully, after a life full of adventures, work that I loved and then a new career at the age of 50 that lasted 23 years and was probably the most physical work of all my years working, and which I loved just as much as the other jobs God blessed me with.
You are truly a blessing here for me on TCTH. Thank you for being you. Have a blessed evening.
PRAISE AND WORSHIP
PRESENCE OF THE KING – Soaking worship instrumental – Prayer, Devotional, Meditation and Relaxation
Psalm 91. The most powerful prayer from the Bible. God’s protection, healing
#psalm91 #psalms #prayer
Pray Everyday
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Sleep Well with Psalms. Psalm 91, Psalm 121, Psalm 3, Psalm 4, Psalm 139.
#faith #god #psalms
prayeveryday777
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HAVE A VERY BLESSED DAY !!! ❤️❤️❤️
Been at that desk. Missed too many things. Other moms would send me videos of milestones. Single motherhood is not a lifestyle I recommend. I pray my daughter has a better future and pray daily for a good, God-loving, husband for her.
🙂
I.C.U, G. ❤️
You know whats scary? – In just one generation (maybe 2) they will be us (we) and to them standing together each one solitary in their own world, will be the norm. When they look at their kids in the future, it might be something like…”at least in our day we still came within touching distance of each other”. Now! – nobody actually comes into close proximity with another – it’s not necessary (or healthy) the kids will defend.
Oh Oldspeak – I am in tears now. Just as I thought in my youthful days that those would be listed as my “good old days” never thinking we would be where we are now.
My mother’s heart caved at your thought – that “these” are my daughter’s “good old days”.
Oh Lord Jesus – please come quickly!
For what I can do…. that is within my power… I will do. I will make it the best that I can for her and wrap her in love, build her in Truth, and God’s Perfect Love.
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Long ago I lost a ‘cartoon’. It depicted a character crouching. a big fist with finger set to flick came out of the clouds with aim at the character. Balloon words … DON’T THUMP.
👍🏼 I remember …
You noted that some time ago
I searched and searched for it
to no avail.
I tried to recreate it but just can’t find the right pieces – so you will just have to imagine what it must be like to get a Thump making you Hear God.
Your post is 100 percent true
had several Thumps
through the years
took them as road bumps
to inhibit
to stir up fears
to stop
to test
in the quiet
at a time of caring
a clarity
a knowing
the Thump of Thumps thumped
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Better than ☎️ , 📝 or 📫:
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These were my neighbors, Marie & Cindy – Maggie was one of our neighborhood dogs – I reported this to the media because it got so ridiculous. For your viewing and entertainment.
Did it help?
-what a beautiful area
Yes… the Mayor’s office got it patched the very next day. It was too embarrassing to have a full grown dog sitting standing in the pothole!
Indianapolis’s Mayor Hogsett is a demonrat scoundrel. I don’t know a single person who goes downtown to recreate anymore. We are calculating shooting statistics like Chicago now.
Awesome out-ing !
Living Our Best Lives – Article 7 – Racism in America
Today is the 27th day of July in the year of our Lord, 2025. In this article, I am going to broach a forbidden topic that is near and dear to my heart. Racism in America. We are forbidden to talk about it, as a white woman, as if we don’t have any vested interest in the treatment of our fellow human beings who are created in God’s Image. Let me take you through our experience Friday evening… a little background first.
Savannah is coming up on two months in her position with the company making Skinny Pop popcorn. She loves it. She is the youngest of her cohorts at 19 years old, with the median age of her fellow workers being between mid-thirties to late forties. A sixty-something was just hired the other day. It is a thickly diverse group, with kiddo making up the minority not just in her tender age but also being white with flaming auburn hair. Her cohorts come from all over the planet from every reach and culture. The company is headed by two brothers – both individuals born on the spectrum. I knew of the Weavers from my former position as Mike was a well-known and affluent client before my tenure – but I knew of him – and his family’s Pop Weaver Popcorn business. I didn’t know the brothers were running the business now and had formed an alliance with the Hershey’s corporation, nor did I know they were on the spectrum… which to me is a win for Savannah to witness others like her… flourishing and leading.
I teased my daughter about her prospective future. How cool she was going to be when her children hauled her into school for Career Day and… while other children would introduce their parents as lawyers, doctors, academics… her children would rise to call her blessed… and would proudly announce that their Mom works for Hershey’s!!!! Treats for everyone!!! The company who brings you Hershey bars, kisses, Pay Day’s (both candy bar and monetary in fashion), Cadbury bunnies, and with the Pop Weaver acquisition… Skinny Pop popcorn in regular, white cheddar, and kettle corn flavors. (Now… kid’s still got her mind set to the military – but we will see how this story plays out – she has a lifetime ahead of her to serve and lead.)
There are some people there who are really kind, some not so much. She’s learning how her cohorts will bind and protect one another and she’s keeping good company there to try to avoid negativity. Her supervisor, and his lead manager, complimented Savannah on her work ethic with Aaron saying he hasn’t worked with a 19-year-old for three years and they had to fire that one. They mentioned how quickly she has caught on, her positive attitude, and her drive.
With the diverse group, there are some who are joyful and team-oriented, and sadly there are those merely there to punch a clock and get out. There are workers there who bind together to protect each other against some folks who are negative and intimidating. An especially heinous individual sexually harassed Savannah and her cohort Christina and was trying to get either of them to go out with him. He is in his late 40’s, married, with children. He wanted a “work wife”. Savannah and Christina rebuffed him, and Savannah reminded him that he was married and what would his wife and children think? A tough position to be in – since she’s still a temporary contract worker and he is a permanent employee who could choose to try to harm her reputation.
We were both having a bad go of it – Savannah lamenting that when she leaves for the day, she will smile and say “Good Morning” to the day shift coming in. All of them – every single one of them – ignore her, scowling, angry at coming to work… and she’s just labored 12 hours and trying to make things pleasant for them. Her shift cohorts remark how unhappy day shift is, while the night shift seems to at least attempt to create a happy environment – all the while eating all the popcorn they can handle. Savannah loves her teammates and loves the various cultures they come from.
I was having a bad week coming to the realization that my new job – of which I have been there two months as well – has no real leadership that wants to right a seriously listing ship. I cannot force them to help themselves. I had my boss lash out at me over a very political thing regarding education, while we were in a meeting going over a sales process. He freakishly exclaimed that he thought “teaching cursive in schools was stupid – and his wife was in education, so he could say that, and he didn’t care if I was offended!” – as he pointed directly at me – and I, in shock, said “Can we just refocus?” What in the hell is with these demented, broken people? The store manager, a man, just sat there and said nothing. I was so angry that he didn’t help me to try to set the meeting back on course. The person with the emotional outburst is the VP of Assets for the company. In my mind, you could remove the “t” and make it more apropos. His wife, is Assistant Superintendent of a major public school system – well, we all see how public schools are going, don’t we? With all of my might, I held my tongue as I wanted to say “Well, sleeping with her hasn’t made you any smarter; and I would venture to say it makes her dumber to be sleeping with you.” Oh, be still my unholy thoughts!!!! Now mind you, the more I dig into this company, the more I learn their books, inventory, and process are in utter shambles and even though I’ve given them a resolution for efficiency and retraining to improve their parts rebate process during my week two there… nothing has been done to remedy the problem. Nothing. What I have seen is processes suffering and mini fiefdoms substantiating the hoarding of knowledge and skill to secure weak-minded people and their pitiful jobs, and “the need to control is the response to fear”, seems to be the mantra. I’m going to have a “Come to Meet Jesus” meeting with the owner, just figuring how that is going to happen and trying to cover my tail, so I don’t end up homeless with my daughter and our cats.
It’s been hot here, so kiddo was sleeping extra-long from her 12-hour night shifts. Enough that I was getting worried. I woke her at 10 PM on Thursday night to have a late dinner with her, so I knew that she was staying well nourished. I stayed up a couple of hours with her, so we could communicate together, and we commiserated over our unhappy work forces that we found ourselves a part of.
I suddenly started laughing out loud, as I thought of her trying to greet the day shift at 6 AM each day and my memory harkened back to National Lampoons Christmas Vacation where Clark is talking with his boss and the boss could give a care what his real name was, but wanted the advantage of Clark’s invention to impress others as his own work. Clark was polite as possible, smiled, and as the entourage of corporate butt-kissers marched by, he said, “Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, kiss my (expletive), kiss his (expletive)” and Savannah and I just burst into laughter. When we can remove ourselves from the perceived insult, we can fully assess the miserly existence of those curmudgeons who try to wear us down. National Lampoon’s humor snippet:
To cheer us up, I planned a Mother Daughter “date” night. I called her and told her to get herself dressed and ready, we were going out! We went to dinner at Monical’s Pizza and had yummy thin crust artisan pizzas. Next to us was an elderly black gentleman who was sitting alone. I noticed that once in a while, we maybe laughed a little too loudly from our table and he would look over at us inquisitively. I lament that we didn’t just invite him to our table to join us. We do that once in a while, but I was focused on being “in the moment” with my daughter. I leaned over the table and said “Savannah, should we buy his dinner?” and she said “Let’s!” I went to the counter to settle my bill and covered his bill, too. $50 between the three of us was money well-spent in my opinion. Apparently, the gentleman is a regular there and we are not, but the nice workers knew him by name. I asked the young lady to “bless him” for us and I hope we can go back there and see him again some Friday night.
We had a little bit of time to kill before the movie, so we went to Petsmart to buy the kittoes some litter. We met these two sweet Hispanic ladies oooing and awwwwing over the kittens for adoption and we laughed together and swapped stories about our respective adoption journeys as I teased them that they should really consider taking the babies home.
We headed back to the AMC Traders Point movie theater and got there early. We grabbed our popcorn and Hi-C drinks and relaxed in our seats to watch the previews and chat a bit together. A workman came in to clean the theater and he complimented my daughter at how well-behaved she was. He said just by looking at her and how she interacted with me, that she was a really good kid and that he couldn’t say that about the kids he saw there nowadays. He could tell she loved God, and he shared his faith with us. I was so happy my daughter could hear such praise. She doesn’t get it enough, and it was meaningful to us. I blessed him on his evening, and we settled in. The movie theater was packed!!! I was so excited, and we were watching “Jurassic World Rebirth”. Next to me, a young lady maybe two years older than Savannah was settling in with her father. Her father had uncontrollable Tourette’s Syndrome, and he jerked quite a bit in his seat, and she just had this gentle confidence of a young woman who had come to terms with her dad’s condition… and they just had a beautiful relationship with each other. She was very peace-filled and from their conversation I could overhear how they loved and cared for one another. I leaned over to her and laughed… “I should probably warn you… we root for the dinosaurs.” I didn’t want her to think us weird, when Savannah laughed at the dinosaurs eating people.
In the front of the movie theater, in the first row, sat a black family, a young man in his late 20’s, with his mother, and his two very young children. They were a boy and girl maybe 3 to 6 years old. In one part of the packed movie, there was a scene where a really nice boat wrecked, and the little boy exclaimed loudly for all the theater to hear “That was my favorite boat!” and the whole theater burst into laughter. The man was a young father, maybe in his late 20’s and he was a little embarrassed trying to keep the kids quieter so as not to bother the other patrons. It was a struggle for him, because the movie was just too much excitement for the littles to control themselves. The theater attendees were animated and were gasping, laughing, exclaiming little things and man, was it fun! As the theater was emptying, the man with his family walked by us and I wished them all a really good evening.
When we walked out, however, a man yelled at me from across the foyer to be careful not to step in vomit on the carpeted floor. I almost stepped right into it. Lo and behold, there was the little boy hunched over a trash can losing himself. The 20-something father had the “deer-in-the-headlights” look waiting for his Mom to emerge from the bathroom. I walked over to them, and I said, “Are you okay?” and the dad didn’t acknowledge me, but his sweet son looked up with his doe eyes at me and I was gently talking with him to try to calm him down. The Grandma emerged from the bathroom, and I asked if there was anything we could do to help. She said she was a nurse, and the grandson was having a panic attack, and needed his breathing treatment. I offered to stay if she wanted to run and get it and she assured us that they would be okay. We left, but as we were driving out of the parking lot, I saw the young man pacing back and forth nervously behind their vehicle. They hadn’t left yet. I asked Savannah “Should we check on the family? I am worried about that little boy. She told me she was a nurse, but I am concerned.” She said, “Yes, Mom. Turn around. We don’t leave anyone behind.” I did and we pulled up to them and got their assurance that they were alright, but Grandma thanked us heartily for caring about them and blessed us.
We went home – feeling as if we had the best evening we had had in a very long time. We took ourselves out of the negativity we were experiencing and we pushed some Light into the world. We spent quality time with each other and enjoyed it immensely. I’m still wondering about that precious family and praying they are okay. I wished I had given the father more encouragement, as I remember the days when my daughter was young and she threw up in the middle of an Olive Garden during appetizers. All over the table. I was mortified. Cleaned up as best I could, took our entrees home, and felt like hiding from the world in embarrassment. There are no social protocols when a child has to throw up. They do, what they must do… and we parents and those who get to clean up after them… practice great patience and calm. I blessed the theater man in my prayers for his kindness in having to clean up the carpet afterwards. What a rough and dirty job that is with those trash cans so filled with yuck and dispatched, half-full drinks. They deserve kindness and recognition for their work.
My post is labeled “Racism in America”. This is my reality of America in a Central Indiana town about 30 minutes Northwest of Indianapolis. So, what was racist? Absolutely nothing. This was Americana, where we all just take care of one another and are concerned about our fellow man who is created equally in God’s Image. Big packages (adults), little packages (children), animal packages (orphan kittens), youthful packages (teenagers and twenty-somethings), middle packages (empty nesting moms and newly minted grandmas), and elder packages (full of wisdom, steadiness, and maturity – probably full of some good stories, too.) Red, yellow, black, or white – we are precious in His Sight, Jesus loves the children of the world.
So, somebody needs to go and put a cork in the stupid Project Mockingbird media that constantly spouts that we all hate each other. The fact is, George Carlin was right, there is a “Big Club and we ain’t in it” (
– good. Their club is crappy, mean, Establishment, ill-informed, unwholesome, ridiculous, lacking in any morality or good logic, meant to enslave the Spirit, suppress happiness, and creates division and animosity. Screw them. Don’t live in their reality that they force on you. Make your own.
We are “We The People”. We are Christians. We are God’s Hands and Feet and we are the stewards to encourage and lead humanity out of this mess we are in. As long as you listen to Project Mockingbird media, as long as you allow their message to root in your hearts and ignore God’s Message as to who you are and how much He values us as His Children… you are beholden, entangled, encumbered, and captive. Be uncontrollable.
We are the heart of America. We are the farmers and the bread baskets of America. We believe in nourishing families with farm to table food and believe in the growth and nourishment of the American family. God is our compass, and He blesses the seeds we sow. God produces the yield and by His Mercy, we will endure and prosper. This is OUR COUNTRY. Long may Old Glory wave.
I encourage you all to go out and find these moments and collect them for your mental library. You see someone sitting alone, sit with them. Why not? What’s the worst thing that can happen? Pick up their meal. Laugh a little. Share a little. Create a family. Build a community.
Lend voices to this, Americana, and share these experiences with others. Turn off the television, the mainstream media, and drown out the dystopian noise of those who seek to destroy us. They never will. How do you destroy a narcissist? Ignore him or her. Take away their computers, their little pens, their little phones, and their access to the seats of power locally and federally. Let’s take our country back one little hamlet – one little 12-inch space by 12-inch space – at a time.
We are stronger together. Love you and blessings to you, my Treeper family.
My name is Joan Woods, and I approve of this message. I am building and calling out tomorrow’s leaders. Challenge the narrative. Say no more and take control of your destinies. It may look different than what we are used to. Different can be okay. Join me.
Excerpt of “Small Town” by John Cougar Mellencamp
Educated in a small town
Taught to fear Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic, that’s me
No, I cannot forget from where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
I beg your pardon on the vulgarities I make light of in this post. I am not a saint. I am just named after one. I’ll spend a few extra hours weeding God’s Heavenly Gardens for my mouth, I am sure… but I count it to my good morality that I DIDN’T say what I was thinking to my boss.
VP of Assets. Equipment missing and stolen. Making jokes about insurance claims with the insurance company paying higher for fair market value that what we paid for the gear (was theft an “inside job”… sure smells like it!) Inventory is trashed and it doesn’t match the floor plan and our liabilities are coming due. Zero processes. No confidence from the sales force.
Call yourself an Astronaut for all I care – this ship ain’t gettin’ off the ground. I have no apologies or time for nonsense. I’m supposed to “fix” these things and frankly I see an executive team that needs to be shown the door – or the owner just needs to sell it piecemeal and get the heck out of this business. There are ninety employees here who are suffering.
I’m sickened by it. The “woke” is disgusting and they simply can’t see that the only ones getting rich out of this are the scheisters who sold them the woke-nonsense – and themselves who are fleecing their company while giving no quantitative or qualitative improvements.
Lord, wake this owner up to throw out the trash, cancel the nonsense, and get us all working on things that make sense! If it were me… I want to bring in a forensic accountant that I know and hire a software company that touts itself as a company’s “Chief Information Officer” to retool the software systems completely. We could pay for it if we could get rid of the dead weight brass.
They are leaking money everywhere and they can’t keep doing this.
Throughly ‘enjoyed’ your written experiences…. , Woo.
Good thing a tissue was near by -for clearer vision. It’s quite moving, interesting… and funny.
Good share
I keep thinking if we can share and push more Light into the world – illuminate Truth – maybe we see the evil thrust over us for what it is. Someone the other day was discussing how our youth have such short attention spans now, they can’t sit still to listen to stories, or improve their critical thinking.
I see it here too – a message sent out over and over again about who funds what and whom and where the majority of the money goes – and no one said “Wait, what?” They just back-slapped and kept going. No fault of the poster – not at all – but when the truth was presented – everybody missed it.
It’s happened so many times. The death of critical thinking. Listen to what is said and what is not said – for both speak volumes.
The Dystopian Trance
Wake up
Wake up
From the dystopian trance
See how they spin
See how they dance
They stroke
and coddle
and massage your mind
for it is too late, too late
in this place and time
They whisper –
this place is bad
full of malcontent
mischief and miscreants
and malfeasance
Nothing worth saving
all the sheep just lie
they hate you
they hate me
all should just up and die
No God in Heaven
only hell here now
for strife and affliction
weaken greatly the bough
What feels good
looks good
don’t turn your neck
to avert the eyes
you’d see them
stealing the check
Give up your freedoms
you sheep of peace
enter the fold
your religion will cease
Truth is lie
and lie is Truth
there is little need
to demand the proof
As the gates
to the corral do close
Thus slips your freedom
and so it goes
Pacify, pacify
quiet down little sheep
the wolf is your master
your his to keep.
On the stove top… an especially spicy batch from these crazy jalepeno cheddar sausages I found.
The salt and pepper brisket is doing its six plus hours in the oven at 250 degrees
She is working 36 hours in 3 days and 24 more Thursday and Friday… I make sure she’s fed well and ready. Lord, keep the temperatures cool for her and her cohorts.
Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? Matthew 6:25-27
https://derekcharlesjohnson.com/blogs/latest-news/posts/6798303/his-eye-is-on-the-sparrow-matthew-6-25-27-my-favorite-verses
Before going to work yesterday…I found a half dead and newborn, no fluff, still scrunched legs and wings in an egg shape baby bird…I got it off the ground and went to work…thinking it would cross the bridge due to the rains and cooler temps…16 hours later, when I got home from work, he was where I left him but changed position…and still breathing…
He looks like he might be a robin or sparrow…not a bird person, so…? And brought him in the house, settled him in a box…seems a little happier…
I gave him a few drops of home made sugar water…ran out and went to the store, got a pharmacy tech to give me a syringe…it helps that the pharmacist filled my ADHD kids meds 35 years ago…and showed the cell phone pic…my vet said some make it and some don’t…
The newborn chicks need to be fed every 30 minutes during daylight…going to be a long few days…until I can find someone who knows what they are doing…
This little one seems to be a survivor.
Aggie,
Here’s a list of the Illinois Wildlife Rehabilitators. If you can reach one, they will help you with your bird.
https://dnr.illinois.gov/content/dam/soi/en/web/dnr/lawenforcement/documents/illinoiswildliferehabilitationlist.pdf
Do you have a little warm terrarium light for him? May be helpful. Or maybe a heating pad on low with a terry cloth towel over it? I just googled this…. power to you, Sis.
To keep a baby bird warm, place it in a well-ventilated cardboard box or similar container lined with a soft cloth or paper towels. Provide a heat source such as a clean sock filled with dry, uncooked rice that has been microwaved for one minute, a plastic bottle filled with hot tap water wrapped in a tea towel, an electric heating pad set to “LOW” placed under half of the box, or chemical hand warmers. Ensure the bird is not placed directly on a heat source to avoid burns. Keep the box in a dark, quiet place away from people and pets. Do not give the bird any food or water. If using a heating pad, make sure it is set to the lowest setting and that the bird is not too hot, as signs of overheating include wings held out from the body and panting.
More from A.I. –
To feed a baby bird, it is important to provide it with high-protein foods that are easy to digest. You can use a mix of ground oatmeal, hard-boiled egg, and water until it has a soupy consistency, or use cat or dog food that has been softened in water. It is also possible to use commercial baby bird formulas like Kaytee Exact Hand-Feeding Formula, which offer balanced nutrition and are the safest option for most songbirds.
When feeding a baby bird, use a plastic syringe or tweezers to deliver the food. The food should be warm, around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and should be given in small amounts to avoid overfeeding. Feed baby birds every 15 to 20 minutes from sunrise to sunset, and stop feeding when the bird becomes reluctant to eat.
It is important to note that baby birds get their water from the food they eat, so they do not need any extra liquids. If you try giving a young bird water, the liquid could fill their lungs and cause them to drown.
If you are feeding a baby bird that has feathers, you can also offer it a shallow dish of water in its cage. However, it is crucial to ensure that the bird is fed the correct type of food for its species, as feeding a baby bird the wrong kind of food can be fatal.
In emergency situations, you can use mashed mealworms mixed with a bit of applesauce for insectivorous birds, or soaked dog or cat food mashed to an appropriate consistency for insect-eating songbirds.
It is also important to keep the baby bird warm, ideally at a temperature of 85-90F (29-32C) for fledglings, and to place it in a small, ventilated box with a towel-lined bottom. If the bird is a fledgling, it is best to contact a licensed wildlife rehabilitator for proper care.
Another witness, Amber Paull, said, “A foreign guy just lost it on random people in the produce and grocery area… there were victims everywhere, including a child and an elderly woman.”
https://channel2now.com/2025/07/27/article/news/crime/derrick-perry-drew-his-firearm-and-risked-his-life-to-help-subdue-suspect-in-traverse-city-walmart-mass-stabbing-michigan/
Traverse City is such a lovely town, too. This is so very sad. They’d all just have us running scared. Tired of the manipulation and tired of crazy people being in leadership positions inviting this senselessness into our communities.
Thank You, God, for those brave men who stopped the attacker and subdued him. Raise up more of them, Father. Raise up more of them. Take back our communities.
Father God, come quickly, we need You!
Rest is Peace Mr. Legs. You will be fondly remembered!
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Back from vacation with the 1 & 3 year old grandsons, feel a bit younger, or something, lol. Scrolled on by the news, it will be there tomorrow. Anyone have suggestions for a “landline” phone service? Elderly mom in-law lives with us, mother in-law apartment. Old school land line is going the way of the dinosaurs, they have no intention of replacing the infrastructure. She is technically challenged, tried a Cricket phone, sat in a drawer for a year. We have high speed internet, and good cell service. Would appreciate any advice 🙏💖
We have a landline still, hard-wired.
It’s through at&t, but you are correct that they are limiting the support of its infrastructure.
Not sure if they are even giving out new numbers.
Not exactly sure what advice you are seeking…? But I will offer what I can if you have specific questions. 🙂
This man rescued a swan that was stuck in a fence and then this happened
AWWW….
Way way cool
KEEP PRAYING FOR PRESIDENT TRUMP
Amen.
Plus extra prayers for Tina Peters.
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informative 5 minute video titled “EV Charging Stations: An Accident Waiting to Happen”, by a fire fighter who goes around training other fire fighters how to handle electric vehicle fires. In this one he points out how to find emergency power shut off valves should there be a fire erupt at one of those charging stations that are starting to pop up around the country.
✝️ Lord, thank You for the day. Amen.