These are my people ❤ It might be a day or 2 until everyone recovers from a beautiful wedding and such a great party! #WelcomeToTheWulfpack was a major success!

Continued prayers for Matt, his whole family, and all of his friends🙏✝️

God Bless them! 🙏💯

In a world full of chaos, this melts your heart ❤️ Little 4-year-old Roman goes on an evening walk every day with his elderly neighbors. They chat, hold hands, and share the simple joy of a neighborhood stroll where a beautiful friendship has been going strong for over a year. Pure kindness and connection between generations. Watch how he keeps going back for just one more hug! 🥰 This is what community looks like. This! This is the world I want to live in. What’s one small act of kindness from your childhood that still sticks with you today?

🚨 When @gabe_poirot was 20 years old, he spent 18 days in a coma. He went to Heaven and spoke with Jesus. Gabe put his face down in shame -- concerned about the list of mistakes he had made in life -- but Jesus Christ lifted his face, looked him in the eyes, and said: "𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿?" "And He showed me the wounds in His wrist, and they carried the depth of eternity," Gabe told me. "And His wounds had a name -- Gabriel -- He did it just for me." The full interview is below. Please take the time to listen to this. It will give you hope! @SatAmericaFNC @FoxNews ⬇️

Dave Richman on @HotMicWDAY this morning: “If you are an agent in one of our players DMs right now I think your a Shark, and I think your a snake, and I think your about the wrong things.” Needs to be heard.

Just say a prayer for this sweet innocent child and her family.

"They found the coats on Thursday morning. Fifteen winter coats. Good ones, not garbage. Hanging on the chain-link fence outside Lincoln Elementary. No note. No explanation. Just coats, zipped up like ghosts waiting for bodies. Principal Morris freaked out. Called the police. "Could be stolen," she said. "Could be some kind of prank." But then Kayla Martinez, eight years old, said her mom worked nights cleaning offices and couldn't afford a winter coat this year. She'd been wearing three hoodies layered up. She touched a purple one on the fence, the right size, and whispered, "Can I?" Mrs. Alvarez, the PE teacher, said yes before anyone could stop her. By lunch, all fifteen coats were gone. Fifteen kids who'd been shivering through recess were warm. The next Thursday? Twenty coats. Different fence, same neighborhood, outside the community center. Then thirty coats appeared at the downtown shelter. Then blankets. Then winter boots. No cameras ever caught who did it. No social media claims. Just... coats. Every Thursday. All winter long. The news picked it up. Called them "The Fence Angel." Interviewed grateful families. But nobody knew. Until March. Old man died, Earl Hutchins, seventy-one, lived alone in a basement apartment on Fourth Street. When they cleaned out his place, they found receipts. Thrift store receipts. Hundreds of them. He'd been buying every decent winter coat he could find, spending his entire disability check, and hanging them up at night. His nephew found a journal entry, "Lost my son to exposure in 2004. He was homeless, prideful, wouldn't take handouts. Froze to death behind a dumpster wearing a T-shirt. If I put coats on a fence, nobody has to ask. Nobody has to admit they need help. They just take it. Dignity intact." I'm Kayla Martinez. I'm sixteen now. That purple coat got me through fourth grade. I never knew Earl. Never got to say thank you. But last November, I took my babysitting money to Goodwill. Bought six coats. Hung them on that same fence. My friends saw. They bought coats. Then their parents did. Then the high school started a coat drive, not for a bin, for the fence. Last Thursday, there were 200 coats. Scarves too. Gloves. We call it "Earl's Fence" now. There's one in Detroit. One in Manchester. One in Vancouver. I never met the man who saved me from freezing. But I'm becoming him, one coat at a time. Because the best kind of help doesn't ask for credit. It just hangs there, quiet, waiting for cold hands to find warmth." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for demonstration purpose only. . By Mary Nelson

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You can call him whichever name he prefers, I'm fine with that, but he is a he. To call him a she is a slap to the face of every woman and girl on this planet.

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I’m so tired of hearing “Our grandparents could buy a house on one salary, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!” Yeah, because Grandma wasn’t blowin’ half her paycheck on $12 iced coffee and avocado toast, that’s why! Back then, if they wanted coffee, they made it at home. With grounds so strong it could remove rust. You didn’t drink it… you survived it. And Grandma wasn’t out there “brunchin’.” You think she had time for brunch? No! She was at home, cooking something called whatever’s left in the house. And don’t even bring up Uber Eats. These people today are crying about money while living in a 4-bedroom house with two SUVs, six streaming services, and matching sleeve tattoos. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? Yeah it said “Korea, 1951.” And it came with nightmares, not realitic shading. Oh, don’t even get me started on the kids. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t! You’re giving an $1100 phone to a kid who still eats glue and boogers. When we were kids, the family phone hung on the wall. It had a cord long enough to jump rope with, and if you wanted privacy, you had to go stand in the pantry. And somehow, we survived. And the TV? There was one. One. It was in the living room, and Dad controlled it. If he wanted to watch bowling, guess what? You liked bowling. Now every room’s got a 65-inch screen, the baby’s got an iPad, and you’re sitting there wondering why you can’t afford rent. Because you’re living like rappers, that’s why! Grandpa wasn’t out here leasing Teslas and buying $12 smoothies called “Detox Sunrise.” He was driving a truck that sounded like thunder and smelled like oil and cigarettes. They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa’s paycheck bought, that’s what they had. They didn’t try to keep up with the Joneses. They were just trying to keep the fed and a roof over their heads. So yeah, Grandpa could buy a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have 47 subscriptions and emotional-support crystals. He had one support system, Grandma, who told him to suck it up and mow the yard. Now folks are broke, tired, and stressed… and it’s not because of inflation… it’s because y’all keep ordering tacos from DoorDash like you’re royalty. Wake up and smell the truth!!

No grandkids, but I started saying (to my sisters' grandchildren) I am Great-Jody! 🥰

Good Afternoon 🌞⚾️

I was mowing on the edge of the ditch on the county road when spotted this guy. It looks like we will have a little bit longer Fall & Winter, with a shorter Spring in 2026 in SE North Dakota this year.

My heart hurts. This world is broken. Erika Kirk posted this verse a couple of hours before she lost her husband Charlie. Psalm 46:1 - God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

🙏for Charlie

Here's some good news. This little girl had a heart transplant on August 29th and is up and walking today after battling post operation complications. My continued 🙏🙏🙏's for her.

This teacher is VERY special. He is making a difference in this young man’s life & warmed my heart this morning. We need more people like him!

Thanks be to God!✝️