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﴿يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا إِذَا لَقِيتُمْ فِئَةً فَاثْبُتُوا وَاذْكُرُوا اللَّهَ كَثِيرًا لَّعَلَّكُمْ تُفْلِحُونَ﴾ — سورة الأنفال، 8:45 “O believers! When you meet an enemy in battle, stand firm and remember Allah often, so that you may triumph.” Keep our brave security forces in your prayers. Pakistan Zindabad! 🇵🇰❤️‍🩹

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We may ready the horse, forge the sword and fortify the walls. We may summon all our skill, all our wisdom and all our might. Yet, in the end, the tide of battle, the outcome of every struggle, is determined by the hand of the Lord. For He alone commands the winds and the waves, the rising and the falling of kingdoms, the triumph of the righteous and the defeat of the wicked. It is His sovereign power that turns the impossible into the inevitable. . This does not mean we sit idle, awaiting deliverance without effort. No, preparation is a mark of faith. To ready the horse is to demonstrate our trust in God’s provision. To wield the sword is to show our commitment to the cause of righteousness. Yet, in all this, we must remember: our preparations are the offering, the victory belongs to Him who is King of Kings. . And so, I say to you: Prepare! Sharpen your swords of faith, gird your hearts with the armor of truth and mount your horses with steadfast courage. But as you ride into the fray, let your heart rest not in your preparations but in the certainty that God goes before you. For it is He who strengthens the arm, steadies the shield and guides the arrow to its mark. . Remember this: no army, no king, no force of man can stand against the will of the Almighty. Though the enemy may seem overwhelming, though the odds may defy reason, the victory rests with the Lord. And His victory is always just, always true, always complete. . So prepare well, child of God. Ready your horse, your sword, your heart. But as you do, place your trust where it belongs—not in the horse, nor in the sword, nor in yourself—but in the One who commands the heavens. For it is His hand that brings the victory. And when the battle is done, you shall stand, not in pride but in awe, knowing it was His power that triumphed through you. #ChristIsKing #WeAreTheStorm
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We may ready the horse, forge the sword and fortify the walls. We may summon all our skill, all our wisdom and all our might. Yet, in the end, the tide of battle, the outcome of every struggle, is determined by the hand of the Lord. For He alone commands the winds and the waves, the rising and the falling of kingdoms, the triumph of the righteous and the defeat of the wicked. It is His sovereign power that turns the impossible into the inevitable. . This does not mean we sit idle, awaiting deliverance without effort. No, preparation is a mark of faith. To ready the horse is to demonstrate our trust in God’s provision. To wield the sword is to show our commitment to the cause of righteousness. Yet, in all this, we must remember: our preparations are the offering, the victory belongs to Him who is King of Kings. . And so, I say to you: Prepare! Sharpen your swords of faith, gird your hearts with the armor of truth and mount your horses with steadfast courage. But as you ride into the fray, let your heart rest not in your preparations but in the certainty that God goes before you. For it is He who strengthens the arm, steadies the shield and guides the arrow to its mark. . Remember this: no army, no king, no force of man can stand against the will of the Almighty. Though the enemy may seem overwhelming, though the odds may defy reason, the victory rests with the Lord. And His victory is always just, always true, always complete. . So prepare well, child of God. Ready your horse, your sword, your heart. But as you do, place your trust where it belongs—not in the horse, nor in the sword, nor in yourself—but in the One who commands the heavens. For it is His hand that brings the victory. And when the battle is done, you shall stand, not in pride but in awe, knowing it was His power that triumphed through you. #ChristIsKing #WeAreTheStorm

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showing the tattoo to P'Faye and our experience of meeting Faye Malisorn 🌻🤍 Vietnam will always hold a special place in our heart Because it gave us chance to meet you 🌻our promise to you is not just a line, it’s a truth that lives within us, just like the words tattooed on my skin-"I promise not to go, if you promise to stay".Meeting you felt like being surrounded by the purest form of love gentle, genuine, and full of light. Being around you was like embracing in warmth and calm. Your aura is something so rare, so positive. It’s healing in the softest, most powerful way. When I was leaving, you said, “Can’t wait to see you again.” and those words, I am gonna take in my heart, Don’t worry… we will be back soon — to once again surround ourself with all the love, strength, and kindness that lives within you. You inspire us endlessly not just with your beauty, which radiates far beyond your face, but with the depth of your heart. I’m so incredibly proud of who you are. You’ve taught us how to hold our head high even in life’s darkest moments, and how to keep gratitude alive in our heart no matter the storm. Meeting you has been an honor beyond words a golden soul with unshakable integrity, the courage to stand against what’s wrong, and a heart that never breaks a promise. I promise to be here for you no matter what🌻Until we meet again, I’m sending you all the blessings in the universe. With all our love, from India to you 🇮🇳 🌻 LOVE LETTER TO PERAYA #Faye1stFMinHCMC #FayePeraya #ฝ้ายพีรญา
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showing the tattoo to P'Faye and our experience of meeting Faye Malisorn 🌻🤍 Vietnam will always hold a special place in our heart Because it gave us chance to meet you 🌻our promise to you is not just a line, it’s a truth that lives within us, just like the words tattooed on my skin-"I promise not to go, if you promise to stay".Meeting you felt like being surrounded by the purest form of love gentle, genuine, and full of light. Being around you was like embracing in warmth and calm. Your aura is something so rare, so positive. It’s healing in the softest, most powerful way. When I was leaving, you said, “Can’t wait to see you again.” and those words, I am gonna take in my heart, Don’t worry… we will be back soon — to once again surround ourself with all the love, strength, and kindness that lives within you. You inspire us endlessly not just with your beauty, which radiates far beyond your face, but with the depth of your heart. I’m so incredibly proud of who you are. You’ve taught us how to hold our head high even in life’s darkest moments, and how to keep gratitude alive in our heart no matter the storm. Meeting you has been an honor beyond words a golden soul with unshakable integrity, the courage to stand against what’s wrong, and a heart that never breaks a promise. I promise to be here for you no matter what🌻Until we meet again, I’m sending you all the blessings in the universe. With all our love, from India to you 🇮🇳 🌻 LOVE LETTER TO PERAYA #Faye1stFMinHCMC #FayePeraya #ฝ้ายพีรญา

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Children of God, hear me. You have been called into a battle far greater than that of swords and shields, a battle against the unseen powers of darkness that seek to corrupt and consume. Yet, take heart—for the words of the Apostle John ring as a clarion call across the centuries: ‘You are of God, little children and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.’ . This is not merely a declaration, it is a promise. The One who resides within you is the very Spirit of God, the breath that stirred the waters of creation, the power that raised Christ from the grave and the flame that ignites the hearts of the faithful. This indwelling strength is mightier than any force of this world, mightier than the legions of hell that march against you. . Do you see the implication of this truth? The ruler of this world, the enemy of our souls, may seek to sow despair and chaos, yet he trembles before the presence of God within you. The forces of evil thrive on fear, yet they are powerless against a heart that beats with the courage of Christ. What army, what king, what demon can stand against the child of God who walks in the fullness of this promise? None. . Consider this: David, a shepherd boy, faced Goliath not with armor or sword but with the confidence that the God who dwelled within him was greater than the giant before him. Gideon, with only three hundred men, routed a vast army because he relied not on numbers but on the strength of the Almighty. And even Christ Himself, in the wilderness, stood unshaken against Satan, for He bore the fullness of God within Him. In each of these, the truth of 1 John 4:4 was revealed: the power of God in His children cannot be overcome. . Do not be deceived, beloved of God. The trials you face, the adversaries that rise against you, may appear insurmountable. But appearances are the weapon of the enemy, meant to blind you to the truth. You are not alone. The Spirit that moves mountains and silences storms dwells within you. Stand firm in this knowledge. Let it be your shield, your fortress, your banner in battle. . Let the world shake. Let the enemy roar. But you, child of God, stand tall. For He who is in you is greater—greater than fear, greater than sin, greater than death itself. With this truth, you are invincible, for the strength of Heaven courses through your veins. Take up this mantle of faith and stride forward as a conqueror, not in your own might but in the power of the Almighty. . Remember this, and let it guide your steps: you are of God, and He has overcome the world. Therefore, you too shall overcome. Walk boldly in the light of this truth, for the Spirit within you is the light that no darkness can extinguish. #ChristIsKing #WeAreTheStorm
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The Redeemed

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My grandfather was a successful businessman in Afghanistan. He was picked by Mujahideen from the home & my teen aged uncle joined their opponents to avenge his father & my uncle martyred by Russian forces. My grandmother with her 4 years old son left the country & came to Pakistan for safety of her family. My very near and dear were missing; I know the pain of missing persons very well but me or anyone else in my family have never joined hands with the enemies to destabilise Afghanistan 🇦🇫 or ever thought about dividing the country on ethnic lines. Now few questions for my dear Maharang Baloch. In 600k ethnic Baloch only 200 is protesting, is that protest registered ?? Missing persons issue is genuine but is it justified to call for independent Baluchistan and also calling Pakistan’s Kashmir for an independent state ?? Mama Qadeer also staged same March but after gaining popularity he called Indian 🇮🇳 assistance for the armed struggle against Pakistan 🇵🇰 ?? Your father gave you this vision of separate Baluchistan (in the name of political awareness) when u were just a kid & your father was a BLA commander, according to a BBC article?? You are a public servant of the GOP with 200k monthly salary and so is your brother, so isn’t it a mutiny against the country you are taking benefits from ?? Why don’t you search your missing persons in those militants involved in subversive activities from Iran/ Afghanistan, there is 1.5 millions baloch in İran right now and of course in Afghanistan?? And last but not the least. In the guise Missing persons you are actually targeting the state of Pakistan🇵🇰. If you answer these questions fairly then we may support you for your cause otherwise stop this melodrama,,, go home and serve your people as per the salary your are getting. #Balochistan #BalochLongMarchtoIslamabad
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My grandfather was a successful businessman in Afghanistan. He was picked by Mujahideen from the home & my teen aged uncle joined their opponents to avenge his father & my uncle martyred by Russian forces. My grandmother with her 4 years old son left the country & came to Pakistan for safety of her family. My very near and dear were missing; I know the pain of missing persons very well but me or anyone else in my family have never joined hands with the enemies to destabilise Afghanistan 🇦🇫 or ever thought about dividing the country on ethnic lines. Now few questions for my dear Maharang Baloch. In 600k ethnic Baloch only 200 is protesting, is that protest registered ?? Missing persons issue is genuine but is it justified to call for independent Baluchistan and also calling Pakistan’s Kashmir for an independent state ?? Mama Qadeer also staged same March but after gaining popularity he called Indian 🇮🇳 assistance for the armed struggle against Pakistan 🇵🇰 ?? Your father gave you this vision of separate Baluchistan (in the name of political awareness) when u were just a kid & your father was a BLA commander, according to a BBC article?? You are a public servant of the GOP with 200k monthly salary and so is your brother, so isn’t it a mutiny against the country you are taking benefits from ?? Why don’t you search your missing persons in those militants involved in subversive activities from Iran/ Afghanistan, there is 1.5 millions baloch in İran right now and of course in Afghanistan?? And last but not the least. In the guise Missing persons you are actually targeting the state of Pakistan🇵🇰. If you answer these questions fairly then we may support you for your cause otherwise stop this melodrama,,, go home and serve your people as per the salary your are getting. #Balochistan #BalochLongMarchtoIslamabad

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🚨BREAKING: THAT’S NOT “SCARY.” THAT’S AMERICAN AIRPOWER. They say it’s terrifying. It should be. When you see an aircraft overhead releasing precision ordnance in formation, what you’re witnessing isn’t chaos. It’s dominance. That’s the A-10 Warthog. Built for survivability. Built to protect American troops on the ground. Built to fly low, take hits, and keep coming back. That airframe isn’t designed to “destroy a whole country.” It’s designed to eliminate threats that endanger American lives. There’s a difference. The Warthog was forged in the Cold War. Titanium bathtub cockpit. 30mm GAU-8 Avenger cannon. Redundant flight systems. It was engineered so that even when damaged… it finishes the mission. When America displays capability, it isn’t for theatrics. It’s deterrence. Strength prevents war more often than weakness does. What some call “scary”… millions of Americans call security. That aircraft represents: Our engineers. Our pilots. Our maintainers. Our sons and daughters who stand between chaos and home. This isn’t fear. This is freedom backed by force. #SilentMajoritySpeaks #AStoneGroove

A Gene Robinson

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I’m so excited to share that Cribl has closed an oversubscribed $319M Series E round at a new $3.5B valuation, up 40% from our Series D just two years ago. The round was led by GV in one of their largest ever investments, with participation from GIC, CapitalG , IVP , and CRV . But that’s not all. GV partner and former GitLab CRO Michael McBride (Michael McBride) is joining our board of directors. This is an incredible milestone for us and it goes to show that solving real problems for real users works really well! Since day 1, Cribl was built to help you unlock the value of all your IT and security data. We’re taking a different approach to data management, with vendor-agnostic products that resolve the tension between data growth (28% CAGR and growing!) and budget growth while giving you choice, control, and flexibility. We’re here for the critically important but often underserved IT and security practitioners who keep businesses running. And we’ll continue to innovate to meet your needs. Thank you to our customers, partners, investors, and all of the amazing goats who have supported and trusted us during this journey. Here’s to more incredible moments as we continue to succeed together! Read more about the announcement in my blog post: ​​
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I’m so excited to share that Cribl has closed an oversubscribed $319M Series E round at a new $3.5B valuation, up 40% from our Series D just two years ago. The round was led by GV in one of their largest ever investments, with participation from GIC, CapitalG , IVP , and CRV . But that’s not all. GV partner and former GitLab CRO Michael McBride (Michael McBride) is joining our board of directors. This is an incredible milestone for us and it goes to show that solving real problems for real users works really well! Since day 1, Cribl was built to help you unlock the value of all your IT and security data. We’re taking a different approach to data management, with vendor-agnostic products that resolve the tension between data growth (28% CAGR and growing!) and budget growth while giving you choice, control, and flexibility. We’re here for the critically important but often underserved IT and security practitioners who keep businesses running. And we’ll continue to innovate to meet your needs. Thank you to our customers, partners, investors, and all of the amazing goats who have supported and trusted us during this journey. Here’s to more incredible moments as we continue to succeed together! Read more about the announcement in my blog post: ​​

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Citizens of Slippery Rock, friends, family, and supporters, Despite the tens of thousands of dollars of outsider money and the multitude of outside influence spent on us, WE WON! For a 3rd consecutive time, you’ve placed your trust in me and I am eternally grateful. In this victory, we celebrate not just a victory, but a shared commitment to keeping Slippery Rock the strong, vibrant community we’ve buikt togrther over the past 8 years.. First and foremost, I want to thank God for His blessings and protection To my incredible wife and our beautiful daughter: you are my rock, my inspiration, and the reason I fight every day to make this town and this nation better for families like ours. Your strength in enduring the assaults and quiet sacrifices inspires me to strength. To my parents, who instilled in me the values of hard work and service, and to the brave men and women I served with in the United States Marine Corps—your sacrifices remind me that faith, family, and freedom are worth defending. To the volunteers, the door-knockers, the sign-wavers, and everyone who believed in our vision: you made this possible. Your energy and dedication turned passion into action. This victory is truly yours and I’m humbled to be your conduit for it. From the halls of Slippery Rock University, where I earned my degrees and where so many young minds are shaped, to our local businesses, parks, and neighborhoods, we’ve accomplished so much since 2018. We’ve revitalized our downtown, supported our first responders, and fostered unprecedented economic growth while erasing nearly $1,000,000 of debt and never raising your taxes. But we’re Not. Done. Yet. In the coming term, we’ll continue to prioritize safe streets, strong economy, and opportunities for all. We’ll stand firm on the principles upon which our great nation was built while protecting our freedoms, supporting our veterans, and ensuring that Slippery Rock remains a place where hard work pays off and families thrive. We’ll continue to tackle infrastructure challenges, boost tourism around our university and natural beauty, and make sure every voice is heard. To Butler County and beyond: Slippery Rock has and will continue to lead from the front and by example. So here’s to our bright future. Together, we’ll Keep Slippery Rock Great. May God bless you all, May God bless Slippery Rock, and May God bless the United States of America.

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Hills I will die on as someone who has coached high school football for over 29 years: 1. If you are not PASSIONATE about blessing, serving, and empowering those you are blessed to coach, this profession is not for you. 2. As much as we need to know our trade, getting to know (and to love), our players is far more important. 3. This is an INTENSE game, and it’ll never be “just a game”, but it IS a game. Remember that when you’re with your team, and more importantly, remember that when you’re with your family. 4. Just as we teach our athletes to “leave things better than they found them”, we need to leave our athletes better than they were when they first entered into our program. Never let a day pass without pouring into each and every individual. 5. Life is complicated enough, let’s not complicate the game in such a way that we take the joy of it away from others. In other words… Keep it simple. 6. Our words carry little (or NO), value, if we don’t practice what we preach. WE as coaches should be learning and growing each and every day, just as we expect our athletes to. 7. As much as we all want to win those championship rings for our athletes, make sure you don’t lose your wedding ring in the process. 8. The athlete that may be “difficult to reach/teach” (the one who may get on your last nerve more than you could ever imagine), is someone’s EVERYTHING. Get to know them as human beings, find out what motivates them, and do everything you can to help them to thrive. 9. Be where your feet are. Don’t fall into the trap of chasing logos and thinking that a higher division, a bigger school, or going from HS to college, or even college to the pros, is going to be more rewarding or fulfilling. 10. The legacy you leave as a coach will never be determined by your wins and losses, but by the lives you were able to change for the better!
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Hills I will die on as someone who has coached high school football for over 29 years: 1. If you are not PASSIONATE about blessing, serving, and empowering those you are blessed to coach, this profession is not for you. 2. As much as we need to know our trade, getting to know (and to love), our players is far more important. 3. This is an INTENSE game, and it’ll never be “just a game”, but it IS a game. Remember that when you’re with your team, and more importantly, remember that when you’re with your family. 4. Just as we teach our athletes to “leave things better than they found them”, we need to leave our athletes better than they were when they first entered into our program. Never let a day pass without pouring into each and every individual. 5. Life is complicated enough, let’s not complicate the game in such a way that we take the joy of it away from others. In other words… Keep it simple. 6. Our words carry little (or NO), value, if we don’t practice what we preach. WE as coaches should be learning and growing each and every day, just as we expect our athletes to. 7. As much as we all want to win those championship rings for our athletes, make sure you don’t lose your wedding ring in the process. 8. The athlete that may be “difficult to reach/teach” (the one who may get on your last nerve more than you could ever imagine), is someone’s EVERYTHING. Get to know them as human beings, find out what motivates them, and do everything you can to help them to thrive. 9. Be where your feet are. Don’t fall into the trap of chasing logos and thinking that a higher division, a bigger school, or going from HS to college, or even college to the pros, is going to be more rewarding or fulfilling. 10. The legacy you leave as a coach will never be determined by your wins and losses, but by the lives you were able to change for the better!

Coach Hines 🇺🇸

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Infant sleep can be such a tricky thing. Just as soon as you get reaccustomed to resting through the night, all of a sudden your baby reverts to waking multiple times a night. Welcome to the 8 month sleep regression. Interruptions in sleep patterns often coincide with the development of new skills and somewhere around 8 months you’re due for the biggest of them all. That’s because your baby is becoming mobile - and putting all the skills together to roll, crawl, and even pull to a stand in their crib. For infants this is a HUGE breakthrough. Imagine having spent your entire life mostly stationary, with your ability to pursue your own interests - or even adjust your view - subject to the whims of a caregiver. Somewhere between 6-9 months most babies begin discovering a host of new abilities. And let’s face it, some of them are a lot more entertaining than sleep. The good news (at 3am) is that the novelty here is temporary…but there are some important ways you can help your baby to navigate this period safely. Perhaps the most important one is illustrated in this video. And that’s adjusting the height of your child’s crib mattress to its lowest level. With newborns and immobile infants, it’s often convenient to elevate their mattress so they can be placed into and retrieved from the crib more easily. But when your baby begins pulling to a stand it’s critical that you lower their mattress to prevent accidental falls. Babies are top heavy and can easily go tumbling out without such adjustments. You may also find that your baby masters pulling to a stand faster than they master sitting back down - which can create a crib dilemma and a need for assistance. You can navigate through this phase more quickly by providing lots of wakeful practice in both standing and sitting, which may involve gently guiding your little one to bend their legs at the knee - or even placing an appealing toy on the ground near their feet to incentivize sitting back down. As for the sleep regression, it’ll be over before you know it. And while it can be frustrating in the middle of the night, think of it as a breakthrough. Your baby is reaching new developmental milestones - and about to go fully mobile. This sweet little guy was shared to IG by fesgheliha_.
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Infant sleep can be such a tricky thing. Just as soon as you get reaccustomed to resting through the night, all of a sudden your baby reverts to waking multiple times a night. Welcome to the 8 month sleep regression. Interruptions in sleep patterns often coincide with the development of new skills and somewhere around 8 months you’re due for the biggest of them all. That’s because your baby is becoming mobile - and putting all the skills together to roll, crawl, and even pull to a stand in their crib. For infants this is a HUGE breakthrough. Imagine having spent your entire life mostly stationary, with your ability to pursue your own interests - or even adjust your view - subject to the whims of a caregiver. Somewhere between 6-9 months most babies begin discovering a host of new abilities. And let’s face it, some of them are a lot more entertaining than sleep. The good news (at 3am) is that the novelty here is temporary…but there are some important ways you can help your baby to navigate this period safely. Perhaps the most important one is illustrated in this video. And that’s adjusting the height of your child’s crib mattress to its lowest level. With newborns and immobile infants, it’s often convenient to elevate their mattress so they can be placed into and retrieved from the crib more easily. But when your baby begins pulling to a stand it’s critical that you lower their mattress to prevent accidental falls. Babies are top heavy and can easily go tumbling out without such adjustments. You may also find that your baby masters pulling to a stand faster than they master sitting back down - which can create a crib dilemma and a need for assistance. You can navigate through this phase more quickly by providing lots of wakeful practice in both standing and sitting, which may involve gently guiding your little one to bend their legs at the knee - or even placing an appealing toy on the ground near their feet to incentivize sitting back down. As for the sleep regression, it’ll be over before you know it. And while it can be frustrating in the middle of the night, think of it as a breakthrough. Your baby is reaching new developmental milestones - and about to go fully mobile. This sweet little guy was shared to IG by fesgheliha_.

Dan Wuori

129,791 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

🔊 CHURCH: THIS IS WHAT THE ENEMY DOESN'T WANT US TO DO TODAY!! He wants us distracted, discouraged, exhausted, and spiritually worn out because he knows that when God's people pray, God moves! Just as Abraham pleaded for Sodom, and Moses stood in the gap for Israel, let’s stand in the gap today for our family, friends, neighbors, and all who are still lost. This is where the battle is! We're living in the final seconds of the Age of Grace!! LET'S STAND IN THE GAP ONE MORE TIME WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME!!! Lord,🕊️ We come before You in the name of Jesus—not in our own wisdom or strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb—we declare that You are the God who seeks and saves the lost, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and eternal life with You!!! 🔥So many today are walking toward this fire—unaware or unwilling to turn! 👉🏼This is where rebellion leads. This is where deception ends. This is where excuses are stripped away! 🔁Father, we stand in the gap now—while there is still breath, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible! 👉🏼We present before You our mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors, and all who are deceived; all who are hardened; all who are wounded; all who are bound by sin, fear, pride, trauma, addictions, false beliefs, or false peace!!! ⚔️In the authority of Jesus Christ, we stand against every work of the enemy assigned against their souls. We ask You to bind every spirit of deception, confusion, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false doctrine, false religion, and false peace. 🪢Lord, silence every lie that exalts itself against the knowledge of God—every false identity and every argument raised against the truth! 💣Tear down every idol exalted above You: love of self, love of comfort, love of pleasure, love of money, love of the world, and every identity not rooted in Christ alone! Tear down every stronghold built in their minds: 👉🏼strongholds of trauma, 👉🏼strongholds of fear and anxiety, 👉🏼strongholds of shame, guilt, and condemnation, 👉🏼strongholds of bitterness, offense, resentment, and unforgiveness, 👉🏼strongholds of rebellion and stubbornness, 👉🏼strongholds of self-sufficiency and control, 👉🏼strongholds of hopelessness, despair, and fatalism. 💣Tear down every false belief formed through pain, loss, abuse, disappointment, or deception. 💥Break every agreement—knowingly or unknowingly—with lies spoken over them, lies they believed, and lies passed down generationally!! ❌Lord, cancel every repeating cycle of bondage, addiction, immorality, unbelief, broken relationships, and destruction! 💣Break the power of every fear—fear of surrender, fear of truth, fear of obedience, fear of rejection, fear of loss, and fear of DEATH! ⚔️Break every bond of addiction, lust, perversion, escapism, and hidden sin!!! ❌Cancel every word spoken over them that contradicts Your truth. ❌Cancel every generational pattern that keeps repeating destruction. ❌Cancel every demonic assignment sent to blind, deceive, delay, distract, or destroy them. 💥Destroy every resistance to the Holy Spirit—every quenched conviction, delayed obedience, and HARDENED HEART!!! Father, we ask that You would remove the veil from their eyes. 👉🏼Let scales fall. 👉🏼Let truth pierce through every layer of deception. 👉🏼Let hearts be softened where they have grown calloused. 🕊️Holy Spirit, we ask You to pursue them relentlessly, yet gently! ✅Meet them in dreams and in the moments of silence. Meet them in the middle of their pain and in the questions they cannot escape! ✅Cause divine interruptions! Send sisters and brothers across their path who speak truth with love! ✅Remove influences that keep them bound! Expose what is false and collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are—not religion, not control, not condemnation, but —The Way, The Truth and The Life!! 👉🏼Let them feel the weight of eternity—not terror, but urgency. Let them hunger for truth and become restless in sin and unable to find peace apart from You! 📖Your Word is clear: Eternity is real, hell is real! Salvation is NOW!!! FATHER, SAVE THEM, BEFORE THE TRIBULATION BEGINS!!! 🔥Pull them back from the edge! Rescue them from a destiny they were never created for! Let this be the moment where fear gives way to repentance, and repentance gives way to salvation!! 👉🏼We declare that today is the day of salvation! 👉🏼We declare that mercy still stands! 👉🏼We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 👉🏼We stand on Your promises! That You draw all people to Yourself, that Your arm is not too short to save, and that You leave the ninety-nine to go after the one!! Even when we do not see it, even when nothing seems to change, we trust that You are working behind the scenes! 🤲🏼We place our loved ones fully into Your hands!! 👆🏼We declare that salvation belongs to You! 👆🏼We declare that chains will break! 👆🏼We declare that prodigals will return! 👆🏼We declare that what the enemy meant for evil, You will turn for good! 🩸Cover them with the blood of Jesus. Protect them from deception and from taking the MARK OF THE BEAST! Preserve them until the moment You bring them home! 🙏🏼Lord, we pray that if they are not saved before You come, then during the Tribulation may they see the light of Christ shining brighter than ever before. Draw them to Yourself, seeking refuge in Your grace and finding hope in Your promises. Help them remember the truth they have heard today. Use the testimony of the two witnesses, the 144,000, and the three angels to awaken their hearts and lead them to repentance and faith. Surround them with believers who will encourage them, strengthen them, and point them to Jesus. Let Your Holy Spirit work powerfully in their hearts until they surrender completely to You. 💙 Lord... You also see us!! You see the ones who have been praying for years. The ones who cry for the same people over and over again. The ones who have watched loved ones reject You... again and again. Lord... we're tired. 👉🏼Some of us are running on empty. Some of us wonder if anything we say even matters anymore. Some of us have become discouraged watching this world grow darker by the day. You hear us constantly whisper every day saying, "Lord... I just want to come Home!!!!" Lift us up today, strengthen our weary hearts. Fill us again with Your Holy Spirit. 🛎️Remind us that You are still saving. 🛎️Remind us that You are still pursuing them. 🛎️Remind us that You are still working behind the scenes—even when we can't see it. ❌Don't let us grow cold. ❌Don't let us become distracted. ❌Don't let us lose our urgency. ❌Don't let us stop praying. ❌Don't let us stop sharing the Gospel. 🔥Give us boldness! 🔥Give us endurance! 🔥Give us fresh fire for these last moments before You come! Lord... if there's one more person You want us to reach... give us the strength to stand in the gap one more time... 🙌🏼We thank You in advance for what You are already doing—even now. To You alone belong all the glory, all the honor, all the praise, and all the power, forever and ever! ....and Lord, PLEASE COME!!!! We pray in the mighty Name of Jesus Christ! Amen. MARANATHA! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!!🤍
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🔊 CHURCH: THIS IS WHAT THE ENEMY DOESN'T WANT US TO DO TODAY!! He wants us distracted, discouraged, exhausted, and spiritually worn out because he knows that when God's people pray, God moves! Just as Abraham pleaded for Sodom, and Moses stood in the gap for Israel, let’s stand in the gap today for our family, friends, neighbors, and all who are still lost. This is where the battle is! We're living in the final seconds of the Age of Grace!! LET'S STAND IN THE GAP ONE MORE TIME WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME!!! Lord,🕊️ We come before You in the name of Jesus—not in our own wisdom or strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb—we declare that You are the God who seeks and saves the lost, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and eternal life with You!!! 🔥So many today are walking toward this fire—unaware or unwilling to turn! 👉🏼This is where rebellion leads. This is where deception ends. This is where excuses are stripped away! 🔁Father, we stand in the gap now—while there is still breath, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible! 👉🏼We present before You our mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors, and all who are deceived; all who are hardened; all who are wounded; all who are bound by sin, fear, pride, trauma, addictions, false beliefs, or false peace!!! ⚔️In the authority of Jesus Christ, we stand against every work of the enemy assigned against their souls. We ask You to bind every spirit of deception, confusion, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false doctrine, false religion, and false peace. 🪢Lord, silence every lie that exalts itself against the knowledge of God—every false identity and every argument raised against the truth! 💣Tear down every idol exalted above You: love of self, love of comfort, love of pleasure, love of money, love of the world, and every identity not rooted in Christ alone! Tear down every stronghold built in their minds: 👉🏼strongholds of trauma, 👉🏼strongholds of fear and anxiety, 👉🏼strongholds of shame, guilt, and condemnation, 👉🏼strongholds of bitterness, offense, resentment, and unforgiveness, 👉🏼strongholds of rebellion and stubbornness, 👉🏼strongholds of self-sufficiency and control, 👉🏼strongholds of hopelessness, despair, and fatalism. 💣Tear down every false belief formed through pain, loss, abuse, disappointment, or deception. 💥Break every agreement—knowingly or unknowingly—with lies spoken over them, lies they believed, and lies passed down generationally!! ❌Lord, cancel every repeating cycle of bondage, addiction, immorality, unbelief, broken relationships, and destruction! 💣Break the power of every fear—fear of surrender, fear of truth, fear of obedience, fear of rejection, fear of loss, and fear of DEATH! ⚔️Break every bond of addiction, lust, perversion, escapism, and hidden sin!!! ❌Cancel every word spoken over them that contradicts Your truth. ❌Cancel every generational pattern that keeps repeating destruction. ❌Cancel every demonic assignment sent to blind, deceive, delay, distract, or destroy them. 💥Destroy every resistance to the Holy Spirit—every quenched conviction, delayed obedience, and HARDENED HEART!!! Father, we ask that You would remove the veil from their eyes. 👉🏼Let scales fall. 👉🏼Let truth pierce through every layer of deception. 👉🏼Let hearts be softened where they have grown calloused. 🕊️Holy Spirit, we ask You to pursue them relentlessly, yet gently! ✅Meet them in dreams and in the moments of silence. Meet them in the middle of their pain and in the questions they cannot escape! ✅Cause divine interruptions! Send sisters and brothers across their path who speak truth with love! ✅Remove influences that keep them bound! Expose what is false and collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are—not religion, not control, not condemnation, but —The Way, The Truth and The Life!! 👉🏼Let them feel the weight of eternity—not terror, but urgency. Let them hunger for truth and become restless in sin and unable to find peace apart from You! 📖Your Word is clear: Eternity is real, hell is real! Salvation is NOW!!! FATHER, SAVE THEM, BEFORE THE TRIBULATION BEGINS!!! 🔥Pull them back from the edge! Rescue them from a destiny they were never created for! Let this be the moment where fear gives way to repentance, and repentance gives way to salvation!! 👉🏼We declare that today is the day of salvation! 👉🏼We declare that mercy still stands! 👉🏼We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 👉🏼We stand on Your promises! That You draw all people to Yourself, that Your arm is not too short to save, and that You leave the ninety-nine to go after the one!! Even when we do not see it, even when nothing seems to change, we trust that You are working behind the scenes! 🤲🏼We place our loved ones fully into Your hands!! 👆🏼We declare that salvation belongs to You! 👆🏼We declare that chains will break! 👆🏼We declare that prodigals will return! 👆🏼We declare that what the enemy meant for evil, You will turn for good! 🩸Cover them with the blood of Jesus. Protect them from deception and from taking the MARK OF THE BEAST! Preserve them until the moment You bring them home! 🙏🏼Lord, we pray that if they are not saved before You come, then during the Tribulation may they see the light of Christ shining brighter than ever before. Draw them to Yourself, seeking refuge in Your grace and finding hope in Your promises. Help them remember the truth they have heard today. Use the testimony of the two witnesses, the 144,000, and the three angels to awaken their hearts and lead them to repentance and faith. Surround them with believers who will encourage them, strengthen them, and point them to Jesus. Let Your Holy Spirit work powerfully in their hearts until they surrender completely to You. 💙 Lord... You also see us!! You see the ones who have been praying for years. The ones who cry for the same people over and over again. The ones who have watched loved ones reject You... again and again. Lord... we're tired. 👉🏼Some of us are running on empty. Some of us wonder if anything we say even matters anymore. Some of us have become discouraged watching this world grow darker by the day. You hear us constantly whisper every day saying, "Lord... I just want to come Home!!!!" Lift us up today, strengthen our weary hearts. Fill us again with Your Holy Spirit. 🛎️Remind us that You are still saving. 🛎️Remind us that You are still pursuing them. 🛎️Remind us that You are still working behind the scenes—even when we can't see it. ❌Don't let us grow cold. ❌Don't let us become distracted. ❌Don't let us lose our urgency. ❌Don't let us stop praying. ❌Don't let us stop sharing the Gospel. 🔥Give us boldness! 🔥Give us endurance! 🔥Give us fresh fire for these last moments before You come! Lord... if there's one more person You want us to reach... give us the strength to stand in the gap one more time... 🙌🏼We thank You in advance for what You are already doing—even now. To You alone belong all the glory, all the honor, all the praise, and all the power, forever and ever! ....and Lord, PLEASE COME!!!! We pray in the mighty Name of Jesus Christ! Amen. MARANATHA! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!!🤍

Maranatha777

24,640 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

🔊Church: WE ARE AT THE END, and we need to push back like never before. Let’s pray like we have NEVER PRAYED BEFORE! Lord, 🕊️ We come to You in the name of Jesus — not in our own strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb! Today we lay at Your feet every burden we have been carrying: the weight of the lies of this world, the intense spiritual warfare, and now the powerful "alien" deception we are up against! The wars and rumors of wars, the waiting, the pain, the wounds, the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty! The constant attacks against our minds, our families, our marriages, our health, and our faith! 🛸Father, the enemy has risen with more lies and deception! Even those in authority are speaking confusion, mixing truth and error, clouding discernment of many in your Church. False prophets continue to speak with seducing words, as the world continues the pursue of false peace—but Your Word has warned us that these things would come! So today we put on the WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD AND WE STAND STRONG refusing every trap and every lie! 👉🏼We gird our waists with TRUTH! 👉🏼We clothe ourselves with the breastplate of RIGHTEOUSNESS! 👉🏼We shod our feet with the preparation of the gospel of PEACE! 👉🏼Above all, we take up the shield of faith and quench every fiery dart of the wicked one! 👉🏼We put on the helmet of salvation! 👉🏼And we take up the sword of the Spirit — which is the WORD OF GOD! 👉🏼"Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints!" ⚫We acknowledge that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of darkness, and spiritual hosts of wickedness in heavenly places! 👆🏼And we declare that GREATER IS HE WHO IS IN US THAN HE WHO IS IN THE WORLD! 🩸IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST — by the power of His blood and under the authority You have given us — we break and dismantle every stronghold that is trying to operate against our minds, our hearts, and our wills! 💣Every spirit of DECEPTION, heaviness, fear, weariness, discouragement, depression, hopelessness, confusion, bondage, strife, and unforgiveness — WE COMMAND THEM TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW IN JESUS’ NAME! ❌WE RENOUNCE every lie spoken over and against us! Every narrative that seeks to destroy the Word of God in us, every voice of doubt, failure, accusation, and condemnation — and ALL fear rooted in uncertainty about the future! ⚔️We cast down lies, arguments, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and we bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ! 💥Lord, please break the lies of this world! Expose the darkness! Tear down every throne of deceit! 🛡️With the sword of truth in our hands — WE PRESS FORWARD! With the shield of faith lifted high — WE STAND STRONG!!! LORD, EXPOSE EVERY: 💥false narrative! 💥every false gospel! 💥every doctrine of demons! 💥every counterfeit spirit! 💥every wolf! 💥every goat! 💥every false teacher pretending to speak in Your name!!! ❌Silence the voices that twist Your truth! Awaken Your church and give us CLEAR MINDS and HOLY DISCERNMENT!!! 🩸Purify Your bride, Lord! 🩸Burn away compromise! 🩸Destroy lukewarmness! 🩸Cut away every idol and every hidden deception! 🩸Guard Your flock with heavenly armor! 🩸Raise up watchmen on the walls! 🩸Raise up shepherds who will not bow to deception! 🔬Teach Your people to test the spirits, to stand bold, to speak truth, and to REFUSE TO COMPROMISE! ⚡Let Your Word strike like lightning — dividing truth from error! FATHER, WE NOW STAND IN THE GAP FOR THE LOST! 👉🏼For our mothers and fathers, our sons and daughters, our sisters and brothers, our friends, our neighbors, and every soul still trapped in darkness! 🙏🏼Father, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible, while the door of grace is still open — PLEASE SAVE THEM! ⚔️We come against every spirit of deception, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false religion, false peace, fear, and hardness of heart! 💣We tear down every stronghold built through trauma, shame, bitterness, abuse, addiction, lust, hopelessness, and despair! We break every chain in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! 🕊️Holy Spirit, pursue them relentlessly — yet gently. Meet them in dreams. Meet them in their pain. Meet them in the silence they cannot escape! Cause divine interruptions! Send laborers across their path! Expose what is false! Collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are: 👉🏼THE WAY, 👉🏼THE TRUTH, 👉🏼AND THE LIFE! Let scales fall from their eyes! Let hearts of stone become hearts of flesh! Let prodigals COME HOME! 🩸We declare that TODAY IS THE DAY OF SALVATION! 🩸We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 🩸We declare that chains WILL BREAK! 🩸We declare that salvation belongs to our God! 🛡️Lord, protect Your people from the deception that is coming upon the earth! Help us remain watchful, faithful, and discerning until the very end! 🪽Hide us in the secret place of the Most High. Cover us under Your wings. Command Your angels to protect and minister to us and our families! 🛡️We will not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at our side, and ten thousand at our right hand, BUT IT SHALL NOT COME NEAR US!!! ❌We declare that NO WEAPON formed against Your Church shall prosper! 🕯️Lord, give Your Church wisdom so that when we are asked or confronted with the deception that is coming out—about “UAPs,” “UFOs,” “aliens,” or any other misleading narratives—that we may respond with discernment in Your truth, rooted in Your Word, with NO fear or confusion, always pointing hearts back to Jesus Christ, the WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!! 💪🏼Give us strength to keep fighting until the trumpet sounds! Help us endure until the end and help us stand in this world: UNASHAMED! UNMOVED! UNBROKEN! UNDECEIVED! 🙌🏼We lift our eyes to YOU, TO YOU ALONE BE: 👉🏼ALL GLORY, 👉🏼ALL HONOR, 👉🏼ALL POWER, 👉🏼AND ALL DOMINION FOREVER! YOU ARE OUR LORD, THE KING OF KINGS, THE ONE WHO IS, WHO WAS, AND WHO IS TO COME! THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE ALMIGHTY KING! WE CRY OUT TO YOU AND SAY: 🔊"EVEN SO — COME, LORD JESUS!" In Jesus’ mighty name we pray, Amen. 🙏🏼 MARANATHA!!!
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🔊Church: WE ARE AT THE END, and we need to push back like never before. Let’s pray like we have NEVER PRAYED BEFORE! Lord, 🕊️ We come to You in the name of Jesus — not in our own strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb! Today we lay at Your feet every burden we have been carrying: the weight of the lies of this world, the intense spiritual warfare, and now the powerful "alien" deception we are up against! The wars and rumors of wars, the waiting, the pain, the wounds, the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty! The constant attacks against our minds, our families, our marriages, our health, and our faith! 🛸Father, the enemy has risen with more lies and deception! Even those in authority are speaking confusion, mixing truth and error, clouding discernment of many in your Church. False prophets continue to speak with seducing words, as the world continues the pursue of false peace—but Your Word has warned us that these things would come! So today we put on the WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD AND WE STAND STRONG refusing every trap and every lie! 👉🏼We gird our waists with TRUTH! 👉🏼We clothe ourselves with the breastplate of RIGHTEOUSNESS! 👉🏼We shod our feet with the preparation of the gospel of PEACE! 👉🏼Above all, we take up the shield of faith and quench every fiery dart of the wicked one! 👉🏼We put on the helmet of salvation! 👉🏼And we take up the sword of the Spirit — which is the WORD OF GOD! 👉🏼"Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints!" ⚫We acknowledge that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of darkness, and spiritual hosts of wickedness in heavenly places! 👆🏼And we declare that GREATER IS HE WHO IS IN US THAN HE WHO IS IN THE WORLD! 🩸IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST — by the power of His blood and under the authority You have given us — we break and dismantle every stronghold that is trying to operate against our minds, our hearts, and our wills! 💣Every spirit of DECEPTION, heaviness, fear, weariness, discouragement, depression, hopelessness, confusion, bondage, strife, and unforgiveness — WE COMMAND THEM TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW IN JESUS’ NAME! ❌WE RENOUNCE every lie spoken over and against us! Every narrative that seeks to destroy the Word of God in us, every voice of doubt, failure, accusation, and condemnation — and ALL fear rooted in uncertainty about the future! ⚔️We cast down lies, arguments, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and we bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ! 💥Lord, please break the lies of this world! Expose the darkness! Tear down every throne of deceit! 🛡️With the sword of truth in our hands — WE PRESS FORWARD! With the shield of faith lifted high — WE STAND STRONG!!! LORD, EXPOSE EVERY: 💥false narrative! 💥every false gospel! 💥every doctrine of demons! 💥every counterfeit spirit! 💥every wolf! 💥every goat! 💥every false teacher pretending to speak in Your name!!! ❌Silence the voices that twist Your truth! Awaken Your church and give us CLEAR MINDS and HOLY DISCERNMENT!!! 🩸Purify Your bride, Lord! 🩸Burn away compromise! 🩸Destroy lukewarmness! 🩸Cut away every idol and every hidden deception! 🩸Guard Your flock with heavenly armor! 🩸Raise up watchmen on the walls! 🩸Raise up shepherds who will not bow to deception! 🔬Teach Your people to test the spirits, to stand bold, to speak truth, and to REFUSE TO COMPROMISE! ⚡Let Your Word strike like lightning — dividing truth from error! FATHER, WE NOW STAND IN THE GAP FOR THE LOST! 👉🏼For our mothers and fathers, our sons and daughters, our sisters and brothers, our friends, our neighbors, and every soul still trapped in darkness! 🙏🏼Father, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible, while the door of grace is still open — PLEASE SAVE THEM! ⚔️We come against every spirit of deception, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false religion, false peace, fear, and hardness of heart! 💣We tear down every stronghold built through trauma, shame, bitterness, abuse, addiction, lust, hopelessness, and despair! We break every chain in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! 🕊️Holy Spirit, pursue them relentlessly — yet gently. Meet them in dreams. Meet them in their pain. Meet them in the silence they cannot escape! Cause divine interruptions! Send laborers across their path! Expose what is false! Collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are: 👉🏼THE WAY, 👉🏼THE TRUTH, 👉🏼AND THE LIFE! Let scales fall from their eyes! Let hearts of stone become hearts of flesh! Let prodigals COME HOME! 🩸We declare that TODAY IS THE DAY OF SALVATION! 🩸We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 🩸We declare that chains WILL BREAK! 🩸We declare that salvation belongs to our God! 🛡️Lord, protect Your people from the deception that is coming upon the earth! Help us remain watchful, faithful, and discerning until the very end! 🪽Hide us in the secret place of the Most High. Cover us under Your wings. Command Your angels to protect and minister to us and our families! 🛡️We will not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at our side, and ten thousand at our right hand, BUT IT SHALL NOT COME NEAR US!!! ❌We declare that NO WEAPON formed against Your Church shall prosper! 🕯️Lord, give Your Church wisdom so that when we are asked or confronted with the deception that is coming out—about “UAPs,” “UFOs,” “aliens,” or any other misleading narratives—that we may respond with discernment in Your truth, rooted in Your Word, with NO fear or confusion, always pointing hearts back to Jesus Christ, the WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!! 💪🏼Give us strength to keep fighting until the trumpet sounds! Help us endure until the end and help us stand in this world: UNASHAMED! UNMOVED! UNBROKEN! UNDECEIVED! 🙌🏼We lift our eyes to YOU, TO YOU ALONE BE: 👉🏼ALL GLORY, 👉🏼ALL HONOR, 👉🏼ALL POWER, 👉🏼AND ALL DOMINION FOREVER! YOU ARE OUR LORD, THE KING OF KINGS, THE ONE WHO IS, WHO WAS, AND WHO IS TO COME! THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE ALMIGHTY KING! WE CRY OUT TO YOU AND SAY: 🔊"EVEN SO — COME, LORD JESUS!" In Jesus’ mighty name we pray, Amen. 🙏🏼 MARANATHA!!!

Maranatha777

24,091 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

THERE ARE MOMENTS WHEN A SINGLE VIDEO SHATTERS YOUR HEART AND REVEALS THE TRUE COST OF FREEDOM. 🇺🇸🇮🇱 I just watched a clip of an American soldier kneeling down, looking his toddler in the eyes, and making the heaviest promise a father can make: "I will be back soon." My emotions immediately broke through. It tears your soul apart because you know exactly what he is walking into. Right now, American and Israeli warriors are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, fighting as one united, unstoppable army against the cruel, bloodthirsty Iranian regime. This is not just a battle over borders; it is the ultimate clash between our culture of life and their radical cult of death. These men do not go to war because they love destruction - they face the fire, the mud, and the terror so our children can sleep in absolute peace. They are the iron wall protecting the free world from darkness. Today, I am looking to the Heavens with a single, powerful prayer: May the Almighty fiercely protect the brave soldiers of the United States and the heroes of the IDF. May He shield them from evil. And please, God, let this American father keep his promise. Let him walk back through his front door and hold his little boy again. Will you stop scrolling for just one second? Type "AMEN" in the comments to join this global prayer for the safe return of every American and Israeli hero fighting for our lives!
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THERE ARE MOMENTS WHEN A SINGLE VIDEO SHATTERS YOUR HEART AND REVEALS THE TRUE COST OF FREEDOM. 🇺🇸🇮🇱 I just watched a clip of an American soldier kneeling down, looking his toddler in the eyes, and making the heaviest promise a father can make: "I will be back soon." My emotions immediately broke through. It tears your soul apart because you know exactly what he is walking into. Right now, American and Israeli warriors are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, fighting as one united, unstoppable army against the cruel, bloodthirsty Iranian regime. This is not just a battle over borders; it is the ultimate clash between our culture of life and their radical cult of death. These men do not go to war because they love destruction - they face the fire, the mud, and the terror so our children can sleep in absolute peace. They are the iron wall protecting the free world from darkness. Today, I am looking to the Heavens with a single, powerful prayer: May the Almighty fiercely protect the brave soldiers of the United States and the heroes of the IDF. May He shield them from evil. And please, God, let this American father keep his promise. Let him walk back through his front door and hold his little boy again. Will you stop scrolling for just one second? Type "AMEN" in the comments to join this global prayer for the safe return of every American and Israeli hero fighting for our lives!

סקיצה מזרחית

95,470 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

Yesterday my dog, Fischer, died suddenly and unexpectedly. I’m still in shock, blindsided by it all. He was as central a member of my family as any person. I’d like to tell you his story, briefly. 8 years ago, my 12-year old dog, Bandit, died after a long battle with kidney disease. A week later on a fishing trip, my brother encountered an abandoned, starving dog that swam out to his boat. When no owner could be found, I reluctantly took the dog in, and named him Fischer. I’m so glad I did. Along with his older sister, Daisy, he was my pandemic dog, my hiking buddy, and my left armrest while watching tv or gaming. He loved pawing at Red XIII (which we jokingly called him, the counterpart to my other dog, a Torgal lookalike), and he loved play fighting me while I tried to make my bed after he would crawl in it during the night. He loved playing fetch, and especially curling up against me for safety during storms. He was 90 pounds of rambunctious devotion. And God he loved me. We unknowingly spent his final morning on a hike. He chased and ran and played like usual. It was a perfect last memory with him, doing what we loved doing together most. He was “a fine hound,” and one of my favorite blessings. We’re going to miss him so much, but are so thankful for his life. That’s the thing about gratitude. It commingles with grief in such a way that both can breathe. And in that way, I guess I can breathe, too. At least, that’s what I’m trying to practice. Every gasp of sadness is met with an exhale of gratitude. I know many of you loved seeing him on stream. The couch behind me may have a Red XIII-sized hole now, but I’ll always cherish the memories of us in that room. Maybe we’ll do a Fischer stream and talk about grief soon, but I’ll need a minute. Today though, I want to thank you all for loving him, and me, so well. Thanks, everyone, for your prayers and support as I breathe through this.
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Yesterday my dog, Fischer, died suddenly and unexpectedly. I’m still in shock, blindsided by it all. He was as central a member of my family as any person. I’d like to tell you his story, briefly. 8 years ago, my 12-year old dog, Bandit, died after a long battle with kidney disease. A week later on a fishing trip, my brother encountered an abandoned, starving dog that swam out to his boat. When no owner could be found, I reluctantly took the dog in, and named him Fischer. I’m so glad I did. Along with his older sister, Daisy, he was my pandemic dog, my hiking buddy, and my left armrest while watching tv or gaming. He loved pawing at Red XIII (which we jokingly called him, the counterpart to my other dog, a Torgal lookalike), and he loved play fighting me while I tried to make my bed after he would crawl in it during the night. He loved playing fetch, and especially curling up against me for safety during storms. He was 90 pounds of rambunctious devotion. And God he loved me. We unknowingly spent his final morning on a hike. He chased and ran and played like usual. It was a perfect last memory with him, doing what we loved doing together most. He was “a fine hound,” and one of my favorite blessings. We’re going to miss him so much, but are so thankful for his life. That’s the thing about gratitude. It commingles with grief in such a way that both can breathe. And in that way, I guess I can breathe, too. At least, that’s what I’m trying to practice. Every gasp of sadness is met with an exhale of gratitude. I know many of you loved seeing him on stream. The couch behind me may have a Red XIII-sized hole now, but I’ll always cherish the memories of us in that room. Maybe we’ll do a Fischer stream and talk about grief soon, but I’ll need a minute. Today though, I want to thank you all for loving him, and me, so well. Thanks, everyone, for your prayers and support as I breathe through this.

ProfNoctis

43,928 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.
0:10

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.

SiriusB

15,437 görüntüleme • 5 ay önce