Prayer for Texas
As I write this, 51 have been killed in the Texas floods, at least, and 15 are kids. The total of missing people isn’t even clear yet. So be with them, God. Be there in silent ways nobody would ever expect.
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As I write this, 51 have been killed in the Texas floods, at least, and 15 are kids. The total of missing people isn’t even clear yet. So be with them, God. Be there in silent ways nobody would ever expect.
This is a public service announcement by the Editorial Staff at American Free News Network, on how to help our fellow Americans impacted by the flooding in Texas.
Today’s post is certainly light-hearted on the surface, but keep reading. There are deeper truths to be found–yes, even in our pets.
March, 1783. The Revolutionary War was not over. The throng of Continental soldiers encamped at headquarters was pissed.
There are a lot of things you can be. In fact, you can be anything you want in this life. You can just be yourself. You can be free. Be empowered. Be comfortable with who you are. Be invested in your own life.
They say blind dogs shouldn’t run. Namely because you can’t run when you’re a blind dog. You might run into stuff. Too many dangers. It’s scary.
It’s easy to be thankful when all is right with our world. But what about when life takes a turn for the worse?
Once upon a time, there was a duck named Lucky. He was small and white with a bright yellow bill, and he was born missing one leg. Lucky was unable to walk on land, but he could swim.
If my brain were a school bus, all the nerdy thoughts would be sitting up front. These are the responsible, grown-up thoughts, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and neckties, performing important tasks on calculators, computing existentially vital equations such as, “Do BLTs actually need the L?”
Peace. I pray for peace.
Not national peace. Not global peace. Those concepts would be nice, but they are too big for my head to comprehend. No human has ever seen world peace. I don’t even know what it would look like.
When I was a kid, my mother believed in angels, but I didn’t. I was on the fence about angels. I didn’t believe in hocus pocus. My thought was, if angels were real, then why were they always the worst team in the Major Leagues?
“I am 10 years old. My name is Peyton. I am a girl. People think Peyton is a boy name. But it can be both. What is your favorite animal? Mine is a dolphin.
Nature’s beauty evokes a deep emotional response that many interpret as a connection to God. That divine connection was evident on a recent trip to the Dakotas.
Jesus told us not to worry. Scripture tells us over and over again to “fear not.” Yet, so many professing Christians have become professional worriers.
The 18-year-old girl was in the hospital room. Her bed sat amidst a forest of hissing machines and blinking lights. The young preacher knew he’d found the right room. He straightened his tie. This was the hardest part of his job.
The 14-year-old boy cried as he knelt beside his bedside, clasping his hands together. He sobbed, imploring the heavens for a miracle.
One can no longer even walk through a public shopping mall without seeing what would have once been considered X-rated material, now proudly displayed as advertising and window dressing.
Tomatoes are my favorite “non-vegetable” vegetable. I was recently informed by a smart person that tomatoes are—technically—a “fruit” because they are the ripened “ovary” of a flowering plant. But that’s just weird.
The Dothan Opera House is an old building, constructed during World War I. Everyone has performed here. Willie Nelson, the Statler Brothers, Conway Twitty, Bob Dylan.