Halting cancer research is vile. I lost my father and one of my dearest friends to cancer. Yesterday, my cousin's sweet wife entered hospice care after a grueling battle against cancer. She's not even 40 years old. Be near, Lord Jesus. These are hard days. 💔

2025 is showing me that to be undisciplined is to be unprepared.

Where you are feeling more than you have the capacity to reach is an invitation to take it to the Lord in prayer. It's time for intercessors to rise up.

I think of the rescuers, evacuees, those who lost everything. I think of the children whose sense of normalcy has been shattered. I think of the air quality. Pray for California, and help if you can. 🙏🏽

My heart goes out to everyone affected by the fires in California. I remember visiting the Hollywood Hills, and though I LOVED it there, my then undiagnosed OCD was in full flare. If something were to happen, I couldn't imagine a feasible way of evacuating everyone. What a nightmare. 💔

This grief is ours. We must bear it. We aren't getting through the next several years without acceptance. Next we must bear it, steward it. I love how the #92percent has already decided how it will and won't engage. Let's stay the course.

Jeremiah 10:19 AMP
[19] “Woe to me because of my [spiritual] brokenness!” [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] “My wound is incurable.” But I said, “Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, And I must bear it.”

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Threads was entertaining, but I am looking forward to being a bit more intentional here.