I talked to my stepmom, just today, about the fact that my family of five might end up in a long-term motel if we can’t raise enough to pay our landlords. Losing my job, 3 months ago, has left us in a situation I never imagined. We sought help in all the right places but there’s no funding left.
My family is facing eviction, next week. I lost my job in October and, although I have put in 62 job applications and networked my rear off, I am still unemployed. Please consider donating. Even $5 adds up!! Thank you!!
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I can think of millions of people, myself included, who do NOT want to be even friend adjacent to tRump. 🤮
A true NY Slice, any day, every day!!!
I hate it when that happens.
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deserve happiness, health, freedom, and love.
If you made it this far, thank you.
~Steph 💙
they are.
I don’t care if you believe in God, who you love, where you were born, how much money you have, what language you speak, or what your past mistakes might be. I am here to be a friend, an advocate, a shoulder on which you can cry, and a warrior for your rights. We are all human and we all
falls apart. They profess to live as Christ. They do not.
In the 20+ years since, I have deconstructed. I have remarried. I have had more children. I. Have. Found. Happiness. And my love for God has never waned. Christ taught us to LOVE our brothers and sisters. ALL of them. And to meet them where
say, I left the Church. I didn’t leave my faith or my love for God. I left the institution that would rather me blindly follow an organization’s interpretation of a book and that cared nothing for my mental well-being or the general wellbeing of my children. Members must stay in check or it all
they when I was seeking help. For years? None of them would speak up because they couldn’t and wouldn’t speak against the senior pastor - the only one who still told me I was doing wrong. Behind closed doors they gave me love but when those doors were open again, I was looked down upon. Needless to
currently miserably, and breathing, and real. A couple weeks later, when I went to each individual pastor to let them know I would be ending my marriage, all but one supported me. Those that did, expressed shock that I’d made it “this long” and relief that I was getting out. So, where the heck were
multiple sins you commit, daily, by being together, such as fighting in front of the children, keeping them in a toxic home, potentially exposing them to harm from his “illness”…” I cried. Someone finally understood that my life was not a black and white passage from a rule book. My life was living,
One day, I was seeking the council of our prayer minister who asked me if I believed the Bible. Obviously I said yes. She then asked if that meant I believe that all sin is equal in the eyes of God. Again, I said yes. She looked at me and said, “What is worse - the single son of divorce or the
A personal mentor told me my vows were “in sickness and in health” and that my husband was obviously in sickness - to divorce him would be going against my vows, my God, my faith, everything… Life went from bad to effing horrible. I was beyond miserable.
One evening, my ex had the brilliant idea to expose himself to a Sonic carhop. A couple weeks later, a detective came to the house, looking for him. He denied it but I knew he did it. Again, I sought council. My pastor and many others within the church counseled me to “support him in his illness”.
🧵 I worked for a Southern Baptist Church for several years. At that time, I was married to my first husband. He was emotionally and verbally abusive. I sought council from my pastor re divorce and was told that unless he was cheating on or beating me, I wouldn’t have the church’s support to do so.
Never miss the truly important things, even if it’s for a cat and horse show!
What was once my favorite childhood soup, is now my favorite middle-aged soup.
I have questions but the biggest one is - are you high?! 🤣
I vividly remember my teacher, back in ‘86, saying that, by 2000, “we” (white people) would be “a minority in our own country”. I was only in 6th grade but it shocked me that it bothered her. Sadly, 38yrs later, so little has changed. “WE” are immigrants. This has never been “our” country.
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It truly is a perfect simplified explanation.
Thank you! I’ve been saying this for YEARS!!
But climate change isn’t real.
Frighteningly Accurate AF
And the number of tRumpers that fly his flag, along with one of the first two, is 🤯.
Who here agrees?
107 followers in two days. Wow! I’m not even doing or saying anything to deserve that… yet.
Like the lights went out and I’m just fumbling around in here with my solar powered flashlight like, “Well crap… this isn’t looking good.”