12 years ago we started our little farm, and today we sell 100% online and have over 60 products and variations. X has been a lifesaver for my business. Now if I could just find a way to give away those free baby goat hugs online 😂

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You guys all know this actually happened, right? During the first term, Trump pulled from storage and used the drapes HILLARY picked out in the Oval when she was First Lady. Every time Trump was on TV in the Oval, she saw HER drapes. Absolute MADMAN. We don’t deserve him. 🇺🇸

There are moments when I sit with God and realize I don’t even have the words anymore. No clear sentences. No perfect prayers. Just a tired heart that still turns toward Him. I used to think I needed to say everything the right way. That I had to explain it all, organize it all, make sense of what I was feeling before I brought it to Him. But I am learning He already understands. He sees the weight I carry before I speak it. He knows the thoughts that keep me awake. He feels the quiet ache I try to hide behind strength. And still, He welcomes me. Not with expectation, but with compassion. So I come as I am. With the worries I cannot fix. With the questions that keep circling. With the heaviness I am tired of holding. And I place it all in His hands again. Not because I suddenly feel strong, but because I know He is. I am learning that surrender is not losing control. It is finally releasing what was never mine to carry alone. And when I let go, even a little, something shifts. My breathing slows. My thoughts quiet. My heart softens in His presence. Because He is not overwhelmed by what overwhelms me. He is steady. He is near. He is already holding what I keep trying to pick back up. So tonight, I am choosing to trust Him again. With the fear. With the unknown. With every part of me that feels worn. I may not have the words. But I have Him. And that is enough.

My friend Da Yu left communist China for the USA twenty years ago. Last week, his American employer gave him one hour to delete his comment on a friend’s social media post or lose his job. Da was an atheist when he first moved to Cincinnati for college. And he was excited to get away from the suffocating regime of communist China. When he arrived here, it wasn’t long before he encountered a group of Christians who shared the gospel with him. God opened his heart to the truth of the gospel and he believed. As his faith grew, Da became a strong Christian leader and committed evangelist. Now, many years later, he leads a small group at my church and organizes regular evangelistic outreaches for college students. Da is a kind, smart, and godly Christian man. And he’s among the most committed members of our church. He’s an ordinary Christian who believes the Bible and has a spine. He and his wife have two young children, and she is eight months pregnant with their third. That’s all background for what I’m about to say. Last week, he called me out of the blue because he was faced with a difficult decision. One of his friends had just become a Christian and posted on LinkedIn about her baptism (see screenshots). She wasn’t accustomed to making Linked In posts about Jesus, feeling as though it might be unprofessional. She wondered openly if she should keep her posts secular. But she was excited about her new life in Christ and wanted to share it. That’s when Da chimed in with a comment on her post that there is no such thing as a purely neutral, “secular” culture. He pointed out that many companies are promoting cultural sins such as homosexuality, transgenderism, and fornication during pride month. If companies can promote those morally regressive “values,” then certainly this woman should not be embarrassed to talk about her Christian faith in public. He was simply encouraging her to be bold for Christ. WIthin minutes, he got a message from HR. He was called to a meeting with the HR rep and the CEO where he was told he needed to take his comment on her post down immediately. Feeling put on the spot, he said he’d needed to think it over first. He asked, “what if I do not take it down?” They said, “you have one hour to take it down or lose your job.” So he took a walk outside to gather his thoughts and pray. He spoke to his wife about it, and she told him the man she married was a man of courage, and she would stand by him. He also sought counsel from some men in our church. Finally, he made his decision. He would not take his comment down. So they fired him. Right there, on the spot. No sooner had the call ended that his laptop was locked and he was unable to access it at all. This whole episode is tragically ironic, given the fact that he’d moved here from China to get away from these sorts of draconian practices. But that’s the way it is with the LGBTQ regime. If you do not comply and bow the knee to their gods you will be severely punished. In short, a good man was fired from his job for refusing to cave. He took a stand and paid a price for it. His former employers didn’t care that he’s a responsible, hard working man with a family to provide for. They didn’t care that his wife is eight months pregnant. None of that matters. Their ideology is everything. They will crush anyone who opposes it. I asked Da’s permission to tell his story, promising to keep him anonymous. But he responded, “Actually I think using my real name maybe better. A story becomes a lot more real with a name. I want to take a stand for it and encourage others.” Da took a stand. You can too.

I drove for @hellofresh as a contractor. Thousands upon thousands of deliveries out of one of their warehouses. The audits were run by an upper-management 'boss babe' who walked the floor pushing crystal therapies and demanding pronoun discipline. The employees mumbled the magic words and went home with pitiful paychecks. They could not argue with the woman who decided if they kept the job. That was the culture two years before the ad. The ad is what happens when that culture stops hiding. HelloFresh does not even keep its own drivers. They ran on temp agencies. When they tried contractors like me, we cost more than the temps, so they cut their own people loose and went back to the cheapest body they could find. The company that will not pay its drivers fairly will pay a marketing team six figures to write this: "For those of you who are… prepping… we have an extensive lineup of high-fiber recipes available. Happy Pride." When a commenter floated the code BOTTOMSUP, the company replied with a real discount. "You ask, we deliver. Literally." A meal-kit company has told you which one of your holes they want you to load their product into and out of. They capitalize on the gays as colons with credit cards. They think suburban moms are too dim to read between the lines. They think you will laugh and let the autopay roll. This is the same company the Department of Labor caught using migrant children in its facilities in 2024. They blamed a staffing contractor. They always blame the staffing contractor. The company that cannot tell you who packed its food is the one marketing their products to customer rectums. @factormeals is HelloFresh. @EveryPlate_ is HelloFresh. @greenchef is HelloFresh. Same warehouse, same conveyor, same audit lady. Canceling Factor and switching to EveryPlate is moving rooms inside the same burning house. Cancel all of them. Tell them exactly why in the cancellation field. Buy a chicken from a butcher. Plant a tomato in your own garden. Burn the box. Bury the brand. Build something better. We will be a proper country again when these filth-mongers are on trial.

🙏 Praying for Annalise Our middle child drowned when she was barely 2. 10 minutes under water in a family pool. Within hours, 2 or 3, the ER staff sent the priest to tell me she was gone... I refused to believe it... I walked into the ER Trauma room where my baby laid eerily still... I ran to her Grabbed her shoulders Yelled her name over and over to wake up... In my peripheral sight, a nurse and doctor were drawing a syringe with what I assumed was for me. Something to knock me out. I prayed aloud for God to send my baby back to me. The doctor and nurse stepped closer to me... when a soft yet very audible 'Mommy' filled that room. My baby was there. Doctors and nurses flooded in, pushed me aside, and began working on her again. Almost a month in PICU We were asked to donate her organs. We were told she would be a vegetable for her short life. They sold every horrible end they could. My husband and I stood firm. Today? Married, Momma of 2 of her own beautiful children, deep tissue massage therapist, and strong, smart, and capable as anyone. I'm a retired disabled nurse Your fight is 💯 valid!!

i took a 45-minute uber ride home from the airport last night after a brutal, three-day business trip. i was completely emotionally and physically drained, and my social battery was at absolute zero. when i got into the car, the driver.. an older guy named kabir.. didn't say the usual "how was your flight?" or turn on the radio. instead, he just handed me a small, laminated piece of paper attached to the back of his headrest. it was a literal "ride menu." it said: 1. *the silent ride* (total quiet, no pressure to talk). 2. *the therapist ride* (if you need to vent about your day, i am listening). 3. *the tourist ride* (i will tell you cool facts about the city). 4. *the radio ride* (we just listen to old jazz and coast). i smiled, pointed to number 1, and whispered, "silent ride, please. thank you." he gave me a warm nod in the rearview mirror, adjusted the AC, and drove the entire 45 minutes in absolute, beautiful silence. it was the most peaceful, therapeutic boundary i’ve experienced all year. i felt my entire nervous system finally reset. when he dropped me off, i gave him a massive tip and told him, "that menu is a genius business idea. you must get amazing reviews." He looked back at me and said, "i didn't make the menu to get better tips, dear. my daughter has severe social anxiety, and she told me that the hardest part of her day is navigating small talk with strangers when her brain is tired. she told me it feels like running a marathon. i made the card so that anyone who gets into my car can feel completely safe dropping the mask for a little while." i walked into my apartment and just sat on my suitcase. we live in a world that is constantly screaming at us to perform, to network, to be "on," and to over-communicate. but sometimes, the deepest form of love and respect you can show another human being is just creating a small, safe pocket of silence for them to rest in. pay attention to the people who give you permission to be quiet. they are rare.

🚨 WOW! JD Vance reveals after Charlie Kirk's death, his wife Usha moved from being done with having children to wanting more ❤️🙏🏻 "As my wife held Charlie Kirk's widow on the first day of her terrible sorrow, Erika told Usha between sobs that she regretted having only two kids with Charlie." "For years, I'd asked Usha to have another baby, and for years, she told me she was done, especially now that public service had elevated us into the national spotlight." "But something changed for Usha, and not long after we buried my friend, she became pregnant with our fourth child, a boy." "I don't know why God does things like this, but I am grateful to him that there will soon be another source of joy in our lives, another beautiful soul to wonder at and fall in love with, God's beautiful creation."

Every family is paying about $30k annually for healthcare they barely use, and that typically comes with a high deductible and out of pocket costs. The median healthcare spend is $500 annually. Now imagine an alternate version. Every American has a tax exempt HSA, but to participate, you must purchase at least a catastrophic insurance plan. If we allowed pre-ACA plans, we are looking at $6000-12000 per year. For the poor, instead of Medicaid or an ACA subsidy, the government just funds their HSA for them. Now every family is putting $15k a year into an HSA. Most people would barely touch that. Maybe use some to pay for a DPC and the occasional lab or prescription. But by retirement, everyone would have $2-5 million saved up. That could pay for all lifetime medical expenses for 95% of Americans. The only people who have to deal with insurance companies are those with catastrophic high cost events (trauma, cancer, etc). The only role government has is as a reinsurance to keep premiums low and help people with pre existing conditions get plans. Or for the truly destitute who burn through their HSA and cannot care for themselves (universal backstop coverage). This would provide truly universal coverage, give money back to patients, simplify healthcare, and make every American richer.

Whenever things are going to good I feel life will throw you the largest curve balls to test you. Luckily, we here don't rely on us, we rely on Him. We remain steadfast in grateful & faithfulness. Learning to give everything to God has been one of the hardest lessons in our lives, but also the most rewarding. We have faith He will work all things for good. He's got this. He always has, yesterday, today, and forever. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6

AS I WAS PRAYING TODAY .. I THOUGHT “If God knows the end from the beginning and IS THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS why is there good AND EVIL?” I HAD AN UNCTION TO LOOK UP THE SECULAR DEFINITION OF ‘TRUE LOVE’ 💛: a deep, unconditional emotional connection built on mutual trust, respect, and lasting commitment. TRUST 🤔 COMMITMENT 🤔 LIKE MARRIAGE 🤔 🅲🅾🆅🅴🅽🅰🅽🆃🤔 THEN I HAD AN UNCTION TO LOOK UP THE BIBLICAL DEFINITION OF LOVE: love is not merely a feeling; it is an action, a choice, and the very essence of God’s character. AN ACTION 🤔 A CHOICE 🤔 FREE WILL 🤔 WE ARE MADE IN GOD’S IMAGE & LIKENESS .. AND 🅻🅾🆅🅴 IS THE VERY ESSENCE OF HIS CHARACTER 🤔 CS LEWIS SAID “God created things which had 🅵🆁🅴🅴 🆆🅸🅻🅻. That means creatures which can go wrong or right. Some people think they can imagine a creature which was free but had no possibility of going wrong, but I can't. If a thing is free to be good it's also free to be bad. And free will is what has made evil possible. Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having. A world of automata -of creatures that worked like machines- would hardly be worth creating. The happiness which God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight compared with which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is mere milk and water. And for that they've got to be free. Of course God knew what would happen if they used their freedom the wrong way: apparently, He thought it worth the risk. If God thinks this state of war in the universe a price worth paying for free will -that is, for making a real world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings- then we may take it it is worth paying.” 🅻🅾🆅🅴 AND 🅲🅾🆅🅴🅽🅰🅽🆃 ARE BIG TOPICS IN THE BIBLE .. GOD 🅻🅾🆅🅴🅳 US FIRST. HE CREATED US WITH 🅵🆁🅴🅴 🆆🅸🅻🅻 🆃🅾 🅲🅷🅾🅾🆂🅴 🅻🅾🆅🅴 AND 🆃🅾 🅲🅷🅾🅾🆂🅴 🆃🅾 🅺🅴🅴🅿 🅲🅾🆅🅴🅽🅰🅽🆃 🆆🅸🆃🅷 🅷🅸🅼. THE #1 COMMANDMENT IS TO CHOOSE TO 🅻🅾🆅🅴 GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, ALL YOUR SOUL AND ALL YOUR MIND. YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMEONE IN ORDER TO 🅻🅾🆅🅴 HIM. HOW CAN YOU 🅻🅾🆅🅴 GOD IF YOU DON’T KNOW GOD? GOD REVEALS WHO HE IS IN HIS WRITTEN WORD.. GET TO KNOW HIM THERE. AND YOU WILL DISCOVER THAT 🅷🅴 🅷🅸🅼🆂🅴🅻🅵 🅸🆂 🅻🅾🆅🅴 💛

Yes to this. We're enjoying it.

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I keep coming back to this post. Inconvenient, difficult, unwell children saved my life. I remember the day I met each of my children. The intention of this post isn’t cruelty. I have made choices in my life that would bring me to my knees with grief if I didn’t know we have such a thing as redemption. Just hear me out. I’m not casting a stone. My youngest was having a baby meltdown. She was in severe distress. I remember finding a chair and just letting her wail on my chest. Inconsolable. So I sat with her in her inconsolable moment. There for damn sure wasn’t fixing it. At least not then. I will spare the details for her privacy, but killing her in the womb would have felt merciful to the people who imagine death for unborn children could be a mercy. So she wailed. I rocked. I explained the situation to her. So listen this is a bullshit situation we find ourselves in. You’re in foster care. This is confusing. I don’t smell right to you. My heartbeat is unfamiliar. My voice is unrecognizable. You also feel like dog shit. Like proper bad. I’ve got you. I’m going to just be right here. So she lived. We lived. We navigated that particular stormy sea as we have all the others. My son was so sick when he came to me I had to put him in a warm bath to remove the clothes adhered to his wounds. This isn’t hyperbole. He wasn’t speaking. Hell I wouldn’t have talked to people anymore either. I’m like boo I would keep my mouth shut too. You don’t know me I might be plum crazy. Let’s go to Denny’s and get waffles and think about this relationship. There are four more. All different in their own ways. My reactively attached kid. My kid we sent to rehab. Listen none of it is a nicely wrapped package like a hallmark movie. I didn’t snap my fingers and things were just cool. Hell things still aren’t cool. My kids have court dates. They make messy decisions. So do I. We fight. Sometimes we have to repeat classes because we can’t get our shit together and math is hard. But see the promise isn’t easy. You get the road to travel. It’s proper hard. But my blessings come with actually participating. In showing up. I’ll go to court with you, babe. Want to get coffee on the way I’m thirsty. I mean maybe he had it coming. Our children are not going to be perfect regardless of their genetics. Your sweet angel will meet the wrong man and develop a pill problem. Your healthy child will get a rare disease and need around the clock care. All we can do is show up. Allow each unique human life to unfold. Participate in the absolute wonder of it all. If you should so happen to try again, and that child has Down syndrome, consider this an opportunity for grace. This season will be hard. Your critics will inform you of their feelings. Reflect. Allow some to love you and allow others to speak truth to you. It will be a lifelong grief. But that’s the road you’re now on. Be well.

No one can ever convince me that God does not exist. I have witnessed the reality of His power and glory in my life too many times to believe that.

Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration. More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸

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