COMUNIDAD DE CLASH ROYALE. Vengo a destapar una situacion que nunca crei hacer pero creo que el aprovecharte de la nobleza y buena fe de una persona es lo mas bajo que puedes hacer. @SurgicalGoblin @KaNaRiOoo @DrekzeNN @sandboxcr_ Adunto hilo...

I need your help to pray for this little Micah We all need to pray for him, please God, you are the only one who gives miracle , God you’re the only one who can speak life into dead bones and they’ll come back to life , Lord look up on this child Micah and heal Him in the mighty name of Jesus. Lord, make all the organs in him begin to work in the mighty name of Jesus He will come back to testify of your goodness in Jesus name I pray Amen .

Please, if you’re not too busy, please please let’s pray for Micah . He’s in life support please everyone let us put our hands together and ask God El Roi the God who sees us should have mercy on these little boy. And healing complete and bring him out of this life support please God heal him in the mighty name of Jesus He will leave to testify of your glory and goodness in his life Amen 🙏🏾

Friends- This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die. Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do. I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all. Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints. There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come. Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son. A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears. Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet. Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective: “When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.” I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape. But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9). With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices, Ben — and the Sasses

Here's a reminder that Stipe was eye poked multiple times, down on the scorecards, and still came back to knock out DC Levels to this shit. Never compare Stipe to a quitter like Aspinall #UFC321

Recién adoptado. Su rostro de felicidad lo dice todo 😍😍😍😍 Muy buen miércoles ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🔥¡Apaguemos el fuego de la tortura! 🚫El Toro Jubilo es una de las "tradiciones" más violentas con animales que quedan en nuestro país. Los toros embolados deben acabar ya. 📣Mientras lo seguimos peleando en los tribunales, nos lanzamos a la calle. Allí, en su casa. Para demostrar que es hora de poner fin a esta barbarie. 📅15 de noviembre 📍Plaza del Ayuntamiento, Medinaceli 🕕18:00 🙌¡Contamos contigo! 🔁¡Comparte para que venga todo el mundo! #ApaguemosElFuegoDeLaTortura #StopTorosEmbolados #TauromaquiaAlCódigoPenal #StopTauromaquia #ÚneteALaRevoluciónVerde #ÚneteAPACMA

No eran novias? 🤣

Busco a esta Rata Estafadora quien me de con la dirección de su casa le doy $100

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Nos han dejado una perra abandonada en el cortijo. Una podenca que seguramente ya no sirva para cazar. Prefiero esto a que la hayan matado. El lunes iré a ver si tiene chip, como así sea se viene denuncia. Malditos serán los cazadores, malnacidos.

Rt Denuncien vecinos!!! No permitamos esta crueldad!!! Basura, que vaya a laburar!!

Si tienes alguna novedad sobre nuestra Halo, no dudes en contactarnos. Habrá una GRAN RECOMPENSA por encontrarla. Todos estamos rezando para que esté bien y pueda volver pronto con nosotros 🙏🏼 Any news about our Halo please contact us. BIG REWARD for finding her. we are all praying she’s ok and can be back with us soon 🙏🏼

Descansa mi princesa 👑 Me has dado 11 años de plena felicidad Me dejas rota de dolor ,mi vida no volverá a ser igual . Cuídame desde allí arriba y espero que algún día nos volvamos a ver mi ángel TE QUIERO MI YUMA ❤️

Hoy ha muerto Paco, mi perro y amigo. Nos ha acompañado 18 maravillosos años. Nunca olvidaré el primer día que lo llevé a casa, las miles de horas de paseo juntos ni su calor cuando me acompañaba para dormir. La vida es dura cuando transitamos estos momentos. Lo echaré de menos.

Ratas tengo ganas de regalar dinero😎

Es increíble el tipo de gente con la que nos toca compartir oxígeno.. hoy recibimos esta foto con un pedido de ayuda. Esta bolsita de huesos estaba así atada en un patio. La perra de alguien 💔

Encerrado sin comer , Ni beber Así es como su Familia lo tiene , aveces lo amarran bajo el sol Necesita ser rescatado CDMX , si algún buen corazón desea brindarle Resguardo o bien si desea Adoptarle Responsablemente Porfavor escríbeme 👇

Ella es mi amiga la líder del Álamo de Zazu, las agresoras del perrito huyeron y borraron sus redes par de cagadas