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God so loved you that He gave His only begotten Son for you! Watch Believer's Voice of Victory as Kenneth Copeland reflects on the power of the cross as it relates to Jesus' work of Redemption. See how the reality of your redemption is the key to boldly declare your confession of Faith, believing God's WORD will come to pass!

God so loved you that He gave His only begotten Son for you! Watch Believer's Voice of Victory as Kenneth Copeland reflects on the power of the cross as it relates to Jesus' work of Redemption. See how the reality of your redemption is the key to boldly declare your confession of Faith, believing God's WORD will come to pass!

December 1, 2025 ALEXANDER WRIGHT,Founder & President of VesselsFor Christ, who will address:“DECLARING the GOSPEL inASIA: ASSESSMENT of a RECENTMISSIONARY TRIP, the CHALLEN-GES BELIEVERS FACE OVERSEAS& REASONS FOR OPTIMISM RE-GARDING the ADVANCEMENT ofCHRIST's KINGDOM!” Subscribe: iTunes TuneIn Android RSS Feed Listen:

It was the Psalmist who declared what God had done for His soul. What can we declare, friends? Can we declare what God has done for us?

It was the Psalmist who declared what God had done for His soul. What can we declare, friends? Can we declare what God has done for us? To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1561/29?v=20251111

Aubrey Masango chats with Dr Patrick Ngassa Piotie, the Chairperson of the Diabetes Alliance and co-founder of the University of Pretoria's Diabetes Research Centre to discuss diabetes and why it should be declared a national public health emergency. Tags: 702, Aubrey Maasango show, Bra Aubrey, Diabetes, r Patrick Ngassa Piotie, Department of Health, Kidney disease, Insulin resistance The Aubrey Masango Show is presented by late night radio broadcaster Aubrey Masango. Aubrey hosts in-depth interviews on controversial political issues and chats to experts offering life advice and guidance in areas of psychology, personal finance and more. All Aubrey’s interviews are podcasted for you to catch-up and listen. Thank you for listening to this podcast from The Aubrey Masango Show. Listen live on weekdays between 20:00 and 24:00 (SA Time) to The Aubrey Masango Show broadcast on 702 https://buff.ly/gk3y0Kj and on CapeTalk between 20:00 and 21:00 (SA Time) https://buff.ly/NnFM3Nk Find out more about the show here https://buff.ly/lzyKCv0 and get all the catch-up podcasts https://buff.ly/rT6znsn Subscribe to the 702 and CapeTalk Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/v5mfet Follow us on social media: 702 on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TalkRadio702 702 on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@talkradio702 702 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/talkradio702/ 702 on X: https://x.com/Radio702 702 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@radio702 CapeTalk on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@capetalk CapeTalk on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ CapeTalk on X: https://x.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CapeTalk567 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Runways: Part 1 Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be. By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had to find something to do when I got out of the military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers. I convinced the bank that I was a good risk, purchased myself a used Beach King Air 200 turbo prop and set myself up as an executive charter service. Life was good. Business was thin. On more than one occasion I ended up sleeping in my own airplane rather than getting a hotel room, just to try and save some money. It's not easy to pay for a three quarters of a million dollar aircraft, fuel, maintenance and living expenses. To be quite honest, I was about to drown under that debt. Welcome Amy. Amy called because of one of my business cards I'd left in so many airports. Amy was the executive secretary to a somewhat famous fashion model. In her own words, she was a glorified baby sitter, helping Kimberly manage her multi-million dollar business of runway modeling and lingerie line and endorsements. Her current problem was that Kim had suddenly become afraid to fly commercial following a spate of terrorist attacks against aircraft. Her question was a simple one. Would I be interested in contracting to handle flying her around the country? Could I deal with airport runways, so she could focus on helping Kim dominate the fashion garment runways. At that point I would have contracted to fly Beelzebub himself, if the price were right. Little did I know that six months down the road I'd feel as if that was exactly who I was flying. Kim was gorgeous. Of course she was. She was a super model. At thirty she was on the long side of it, but then some continued to work well into their fifties, with the right skin care and constant workouts and such. Kim flitted from city to city, rarely spending more than two or three days in any one place. She had a beautiful twenty thousand square foot home, which she seemed to rarely be in. She could walk the walk and talk the talk and sell sexy little lingerie like she was selling snow to eskimos. Unfortunately her looks is where nice stopped. She'd started to believe her own hype. She'd started to think of herself as a diva and act as if those of us around her were beneath her. More than once her sweet lilting voice snarled from the passenger cabin that I was flying too rough, or making the plane bounce too much for her to sleep. As if I had any control over the air currents. Amy was the constant. She was always there, inserting herself between Kim and whoever might possibly be around her. She soothed Kim and kept her empire on an even keel. But while the pace seemed relentless to me, Kim seemed to just eat it up. She loved the challenge as much as I loved flying. I suppose if I hadn't gone out on a limb after three months and updated my plane from a 1980's vintage to a reasonably new 2002, I might have even quit the contract. But with that new payment to cover, the last thing I wanted to do was kill the cash cow. I'd asked Kim more than once for a date, and always gotten the same answer, "we can fuck or we can work together. Which do you prefer?" "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, rolling." I radioed the tower as I applied the throttle and sent the Air King accelerating down the runway. This was going to be a relatively short trip. Kim had some kind of a photo shoot in the middle of Missouri, at some lake called the Ozarks, out in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was it looked like a winding snake on the map and had one small airport close to where the shoot was that had just enough runway to sneak in if I went in light. In only a few short minutes we were climbing through ten thousand feet, winging our way from Chicago over the Midwestern landscape at nearly three hundred miles an hour. "Adam!" I heard Amy call urgently from the passenger cabin. "Yeah?" I called over my shoulder. "Kim. She passed out. I can't seem to wake her!" She called, panic clearly etched in her voice. "Is she breathing?" I called back. "Yes, but it's very shallow and I can't seem to wake her." "Okay. Check her eyes. Lift her eyelids and see if they respond." "They seem too, but she still isn't waking up." "Okay. Let me see where we can put down!" I called back to her. "Chicago center. This is X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Declaring a medical emergency." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. State your situation." The controller radioed back. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. We have a passenger that is passed out. She is breathing at this time, but otherwise unresponsive. Requesting a Vector to the nearest airport with medical close by." "Roger that X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Hold one." The controller said before pausing for a few moments. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven turn two four zero. You are cleared to five thousand direct. ST Louis should be fifty miles. Contact St Louis approach on one three two point one two five. Have a good day." "Thank you Chicago." I answered before changing the radio and starting a decent toward St Louis. The decent and landing were as normal as they could be, touching down less than twenty minutes after making the initial call. I taxied to the executive terminal and shut down, the ambulance quickly coming to the side of the plane as my turbo props spun slowly down to a stop. As much as I disliked Kim, I was concerned for her well-being. Clearly Amy was as well, and I did my best to comfort her on the taxi ride to the hospital. By the time we got there, Kim was awake and back to her normal bitchy self, though the doctors and nurses seemed to be flitting in and out with uncommon frequency. Twenty four hours later and who knows how many tests she was ready to be released. "Now look. All I can do is warn you," the doctor said with a stern look on his face. "You were lucky. You can't treat your body this way. My prescription is two weeks away, at least! No stress. You need to find someplace to relax and decompress." "No fucking way. I have too much to do!" Kim argued. The doctor turned to Amy and shook his head. "If you can't get her to take it easy a while, she's going to be right back here again. And next time she may leave toes up!" He said emphatically before turning back to Kim again. "I mean it! No phone, no computer, no stress of any kind. Your blood pressure was through the roof and you're just damn lucky it wasn't a stroke! Find a way to do it. And find a way to do it frequently, or you're going to be leaving us all too soon." "I'll make sure she does!" Amy said giving Kim a stern look. "Thank you Doctor." "Your welcome young lady. I hope she listens to you better than she's listening to me." He said as he looked over and saw Kim texting on her phone again. "She will. If I have to tie her up and drag her off." Amy said sternly to Kim. "Good luck with that," he said, shaking his head as he walked away. "Come on." Amy said, leading Kim from the hospital room. It was little more than two hours and we were back at the airport, the turbines warmed up and taxying for takeoff. The plane practically leapt off the tarmac and into the air as we headed back to Chicago, soaring into the air. "You know. I don't know how you're going to get her to have any time away," I said to Amy as she sat in the right hand seat, Kim sitting in the back alone, still angry with the doctor's orders. "Yeah. I know. She can be difficult," Amy agreed. "Glad I'm not going to have to deal with her," I said, shaking my head. "No? Oh. That's right. You're going away for a couple weeks," Amy said, nodding as she remembered that next week started my promised vacation. "Where are you going again?" "A little mountain lake in Colorado," I said with a smile. "Just me and some really good fishing. Sit back, catch a few trout, watch the sun set on the mountain side looking over the valley below. It can't get more idyllic than that!" I said with a sigh. "Sounds like a perfect get-away!" Amy said, leaning back and looking at the cockpit ceiling. "No phone, no demands on your time, just relaxation for two weeks? God I envy you!" She said with a sigh. "Could have been yours too." I said with a grin, reminding her that I had invited her to come along, only to get the typical answer. I made one last pitch; "The bed is big enough for two, though it would be a bit cozy!" "Yeah. I think we covered that one," she said with a smile. "Though it does sound tempting." "Can't say I didn't try." I answered her with a shrug. "So how do we get Kim to go on a vacation like that?" "Not my problem," I said with a smirk. "I lined this up months ago. You know how hard it is to find a place like this? Isolated? No phone no modern utilities, nothing?" "Yeah, it has to be tough." Amy said as she looked out the window at the ground far below. "Hey. I know. Take Kim!" "What? Are you nuts?" I said in surprise. "First off, her idea of roughing it, is not having her manicure on time. Can you imagine her out in the boonies without even a flush toilet?" "Oh lord. That would be something to see," Amy said with a laugh. "Yeah. She'd go nuts in half a day," I said with a shake of my head. "So, how much does this little vacation cost you?" "Oh, fuel, food, cabin and all? About seventeen or eighteen hundred. It'd be less if I didn't fly this gas hog there, but the only real way there is by plane or a long drive up from Denver." "That's not too much. I'll pay you." Amy said quietly. "Pay me for what?" "To take Kim," Amy said, still looking out the window. "No way. It's my vacation. I don't want to baby sit a prima donna!" I almost snapped. "Be a shame to have to find someone else to fly us around while you're gone. Never know, she might like the new pilot better," she said softly. "You trying to blackmail me?" I asked in surprise. "Oh I wouldn't call it that," she said, turning to look at me, a crooked little grin on her face. "Just think of it as job security." "Think of it as one fucked vacation," I said hotly, staring out the front at the open sky. "It's only a one room cabin. Kitchen, bedroom, living room...all the same room. And only one bed. Where will she sleep?" "You're adults. You can share the bed, right?" "Remember me saying it was, really cozy for the two of us friends?" "Yeah. So it can be cozy for you two too. It'll give you a chance to get to know her better." "You're psycho, you know that?" I said angrily. I'd planned this for months. I wanted to get away from the ice queen, not shack up with her! "So how about it?" "I don't think you could pay me enough money to do that," I said, shaking my head. "Okay. How about I sweeten the pot. I'll sleep with you for a whole weekend when you get back." I looked over at her incredulously. "Did you just suggest that you prostitute yourself to convince me to take her with me? Seriously?" "Does, seem a bit over the top, doesn't it?" "Yeah. I think you need to think about a new job if you're that wrapped around her," I said with a frown. "Yeah, I wanna go to bed with you, but not like that." She was silent for almost half an hour before she finally said anything more. "I'm sorry.” She confessed, “ I shouldn't have suggested that. But I will pay your expenses if you take her along." "Send her off to a camp or something. That's what you do with children, right?" "She's not a child," Amy said testily. "Though I have to admit, sometimes she acts like one." "See?" "Okay. Seriously. Will you take her with you?" "It's my VACATION... AWAY FROM HER!" I answered angrily. "Adam. Seriously. What will it take for you to take her along?" "You're not going to give up, are you?" I observed her tunacity. "Nope." "Shit!" I swore quietly. "Okay. I'll take her. On one condition." "What's that?" She asked, with a smile that said she had definitely won, again. "She has to pull her weight. I'm not her servant. I'm not waiting on her and I am most Definitely not going to change what I planned on doing because she came along! I don't care if she reads a book or plays solitaire or whatever. But if she turns into a pain in the ass I'm throwing her in the lake!" "As long as you don't drown her, you have my permission to throw her in at your discretion!" She said, practically beaming at my agreement. "So what does she need to bring?" "Jeans, tees, flannel shirts, that kind of thing." I answered. "I doubt she's even put a pair of jeans on in years, but I'll see what I can find." "I'd still rather take you." I muttered. "Maybe you can some time," she said, surprising me again as she climbed from the seat and slipped back into the passenger cabin. I didn't hear most of the conversation, having to concentrate on talking with approach and the tower as we got closer to landing. What I did hear wasn't particularly flattering. Cabin Therapy "Saturday. 10:00am sharp. If she's not here, I'm leaving her behind." I said quietly to Amy as they got into the waiting car at the airport. "Trust me. She'll be here with bells on." Amy said with a smile. "No matter what she says right now." "If you say so." I answered with a frown, not really wanting to think about how ruined my vacation had become. The Hot August Saturday morning came; and at five minutes to ten, Kim’s car arrived in did just that. Kim and Amy climbed from the back, Kim wearing a black mini-skirt, a red halter top and four inch spike heels. "Oh this is going to be fun." I said to myself with a frown as Amy and Kim walked up. "So, Kim. Do you have something to tell Adam?" Amy prompted. Kim rolled her eyes and bobbed her head side to side as she usually did when she had to do something because she was told to that she really didn't want to do. "Yes. Adam. I'm supposed to do whatever you tell me. Do half the cooking and not mess up your vacation. I'm just on vacation along with you and you're not my servant," she said with a frown. "And?" Amy prompted. "And if I become a pain in your ass you have permission to throw me into the lake," she said with an irritated huff. "Okay. Get on board." I told her as the driver of her car hauled the two big suitcases to the plane. I stowed them in the belly compartment and latched it down tight before climbing the stairs and pulling them up behind me. Kim rarely sat in the front with me, but was seated in the right seat as I crawled over the console into the left seat. It only took a few moments to get the turbines running and spun up, having already warmed them up after doing my ground check. I handed Kim a pair of headphones and put my own on as she adjusted them over her brown curls. "So, is this going to be fun or are you just doing this because you're being paid?" She asked across the electronic circuit. "I'm going on vacation. You're tagging along." I answered before pressing the button. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, ready to taxi." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared to taxiway K to runway one six. Hold short and notify." "Roger. Taxiway K hold short and notify." I answered as I pushed the throttles and started the big plane moving forward. We bounced across the rough taxiway for almost three minutes before I could turn and stop in front of the runway. I stopped and did my throttle checks and verified that all my controls worked as required, and notified the tower. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven holding at one six." "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared onto one six. You have a gulf stream coming in about two minutes behind you." "Roger that. I'll be long gone." I answered as I eased the plane onto the five thousand foot runway. I didn't even bother to stop as I pushed the throttles fully forward and spun the props up to speed, the plane quickly accelerating down the tarmac and easily lifting into the air with our light payload. "And we're off," I said to Kim as we accelerated into the air, quickly climbing above the low cloud deck and breaking into the sunshine above. "So what makes this a vacation? Sounds like there isn't anything there," Kim said. "There's a cabin. A boat. A lake and some incredible scenery. What more do you need?" "TV? Cell phones. Electricity. Hot water." "There is electricity, as long as the sun is shining. And as far as hot water, there's a whole lake full. All you have to do is bring in a bucket and put it on the stove," I said with a chuckle. "Oh joy." "Don't start already. We have over four hours," I said to her as I set my GPS to Crested Butte airport. "So what do we do there?" she asked after almost half an hour of silence. "Fish, relax. You do know how to relax, right?" "Well. Amy packed me some books. So I guess I can read some. I suppose I can swim some too." "Maybe. If you don't mind cold water. The lake is probably around sixty five or so this time of year." "Oh joy," she said with a frown. "Don't worry. You can always just lay out on the dock and catch the sun," I told her. "So, neighbors?" "Uh. Closest is about five or six miles away. This is a lake on top of a ski resort. This time of year there's a skeleton crew on at the lodge, but that's about it." "Well. Sounds like a lot of fun," She said with a frown on her face. "Remember what I said about that water temperature?" "Yeah." "Don't make me throw you in as soon as we get there, because I will if I have to!" "Okay," she said with an obvious pout. "So what do you talk about when you're not talking about work?" I asked her. "Well, clothes, nail polish colors, what we should wear to various things. You know, girl stuff." "Girl stuff, huh?" "What do guys talk about?" "Fishing, hunting, sports, that kind of thing." "How much can you talk about fishing?" She asked curiously. "A lot. How much can you talk about what to wear?" "A lot." "How long did it take for you to pick that? What you're wearing." "I don't know. Maybe half an hour." "I see," I answered with a shake of my head. "How long did it take for you to pick what you're wearing?" She asked, looking at my t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts. "About thirty seconds," I answered her. "So, you do realize we're headed up a mountain." "Uh huh." "In a jeep." "Okay." "On a bouncy dirt road." "So?" She said with a shrug. "Your point?" "Just wondering what made you think that was an appropriate outfit." I answered with a chuckle. "What's wrong with it?" "Nothing. Not a thing. This is going to prove to be an interesting trip," I said, shaking my head and chuckling. I looked over at her and saw her pouting in the seat, trying hard not to say anything angry back at me. Three hours and fifty minutes after takeoff we touched down on the single runway at Crested Butte. I taxied to the general aviation area and shut down the turbines, letting them spool down as I got the stairs down. It only took me a few minutes to walk to the parking area and find the jeep that was left for me, an old CJ5 that looked like it'd seen better days. I drove to the plane and loaded the coolers, my duffel bag and fishing gear into the back along with her two big suit cases and then went about buttoning up the plane for short term storage, inserting the engine housing plugs and covers to keep birds and other undesirable critters out of the delicate engines. "Okay. All aboard!" I said as I closed the stairs and turned to walk to the driver's side of the jeep. I climbed in and looked over at Kim sitting in the somewhat ratty seat, trying to pull her mini-skirt down her legs. "You may want to put on your seatbelt. Without doors you'd end up on the pavement by the second corner." "If you say so," she said, pulling the seatbelt across her lap and clipping it. I chuckled and let the clutch out, quickly turning around and heading out toward highway fifty. Windblown. That's how I would have to describe her by the time I pulled off the highway nearly twenty miles down the road. With no top and no doors, the jeep was like a convertible on steroids. The wind whipped around the windshield and blew her hair in every possible direction, making it almost impossible for her to see. When I slowed down to turn onto the gravel road leading up the mountain I could see her frown, but had to admit, she was holding her tongue. I couldn't help but look over at her as we drove up the winding bouncy gravel road. The halter might have covered her large breasts, but it did a horrible job of containing the bouncing mounds, one of her breasts bouncing clear out of the top after a particularly rough jolt. Yeah it was an interesting outfit. I turned onto the dirt track that led even higher up the mountain, leaving the lodge behind us. The gravel road was smooth as silk compared to the two dirt ruts that constituted the road now. I looked over at Kim and actually felt sorry for her. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs so far I could see the red of her panties beneath, and her tits absolutely refused to stay in the top, both of them now exposed as she held onto the windshield with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other, leaving none free to cover herself back up. I slowed down to bounce over a fallen log and then pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. I shut the engine off and sat back to look at her. "If you want, you can change." I said as she pulled the material of her halter back over her incredibly sexy tits. "No. I'm fine," she said after a few seconds. "I'm not going to disrupt your trip, remember?" "Afraid I'll throw you into the lake?" "Actually, I am." "Well, I'll make an exception. I promise not to throw you into the lake if you want to change your clothes." I said with a chuckle. "Why? You don't like what I'm wearing?" "Kim. I've flown you to how many photo shoots and catwalks? I doubt there's anything that you can wear that would show more than I've already seen." "Really? Why do you have a hardon then?" I looked down at my lap and realized she was right. I had a huge hardon inside my shorts, something I hadn't had looking at her since, well, shortly after I started. Her attractiveness had been completely overridden by her bitchy nasty personality. "Touch " I said. "Just thought I'd offer." "You don't like what you see?" "I didn't say that. You're a multi-million dollar showoff. Let's face it, you'd look good no matter what you wear." "But you don't want my tits bouncing where you can see em?" She asked pointedly. "Kim. I don't care if you wanna go naked. There isn't anyone out here to see except me and Mother Nature. So there isn't any point in being a clothes horse. Wear what you want to be comfortable." "That offer to change still stand?" She asked with her brow furrowed slightly. "Still stands." I answered. "Good," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She stepped out of the jeep and stood on the grass next to the dirt tracks, wiggling her skirt down over her hips until she could step out of it. She tossed it onto the empty old milk crate I kept wedged between our seats and then reached for the top of her halter, pulling the knot around her neck apart. The material flopped down, exposing her full round tits, each the size of a half melon glued to her chest. Her skin was tanned without a single line and her areola, perfectly round and pink were clearly puckered around her rock hard nipples. She finished undoing the tie behind her back and tossed the top on top of the skirt. She bent over and pulled her four inch heels off and tossed them onto the pile as well. "There," she said sliding back onto the seat and starting to buckle her belt back up. "That all? You don't want to take the panties off too?" "If you insist," she said, reaching down and sliding the tiny red thong panty off her ass and down her legs, tossing it into my lap, leaving her completely naked on the passenger seat. "You're turn." "My turn for what?" "To get undressed. It's only fair, right? I mean you don't expect me to sit here naked all alone, right?" "Why?" I asked a little startled. "Well, look at it from my perspective. I get ogled all day. Hell, there's dozens of guys that have seen me completely naked, including you. They see me when I'm changing, they see me when I'm being posed for a photo, there isn't a part of me that hasn't been exposed to multiple guys. Once, just once, I'd like turnaround to be fair play. If I'm naked, you should be too." I thought about it for a few moments, and without another word, unbuckled my seat belt. I stepped out of the jeep and undid the belt on my shorts and pushed them down, stepping out of them and tossing them on the pile between the seats. I took a breath and a little nervously pushed my boxers down, freeing my engorged cock to stick out its full nine inches at her. I tossed my boxers on the pile and then skimmed off my t-shirt, leaving me naked except for my socks and boots. "Better?" I asked as I slipped into the seat again and buckled the seat belt, my cock sticking straight up in the air as I pushed the clutch in to start the engine together. "Actually, yeah, it is," she said, still looking at my cock and making me nervous. I shifted into gear and took off up the road again bouncing our way up the last mile toward the cabin. I pulled into the clearing in front of the lake and stopped, shutting the engine down and letting Mother Nature bathe us in the sound of the breeze blowing through the soft pine boughs and the birds starting to chirp again after our arrival. "Wow. This is...well, incredible," she said, undoing her seat belt and standing up, holding onto the windshield. She turned to look around, her pussy slightly higher than my face, but only a little more than a foot away, her completely shaved mound and pussy completely exposed as she moved. Her lips were fat and round with only a tiny bit of inner lip peeking out from between them, little bits of moisture glistening between her lips sexily. If my cock had softened any on the remaining drive, the view in front of me ensured that I was once again rock hard. "Yeah, it is." I answered, thinking more about how she looked framed against the sky and trees in front of me than anything else. "You know this wouldn't be a half bad place if I didn't have to shit in a wooden box," she said as she stared at the little outhouse behind the cabin. "And then it's gone." I muttered. For a few minutes she was acting like a real person. Hell, I'd even felt a little sorry for her having no control over who sees her naked. Stupid of me I know. I climbed out of the jeep and started carrying the gear into the small cabin, Kim walking in behind me, seeing the dust and cobwebs that prevailed in the many months of human absence. "Jesus! Doesn't anyone clean around here?" I turned around and looked at her, took two steps and picked her thin frame up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, clamping her kicking legs to my chest as I walked out the cabin door. She struggled and squirmed, twisting in my arms and trying to hit and kick me to put her down all the way to the rickety wooden dock sticking out about 30 feet from shore, into the lake. It wasn't the most graceful thing I'd ever done, but the squeal as she hit the cold water was worth the several bruises I was sure were going to pop up for my effort. I walked to the shore and stood there, waiting for her to walk naked from the lake, her hair now laying in a flat mat, water streaming from her hair and body. She walked up the shore staring daggers at me. "Bastard," she muttered. To be continued. By m_storyman_x, for Literotica.

What if the only thing standing between you and your big dream was… just starting? Nikki and David tackle the excuses, fears, and perfection traps that keep us stuck on the sidelines. From the myth of "not being ready yet" to the fear of failing in front of others, they share real stories and reframes that prove you're good enough to start right now. You'll hear why momentum builds confidence, how failure is really just feedback, and why declaring your goals out loud creates unstoppable energy. Whether it's launching a podcast, building a business, or finally chasing that thing you've been putting off, this conversation is your nudge to stop waiting and start doing.

Chamberlain's Progressive Presidency at Bowdoin College — Ronald White — Chamberlain returned to Bowdoin College as president, respected by figures like Ulysses S. Grant. He immediately advocated for bold institutional changes, declaring the college had "touched bottom." His progressive vision included introducing science, establishing a medical school, and implementing co-education for women—measures that frequently met alumni resistance. Despite administrative pressures, he remained a highly sought-after and eloquent public speaker.

Bible StudyDon't just take our word for it . . . take His! We would encourage you to spend time examining the following Scriptures that shaped this sermon: Sermon Notes:1. Worship Is HistoricalExodus 15:1 — Israel sings about God's real rescue at the Red Sea.Christian worship responds to God's real acts—especially the Cross and Resurrection.Without real saving events, worship has no foundation.2. Worship Is PersonalExodus 15:2 — “The LORD is my strength… my salvation.”Salvation must be personally received.Personal worship fuels corporate worship.In seasons of grief or shame, others can “hold” our worship for us.3. Worship Is DeclarativeExodus 15:11 — declaring who God is: holy, majestic, powerful.Declaring truth reorients our hearts, deepens our joy, and functions as spiritual warfare (2 Chronicles 20).4. Worship Is BeautifulExodus 15 is a song—with poetry, rhythm, and movement.God uses beauty, music, and art to reach deep places in us.Worship leaders help communicate God's beauty, not perform.ConclusionWorship is historical, personal, declarative, and beautiful.Worship steadies us when life spins around us.It trains us for our eternal vocation: worshiping the Lord in Spirit and truth.Discussion Questions:If you don't believe all the stories in the Bible, can you still worship God?Is quiet meditation or practicing mindfulness a form of worship? Why or why not?Does it matter that we worship corporately? Is private personal worship just as good?Can we still worship if we feel spiritually dry? What is the place of the emotions in worship?Can you share about a time when "personal pain robbed your perspective but worship restored it"?Questions?Do you have a question about today's sermon? Email Randy Forrester ().

In this episode, Artist Mindi Oaten shares about her collection,” Garments of Praise: Mantled to Reign.” The collection draws its inspiration from the rainbow and Mindi shares the heart behind it all at a prior Entourage Ministries event. This collection expresses a bright, new season for the bride of Christ; to come up higher, to shine and reflect God's glory, in the midst of darkness. To rule and reign with Him. To throw off the grave clothes and be mantled with the garment of praise, fully embracing our purpose and new assignments on the earth. Declaring heavens glorious colors in unity, like a rainbow after a storm. Making herself ready.... Isaiah 61:1-3 1 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, 2 to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, 3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise..." To view the collection online, purchase art, or book Mindi for ministry, visit: www.mindioatenart.com

Declaring Spiritual War, Part 2  by Lynda Renne In this powerful episode, Lynda Renne unpacks how to defeat the enemy in the night seasons of our lives—the hidden battles, the dark valleys, and the moments when the enemy seeks to strike hardest. She teaches that our victory is secured through three core weapons: the Blood of Jesus, the spiritual authority God has given us, and the fervent, faith-filled prayers that push back darkness. These form Heaven's strategy for declaring war on the enemy and dismantling his assignments. Lynda emphasizes that God is raising up a Bride who knows her authority, stands firm in her identity, and wages spiritual warfare with confidence and clarity. Blessings!Sanctioned Lovesanctionedlove.com

World War II, the largest and deadliest conflict in human history, began on September 1, 1939, when Nazi Germany invaded Poland. Adolf Hitler dreamed of uniting Europe and establishing an empire that would rule the world for a thousand years. Yet he could have spared himself and his people immense suffering if he had only paid attention to an extraordinary prophecy written by the Bible prophet Daniel more than 2,500 years earlier. Sadly, Hitler rejected the Bible and its prophecies, convinced instead that his armies could conquer Europe and the world. In March 1941, he delivered a powerful speech to the German people, one that revealed his pride, his ambition, and his fatal disregard for divine warning. Declaring defiantly, Hitler said, “See, my people, we do not need anything from God! We do not ask anything from Him except that He may let us alone. We want to fight our own war, with our own guns, without God. We want to gain our victory without the help of God.”In this program, we'll take a closer look at King Nebuchadnezzar's dream found in Daniel 2, a prophecy that mapped out the course of world history, explains why European leaders such as Charlemagne, Charles V, Louis XIV, Napoleon, Kaiser Wilhelm II, and Hitler all failed to unite Europe, and reveals what is still to come in the future.

In this episode, we perceive the reasons outlined for a person’s course of action, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 129, penned by Kudavayil Keeraththanaar. Set in the ‘Paalai’ or ‘Drylands landscape’, the verse portrays various scenes in this harsh domain. ”உள்ளல் வேண்டும் ஒழிந்த பின்” எனநள்ளென் கங்குல் நடுங்கு துணை ஆயவர்நின் மறந்து உறைதல் யாவது? ”புல் மறைந்துஅலங்கல் வான் கழை உதிர்நெல் நோக்கி,கலை பிணை விளிக்கும் கானத்து ஆங்கண்,கல் சேர்பு இருந்த கதுவாய்க் குரம்பைத்தாழிமுதற் கலித்த கோழிலைப் பருத்திப்பொதி வயிற்று இளங் காய் பேடை ஊட்டி,போகில் பிளந்திட்ட பொங்கல் வெண் காழ்நல்கூர் பெண்டிர் அல்கற் கூட்டும்கலங்குமுனைச் சீறூர் கை தலைவைப்ப,கொழுப்பு ஆ தின்ற கூர்ம் படை மழவர்,செருப்புடை அடியர், தெண் சுனை மண்டும்அருஞ் சுரம் அரியஅல்ல; வார் கோல்திருந்து இழைப் பணைத் தோள், தேன் நாறு கதுப்பின்,குவளை உண்கண், இவளொடு செலற்கு” எனநெஞ்சு வாய் அவிழ்ந்தனர் காதலர்அம் சில் ஓதி ஆயிழை! நமக்கே. Back to the drylands and we get to meet the people and animals inhabiting this space, as we listen to the confidante render these words to the lady, as the man continues to remain parted away, after leaving in search of wealth: “Declaring with anxiety, ‘I will surely end up thinking with lament, about her after parting away', the one who was your companion in the darkness of the night trembled. As the grass was left no more, looking at the shed grains of the swaying bamboo, the male deer calls out to its female in the jungle, where in a dilapidated hut, amidst a rocky surrounding, near a big urn, the thick-leaved cotton plant flourishes. Taking the unripe fruit of the cotton plant, with a bulging belly, a bird splits it open to feed its mate, and throws the furry white seeds, which are collected by impoverished women, to be eaten later, in that little hamlet, near a raging battlefield. Making this hamlet shout out in alarm, robbers, wearing footwear and holding sharp spears, steal and feed on their fat cows and drink from the clear springs in the formidable wastelands. 'Such places are harsh for the maiden, wearing neat rows of well-etched ornaments, having bamboo-like arms, honey-fragrant tresses, and kohl-streaked eyes, akin to blue lilies, to traverse with me', your lover had said, expressing the truth in his heart to us, O maiden wearing exquisite ornaments and having beautiful, soft hair. How is it possible for him to forget you and stay away?” Time to brave the dangers of the drylands and explore more! The confidante starts by recollecting the words the man said before he left predicting that for sure he’s going to think about the lady and worry endlessly after he leaves. This is followed by a lengthy description of the drylands, where first we see a male deer calling out to its mate the moment it glimpses a few shed grains of the swaying bamboo, as there’s no more grass left for them to graze on. Then the focus shifts to a broken-down old hut, in a rocky space, where a cotton plant is sprouting near an urn, and a bird nabs the unripe fruit, pecks it open and feeds its mate, throwing away the white seeds. These are then collected by poor women, who have nothing else to eat in that little hamlet, which is in such a ruined state, because it’s just seen a battle break out near it. The troubles of this hamlet are not over, and any people left behind are left to scream in agony by the robbers, who come there to steal the cattle and feed on its meat, and then drink up cool waters. Two interesting facts are mentioned about this ancient tribe of people, in that they used to eat the meat of cattle, and two, their footwear is pointedly referred to, telling us that this is no commonplace occurrence. Perhaps it was an object of necessity for these robbers, when traversing those dry and harsh wastelands! Returning, we find the confidante revealing that it was the man, who has been narrating this long description of the drylands space, only to say such a domain would be hard for the delicate lady to cross along with him. She then concludes with the pointed question as to how the man, who had thought with so much care and concern, for the lady, could possibly stay away without returning. Words of consolation from this darling friend again! The subtle highlight in this narrative appears in how, be it in the depiction of the deer calling its doe or the bird feeding its hen, the care of the male towards its mate shines so brightly, letting the confidante dip her brush in the hues of these expressions, and paint the streaks of the man’s love and care on the lady’s heart! 

On this episode of Christopher Lochhead: Follow Your Different, Christopher yielded his host chair as he joined Tom Schwab in The Podcast Interview Marketing Show to discuss the rise of the Creator Capitalist. Through their dialogue, Christopher Lochhead and Tom Schwab explored why the foundational model of “knowledge work” is swiftly becoming obsolete in the age of artificial intelligence. More importantly, they charted a path forward for professionals and entrepreneurs seeking to not just survive but thrive by transitioning from knowledge workers to what Lochhead calls “creator capitalists.” This episode unpacked how AI is upending the value of existing knowledge, why declaring and differentiating your value matters more than ever, and how podcasts exemplify and enable the new rules for standing out in a commoditized world. You're listening to Christopher Lochhead: Follow Your Different. We are the real dialogue podcast for people with a different mind. So get your mind in a different place, and hey ho, let's go.   AI and the Death of the Knowledge Worker A core theme throughout the conversation is Lochhead's assertion that the traditional knowledge worker is now on an “already dead” trajectory. Echoing Peter Drucker's concept from seventy years ago, Lochhead dissected the evolution of knowledge work: those who acquire valuable knowledge and are paid to apply it to achieve outcomes. For decades, professions like law, medicine, and accounting thrived on this value proposition. But as Lochhead put it, “AI makes the value of existing knowledge closer to zero every day, and it makes the ability to apply existing knowledge easier, cheaper, and closer to zero.” As machine learning and generative AI like ChatGPT and Claude can instantly synthesize and apply troves of information, merely applying knowledge is no longer a competitive edge. In Lochhead's words, “If you rely solely on applying existing knowledge to get paid, you're already behind the curve.” The world's next wave of success stories won't be those who can recite best practices or historical information; instead, it'll be pioneers who create entirely new categories, products, and perspectives.   Declaring and Defending Your Value in a Commoditized Marketplace This paradigm shift has profound implications for how expertise and content are valued. Schwab and Lochhead explore the necessity, not just of creating new value, but of unmistakably declaring it to the market. Lochhead's release of his book “Lightning Strike Marketing”—priced defiantly at $100—became a case in point. The rationale wasn't greed, but a strategic effort to defend the book's value and signal that it's not merely recycled or commoditized information. Lochhead observed, “Unless you declare you are valuable, you will be devalued by AI.” The traditional model, where business books have hovered at the $25 mark for decades, fails to align pricing with the value delivered and only invites further commoditization. By staking out a bold price point, the book became a "lightning strike" in its own right. The move generated word of mouth, forced a choice for buyers, and ultimately achieved bestseller status on Amazon for global marketing books. At the heart, the message is clear: creators who want to lead must not only generate differentiated intellectual property but stand firm against the eroding forces of commoditization. “Better invites a comparison; different forces a choice,” Lochhead added, marking the essential blueprint for becoming a category of one.   Podcasts and Category Design: The New Playground for Net New Value A recurring motif, interwoven through both Christopher Lochhead's and Tom Schwab's journeys, is the unique power of podcasts as both a proving ground for new ideas and a channel for building “relationship and reputation capital.” In contrast to AI-generated summaries or formulaic blog posts, podcasts uniquely foster authentic, serendipitous dialogue between real human beings.

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New Hope Ministries Senior Pastor Grant Thigpen 7675 Davis Blvd Naples, FL 34104 facebook.com/newhopenaples facebook.com/pastorgrantthigpen newhopenaples.com 239.348.0122

Just about every aspect of Trump's tariffs are falling apart. And he's trying to convince credulous people that, instead, he's delivering them a win.   Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zjd_SkvN9c   Support emptywheel: https://www.emptywheel.net/about/support/ 

After Dark with Hosts Rob & Andrew – Trump returns to CBS's “60 Minutes” in a defiant victory lap after winning a multimillion-dollar lawsuit against the network. Declaring triumph over media bias, he praises the Ellisons' leadership at Paramount and claims his comeback marks a turning point for real journalism and America First values, drawing record-breaking viewership and political shockwaves...

After Dark with Hosts Rob & Andrew – Trump returns to CBS's “60 Minutes” in a defiant victory lap after winning a multimillion-dollar lawsuit against the network. Declaring triumph over media bias, he praises the Ellisons' leadership at Paramount and claims his comeback marks a turning point for real journalism and America First values, drawing record-breaking viewership and political shockwaves...

Omer Bartov, an Israeli-American scholar and Dean's Professor of Holocaust and Genocide Studies at Brown University, reviews the definition of genocide as established within the Genocide Convention of 1948 as he analyses the trajectory of events in Gaza from 7 October 2023 to the Spring 2024 when the IDF moved into Rafah and proceeded systematically destroy Gaza with the goal of making it unhinhabitable for its population. Noting that the Knesset used 7 October as an opportunity to ethnically cleanse the Gaza Strip, he observes that Israel's actions proved unsuccessful since there was no place to push the Palestinians. This is the moment, Bartov observes, when the situation devolved into genocide, resembling many other genocides throughout the 20th century, which began as ethnic cleansing but ended up as the mass killing of populations. Declaring that by July 2025, a consensus had been formed among the majority of genocide scholars and experts in international law, he expresses astonishment at the fact that legacy media have still not begun to employ the term “genocide” to describe what is now an agreed fact by international experts. Historicising how ethnic cleansing often turns into genocide, Bartov offers examples from the Germans' ethnic cleansing turned genocide of the Herero in what is present-day Namibia, the Armenian genocide by Türkiye, where vast numbers of Armenians were pushed into the Syrian desert and perished, to the coextensive labour and extermination camps of the Nazis during World War II. Addressing the reality that many Israelis and Jews, when they hear the word “genocide,” they think of the Holocaust, Bartov criticises this mentality since the Holocaust has become a central theme within Israeli national identity since the 1980s. He contends that Israelis view the Holocaust as “not only something that happened in the past, it is something that can happen any moment. That we are always under existential threat…And that threat is represented by the Palestinians.” Bartov explains that this genocide is, in part, a reaction to fear within the core of Israeli identity that has resulted in Israel's mass murder of Palestinians, largely because Israelis view Palestinians as their existential threat. Get full access to Savage Minds at savageminds.substack.com/subscribe

Haim Bresheeth, filmmaker and historian, discusses the growing trend in Britain and the West to curtail free speech concerning criticisms of Israel and Zionism as he details his arrest in London for protesting against the genocide in Gaza. Declaring that the freedom of expression, ostensibly guaranteed in Western democracies, no longer exists, Bresheeth observes how criticism of Gaza is being silenced through changes in the laws regarding the demonstrations and reporting on the current genocide perpetuated by Israel. He notes the irony in how today it is perfectly acceptable for Israel to commit genocide, killing tens of thousands of children, but it is not acceptable to criticise the crime of genocide as such criticism has been criminalised. Declaiming that there is “nothing Jewish” about genocide, settler colonialism, or killing children, he notes the paradox of how Israel has weaponised the Holocaust and Jewish identity to support its current genocide while besmirching anyone who disagrees with claims of “antisemitism.” Historicising Europe's role in genocides and colonialism for centuries, Bresheeth compares this genocide to that of the Nazis and considers the role of the 300,000 Israeli citizens who have been drafted in order to carry out this genocide and the social psychosis that enables them to do so. Considering the role Islamophobia plays in the genocide of Palestinians, he discusses the historical importance of the convivencia, when Muslims and Jews co-existed in harmony in Andalusia. Bresheeth observes how Europeans would never have had their Renaissance without the rich cultural, artistic, and scientific heritage of Arabo-Muslim societies which preserved and translated Western literature and scientific texts due to the widespread burning of these texts by Western churches. Get full access to Savage Minds at savageminds.substack.com/subscribe

Pope Leo XIV will proclaim St. John Henry Newman a "Doctor of the Church" during Mass today. Who is this great saint? Tune in to this special Cardinal Newman Society Podcast interview with Patrick Reilly, noted speaker and founder of The Newman Guide. Click here to watch on YouTube

Nick and Jonathan talk about Travis Hunter being placed on IR with a knee injury. Also, they discuss a silver lining for Myles Garrett, and Maddog's thoughts on Halloween.

Nick and Jonathan talk about Travis Hunter being placed on IR with a knee injury.

In this powerful episode, Lynda Renne dives into what it means to declare spiritual war in the times we're living in. Drawing from Genesis 14, she reveals how believers are called to deep fellowship and steadfast discipleship, especially in seasons of spiritual battle.We're not just fighting external forces, but also internal ones: little faith, division, duality, mixture, and the antichrist spirit. Lynda challenges us to stand together, build ourselves up in our most holy faith, and fight the good fight of faith.It's time to rise up and declare war over the enemy who comes against our families and everything God has called us to protect!

In this powerful episode, John Huffman shares his incredible journey from addiction and despair to becoming a successful entrepreneur, motivational speaker, and devoted father. Hear about John's early life struggles, a life-changing encounter with faith, and how he leverages his experiences to coach business owners and help those battling addiction. Discover profound insights on the importance of discomfort, the power of intention, and the significance of gratitude. This conversation will inspire you to believe in the possibility of real change and redemption. Tune in for John's candid reflections and transformative wisdom.00:00 My First Encounter with God00:23 The Breaking Process and Miracles01:04 From the Streets to Success01:17 A Life Transformed by Faith01:48 Embracing Authenticity and Confidence02:21 Early Life and Struggles04:37 The Turning Point07:50 The Power of Systems and Processes13:49 Creating a Culture of Care14:48 The Ministry of Business23:05 The Importance of Core Values25:29 Comfort vs. Discomfort31:59 The Harvest Ministry36:58 The Power of Words and Influence38:26 The Power of Words39:14 Declaring the Best Year39:37 Facing Unexpected Challenges40:51 Gratitude in Discomfort43:03 Recognizing Our Blessings46:51 Teaching and Accountability50:01 Balancing Family and Business58:02 Hidden Talents and Personal Growth01:10:22 Final Reflections and GratitudeGot someone in mind who deserves the spotlight? Shoot us a text and let us know! We'd love to hear from you!

Each morning before Baruch She'amar, the congregation stands and the Hazan declares, "Hashem Melech, Hashem Malach, Hashem Yimloch Le'olam Va'ed" – "Hashem is King, Hashem was King, Hashem will be King for all eternity." The congregation then repeats this proclamation after the Hazan. Our custom is to make this proclamation twice. There is an opinion that a Minyan is required for pronouncing "Hashem Melech," but the accepted view is that this may be said even without a Minyan, and so if ten men have yet to arrive by this point, "Hashem Melech" may nevertheless be recited. Some communities have the practice that a child leads the congregation in reciting "Hashem Melech." It would seem, however, that it is more proper to choose someone who is at least Bar-Misva age to lead this proclamation. The Ben Ish Hai (Rav Yosef Haim of Baghdad, 1833-1909) brings a custom to lift one's feet when reciting "Hashem Melech," like we do when reciting "Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh." This symbolizes the "elevation" that we experience through this recitation, as we make our way toward the higher realms until we reach the highest level in the heavens so we can recite the Amida directly in Hashem's presence. One who follows this custom must ensure to do so in a discreet, unassuming manner, and not in a way that draws attention to himself. The Arizal (Rav Yishak Luria, Safed, 1534-1572) taught that the pronouncement of "Hashem Melech" is associated with our quest to neutralize the 280 "Kelipot," or negative energies, that threaten us. These 280 forces are alluded to in the names of the five letters of the Hebrew alphabet that are changed when they appear at the end of a word: Mem, Nun, Sadi, Peh, Kaf (represented by the acrostic "Mansapach"). The combined numerical value of these letters is 280. When we succeed in "subjugating" these 280 forces, the Arizal taught, Mashiah will come. In the proclamation of "Hashem Melech," the words "Melech" and "Malach" both have the Gematria of 90, and the word "Yimloch" equals 100 – for a total of 280, thus alluding to the "Kelipot." The Name of "Havaya" is mentioned three times in this proclamation ("Hashem Melech, Hashem Malach, Hashem Yimloch"), and in Gematria it equals 26, for a total of 78 (26 * 3). Adding this to 280, we arrive at a total of 358 – the Gematria of "Mashiah" (40+300+10+8). This daily proclamation, then, is a crucial part of our effort to overcome the harmful spiritual forces in the world so that we will become worthy of the arrival of Mashiah.

#furtheryourlifestyle #podcast Watch the VIDEO PODCAST here: https://youtu.be/H2Gzk_kdBwoFurther Your Lifestyle Podcast | EP 235In episode 235 of the Further Your Lifestyle podcast, host Chris delves into the concept of balancing ambition with contentment. He explores the societal pressure to constantly chase after more success, validation, and achievements, and contrasts it with the underappreciated power of recognizing when we have enough. Chris discusses four key talking points: the myth of just one more thing, when growth becomes greed, the power of declaring enough, and realizing what we once wished for. Through these discussions, Chris emphasizes the importance of understanding one's own goals, finding satisfaction in current achievements, and not losing sight of the present moment while still maintaining ambition.00:00 Welcome to Episode 235: Chasing More vs. Choosing Enough02:07 The Myth of Just One More Thing04:30 When Growth Becomes Greed05:32 Building Something Meaningful vs. Staying Busy06:47 The Power of Declaring 'This is Enough'08:16 Realizing You Already Have What You Once Wished For10:31 Balancing Work and Life12:01 Final Thoughts and EncouragementPodcast Sponsors:Robert PiperHi Voltage BargainsEthan “Rooshock” The BOLO Hunter 2ndHandGuy Vic▬▬▬▬ CONNECT ▬▬▬▬PODCAST: http://podcast.furtheryourlifestyle.com/Podcast Merchhttps://www.furrii.com/collections/podcast-merch► SUBSCRIBE to the podcast on▹ Spotify | https://bit.ly/FYL_Spotify▹ Apple Podcast | https://bit.ly/FYL_Apple▹ Google Podcast | https://bit.ly/FYL_GooglePod► Let's CONNECT on social media:▹ instagram | http://www.instagram.com/furtheryourlifestyle▹ twitter | http://www.twitter.com/furtheryourlife▹ email | hello@furtheryourlifestyle.com► WEBSITE▹ www.furtheryourlifestyle.com» Newsletter: https://artisanal-teacher-7863.ck.page/d2d8345cfbMUSIC:» via https://www.epidemicsound.com/referral/6hfvrvContinue the conversation: @furtheryourlifestyleJoin the Newsletter: check it out

Welcome to Episode 174! Today we have an Animar dragon deck that isn't a dragon deck, when you're asked to declare all attackers at the exact same time, and two brothers that love to make each other salty and a father that wants it to change. Also Chiaotzu, more than four letters, and failed filming. Stay Salty! Sam, Mike, & Tony ____ Buy DragonShield products and our custom sleeves from our affiliate link! Use code "staysalty" all lowercase, all one word for a discount! Find HSM merch on our website and our Bonfire site! Get HSM playmats from our friends at Jank Mats! Use our affiliate link!! Email your salty stories to thehowlingsaltmine@gmail.com! Find links to all our social media pages on our Linktree! Check out our Moxfield! Podcast art by the talented Devin Burnett! @j.d.burnett

Sermon by Pastor Jerry Jackson**10/19/25Make sure you check out our church website: https://www.tcpottershouse.comLook us up on social media:Linktree: https://linktr.ee/thepottershousetcFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/ThePottersHouseTC/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepottershousetc/

Pastor Darren continues his series on Spiritual Warfare challenging us as believers to stand in our God given authority and declare the authority of the Word into our situations and circumstances and our domain. Thank you for listening to our podcast! We hope you have been encouraged today.Check us out on social media, or to learn more, you can visit our website at www.freedomcanyon.com.

River of Life is an inter-denominational, interracial, Spirit-filled church located in the heart of Wakulla County, Florida. We share the sermons from our services in the hopes they'll reach others determined to worship God in spirit and truth.

River of Life is an inter-denominational, interracial, Spirit-filled church located in the heart of Wakulla County, Florida. We share the sermons from our services in the hopes they'll reach others determined to worship God in spirit and truth.

Pastor Nate Rusticus continues our series through the book of Colossians, where we see how to share Christ with those who don't yet know him. Resources: Bruce, F.F., Colossians Commentary NICNT, Meynell, Mark: "Colossians For You", John Piper, "Walk in wisdom Toward those outside"

1. DHS and Cartel Threats Shifts focus to U.S. homeland security. Reports that the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) has identified Mexican cartel-linked bounties placed on ICE and Border Patrol officers. Describes a tiered bounty system — $2,000 for doxing agents, up to $50,000 for assassinations. Blames cartels, street gangs (e.g., Latin Kings), and “Democrat leaders” for escalating violence and undermining ICE. References Facebook removing cartel-linked groups that targeted ICE agents. 2. Trump’s Response Donald Trump is taking decisive military action: Authorizing strikes on drug boats and CIA operations in Venezuela. Declaring drug cartels as terrorist organizations. Quotes Eric Trump defending these measures, emphasizing fentanyl deaths, crime in Chicago, and his father’s “war on the cartels.” Frames Democrats as soft on crime and complicit in cartel activity. Please Hit Subscribe to this podcast Right Now. Also Please Subscribe to the The Ben Ferguson Show Podcast and Verdict with Ted Cruz Wherever You get You're Podcasts. And don't forget to follow the show on Social Media so you never miss a moment! Thanks for Listening X: https://x.com/benfergusonshowYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VerdictwithTedCruzSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ray Comfort just did a Turning Point USA event on the campus of Cal State Fullerton. He will join us to discuss what kind of questions were asked and how to engage with people who want to use their intellect but why Ray appeals to the conscience instead. Don’t miss this fascinating conversation.Become a Parshall Partner: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/inthemarket/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ray Comfort just did a Turning Point USA event on the campus of Cal State Fullerton. He will join us to discuss what kind of questions were asked and how to engage with people who want to use their intellect but why Ray appeals to the conscience instead. Don’t miss this fascinating conversation.Become a Parshall Partner: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/inthemarket/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Netanyahu Arrives At White House One Day After Declaring “War” On 1st Amendment, Trump Greenlights Full Force Against Leftist Domestic Terror Groups, Marine Vets In 2 States Randomly Kill Innocent People! Plus, Major New Discoveries In Kirk Assassination

This country has been dealing with an increase in political violence for nearly a decade, and leaders from across the spectrum need to do everything they can to get us off this terrible path. Declaring 'free speech for me and not for thee,' or getting random people fired for not saying nice things about Charlie Kirk isn't helping to tamp things down. Meanwhile, it looks like Trump is sacrificing U.S. national security interests with his corrupt TikTok and UAE deals, and Russia remains one of the only countries in the world Trump hasn't tariffed. Plus, Democrats must not roll over and play dead on the spending bill like they did in the spring. Amb. Susan Rice joins Tim Miller. show notes Bulwark Live in DC (10/8) and NYC (10/11) with Sarah, Tim and JVL are on sale now at TheBulwark.com/events. NEW show added to Toronto schedule: Bulwark Live Q&A Matinee show on Saturday, September 27 —tickets are on sale now, here.

Summary: Mary Kissel details US efforts to re-establish deterrence against Nicolás Maduro's regime in Venezuela, including declaring him an outlaw and targeting drug operations. She also addresses global migration challenges. 1953

CONTINUED Summary: Mary Kissel details US efforts to re-establish deterrence against Nicolás Maduro's regime in Venezuela, including declaring him an outlaw and targeting drug operations. She also addresses global migration challenges. 1958