Podcasts about excusing

Responsibility. This choice contains a commitment to stop complaining, blaming and excusing. It means you step up into the fullness of your adulthood and release any elements of victimhood from the way you create, produce and live. Being responsible is about being honorable. And truly powerful.My latest book “The Wealth Money Can't Buy” is full of fresh ideas and original tools that I'm absolutely certain will cause quantum leaps in your positivity, productivity, wellness, and happiness. You can order it now by clicking here.FOLLOW ROBIN SHARMA:InstagramFacebookTwitterYouTube

Kingdom of God - seek it and righteousness; Common themes of Old and New testament; Jacob vs Israel?; Loins out of joint?; Making Israel stink; Praying with supplication; Gen 10:16; Amorites; Bondage of Egypt; "Corvee"; Bible about government; Sloth leads to tribute; Consent; Socialism vs capitalism; Morality?; Repentance; Removing delusion; Learning to be Israel; Denominational Jews?; Hiding and fleeing from God; Identity; What are you missing?; Understanding "leaven"; Gen 50:1; Relationship of Family; Roman revolution; Republic; Volunteerism; Governments of Cain, Nimrod, Sumer, Egypt…; Strengthening by persecution; Importance of Family; "biet-kuf-hey" (Wept); Sphinx?; Joseph's request of Pharoah; Wrestling with God; "Elders"; Corporation of God; Mourning Jacob; "Threshing floor"; Getting the basics; Gen 13:2; Classes of citizens; Corruption; Saul: first king in Israel; Recognizing congregationalism vs kingdom; Vengeance; Freewill offerings; Jacob's command to Joseph; Forgiveness; Knowing yourself; Coming together as families; Christ's alternative system; Loving our enemy; Juries; Early Rome mimicking Israel; Excusing immorality; Death of Joseph; Land of Israel; Property tax?; Abraham's altars; "licking" blood; Modern vs Early Church; Religion; Doctrines; Covetousness; "One purse"; Social safety net?; What do you really own?; Moral bondage?; Electing new Sauls; Legal charity; Coming to the aid of your neighbor; Early Church ministers; "Not of this world"; Christ's system = charity alone; World system = force; Following Christ's way; Your daily bread; Lacking knowledge; Living altars; 1 Sam 8; Social Security; Christ's commands; Charity = Love, The truth shall set you free.

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Are You Excusing Behavior...Or Changing It? A Challenge! #450 Your toddler finds scissors and mangles her bangs, your boys ruin your good pillows fighting outside, your tween/teen procrastinates until 2am to complete an assignment. You would be justified and right to lecture and give them consequences. But this week, I am challenging you to do something very different when your child misbehaves....that will actually change their behavior more quickly. Our Winter Sale on the Get Everything Package continues this week. Begin 2025 with hundreds of practical strategies that really work with your strong-willed kids. Visit https://celebratecalm.com/products and make 2025 DIFFERENT. AG1 AG1 is offering new subscribers a FREE $76 gift when you sign up. You'll get a Welcome Kit, a bottle of D3 & K2 AND 5 free travel packs in your first box. Go to https://drinkag1.com/calm  HAPPY MAMMOTH Get 15% off on your entire first order at https://HappyMammoth.com with the code CALM at checkout.  HUNGRYROOT.COM Get 40% off your first box PLUS get a free item in every box for life. Go to https://hungryroot.com/ and use code CALM. ONE SKIN Go to https://oneskin.co and use code KIRK at checkout for an exclusive 15% off your first purchase. COZY EARTH Wrap yourself and your kids in Cozy Earth luxury...with 40% OFF! Visit https://cozyearth.com/ and use my exclusive 40% off code CALM.  IXL LEARNING Get an exclusive 20% off an IXL membership when you sign up today at https://IXL.com/KIRK. ​EQUIP HEALTH  If you're concerned at all about your child's relationship with food, don't wait to get an expert's advice.​ Visit​ https://www.equip.health/calm for a free consultation with Equip. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"Do you know someone who is stuck in the past? We can get so locked into our past that we are absent in our present and have no vision for our future." --Pastor Mike Braddock +++++++ Join us for church this Sunday. For service times and meeting location please visit https://transformtlh.com/

Sermon audio from week 1 of our series "Kick Your Buts". January 5, 2025.

December 24, 2024 Today's Reading: Matthew 1:18-25Daily Lectionary: Isaiah 44:21-45:13, 20-25; Daniel 10:1-12:13; Isaiah 48:1-22; Revelation 12:1-17“Now the birth of Jesus Christ took place in this way. When his mother Mary had been betrothed to Joseph, before they came together she was found to be with child from the Holy Spirit.” (Matthew 1:18)In the Name + of Jesus. Amen. The birth of Jesus Christ took place in this way. Mary was engaged to Joseph, but she got pregnant. From the Holy Spirit. From hearing the Word. She's totally still a virgin. And Joseph, being a just man and unwilling to put her to shame, resolved to divorce her quietly. That means he didn't believe her, which is probably not unfair. You have to admit how it looks.  Maybe that's why the world doesn't understand the reason for the season. Nobody was converted by Christmas decorations. Look at the nativity and tell me someone could look at it and proclaim, “Hey, look, that baby is fully God and fully man, Son of the Father, born of the virgin. He's going to die on the cross and rise from the dead to forgive us our sins.” You have to admit how it looks. You're not going to figure this out on your own. It has to be revealed. So an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and explained it. To all of Nazareth, Mary looked unfaithful. And a little crazy because she stuck to the story. Yet she is blessed among women because she is the mother of God. Joseph looked like an old fool, yet he believed where so many didn't. The more they believe, the worse they look.  Especially to the Pharisees, who look so amazing all the time. They weren't perfect, just good at hiding what was wrong. Excusing it. Blaming others. Anything but confessing what's wrong to be sin and hoping God would be merciful to sinners, which is sort of the whole point of the religion. The believing Mary and Joseph looked like sinners and fools. The unbelieving Pharisees looked righteous.  We love to measure how things look. But how does Jesus look hanging on the cross where He saved the world that couldn't save itself? This is foolishness to the wise. He became the same. To dwell in creation, alongside us, in sin and misery. God almighty became an infant. God with us. He knows what He looks like. It's ok. Nobody figures it out on their own. It's always been revealed. Because faith comes by hearing, not looking. Look at the manger. Look at the cross. It doesn't look like much. No wonder the world mocks us. Christ came to assume your weakness and carry your sins. The ones others belittle you for. The ones you hide so well. The ones that prove you don't measure up. The ones that make you look like a bad Christian. The ones it's easier to hide or excuse. He saves you from your sins. All of them.  In the Name + of Jesus. Amen. O God, grant to us ears to hear Your promises that our eyes may perceive Your glory, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.-Rev. Harrison Goodman, content executive for Higher Things.Audio Reflections Speaker: Pastor Jonathan Lackey is the pastor at Grace Lutheran Church, Vine Grove, KY.What makes a church "good?" Come join the fictional family as they test out eight different churches in their brand-new town and answer this question along the way. Will the Real Church Please Stand Up? by Matthew Richard, now available from Concordia Publishing House.

A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction.by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. They say it's not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him.Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn't resist looking up a woman's skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them.Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped.“It's shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear.“I'm sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn't heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out.“If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice.It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation.She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn't help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips.She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him.“No, not here.” she whispered, still recovering from her orgasm. As much as she wanted that hard cock inside her, for some reason she didn't want to do it there in the office.“Let's go back to mine.” She suggested. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands from her panties and stuffed his aching swollen cock back in his pants. They kissed once more and made for the elevator hand in hand.When you are horny and desperate to fuck everything takes so long. That was the case with the cab ride to her place. In the darkened back of the cab she had rubbed the front of his trousers and he in turn had done the same over the front of her panties. It had made the cab ride seem longer but the thrill and excitement of their fondling and the level of arousal it created was worth it.Inside her apartment she decided to slow things down by pouring them both a drink. She wanted the night to last, not be over with quick five minute fuck. Reclined on one end of the couch with him sitting on the other end facing her, she reached down and pulled off her panties, threw them on the floor and spread her legs wide.“I said you would get a better look at it.” she said smiling. “What do you think? Does it make you hard?”“Fuck yes!” he groaned, starting at her gorgeous shaved pussy with its slightly parted pink glistening lips and dripping wet opening between them.“Would you like to taste it?” she asked, instantly making herself even wetter at the thought of what she just said. Without answering, he put down his drink, slid along the couch and bent between her legs. She was so wet and the musky smell of her pussy filled his nostrils inflaming his senses. Hungrily he began licking her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy, his tongue rasping against her hard clit and delving into her saturated opening. She moaned and her head lolled back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure from her pussy right up through her entire body. Sensing she was about to cum he licked at her clit and flooded opening faster. With shaking legs she reached down, grasped the back of his head and crushed his face between her legs. She came with a huge groan, grinding her pussy up and down over his mouth.With a final few soft licks of her delicious pussy, he straightened back up, moved to the other end of the couch, retrieved his drink and took a long hard swig of it.“Let me see your cock.” She said, lying back with her drink back in hand and her legs still wide open. Once again replacing his drink, he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. His rigid cock almost sprung from them, the engorged head glistening with precum and the thick shaft throbbing with excitement.“Stroke it for me.” She commanded, staring at it longingly and imagining the feel of it inside her. Fuck, it was so nice and big. Taking his cock between thumb and fingertips he began to slowly stroke his cock, his gaze firmly between her legs as his hand moved up and down the rigid shaft. The sight of him pulling himself had her breathing heavily and her pussy wanting to cum again. Her eyes fixed on his hand and cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit. Watching her masturbating had his cock jerking with excitement in his hand. He groaned trying to block out the sensation of his hand on his cock. He didn't want to cum, couldn't cum, not before he had felt himself inside that gorgeous tight pussy. Stroking as slow as he could, he watched her rubbing get faster and then turn frantic until her pussy sprayed wetness over the couch between her legs as she came. The sight of her cumming and squirting pussy was sending him over the top. Desperately he squeezed the shaft of his cock to stave off his orgasm. He was on the very edge for what seemed like an eternity until it finally subsided. Releasing the grip on his cock, he watched as one solitary drop of cum leaked from the tip. He had fought off his orgasm but now his swollen balls ached, needing release. Sitting up, she moved onto all fours, crawled along the couch, bent and licked the drop of cum from the head of his cock. The touch of her tongue on his cock made him suck in his breath. Her mouth opened and she took him into it. He groaned as her mouth enveloped the head and slid down his quivering shaft. No sooner had she started she stopped, sliding her mouth off his cock, leaving it jerking with excitement and frustration. Sliding off the couch, she stood beside him, reaching down for his hand.“Time to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice. Taking her hand he rose up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom.“Oh shit! Fuck!” she cried out as the swollen head of his cock prized her open and his thick rigid shaft forced itself deep into her tight wet pussy. Gasping at the fullness of his cock inside her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him deep. Braced on his arms above her and filled with lust, he worked his hips, grunting and driving his glistening wet cock in and out of her until he felt it gripping him with pleasure. Driven wild with the sensations inside her pussy, she groaned loudly and gave a little squirt with every thrust, pushing herself up hard to meet each one.“Fuck it! Fuck it! Make it cum!” she pleaded, her pussy so close and desperate to cum. Almost there himself, he fucked her even harder, slamming himself between her legs, driving his cock between her parted lips into her warm wet pussy to the hilt.“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, jerking on his cock as her pussy exploded between her legs, spraying them both with a huge squirt of wetness. The tight grip of her contracting pussy and sound of her cumming pushed him over the top and he felt the numbness and rush of cum start. Quickly he pulled out his jerking cock and with a roar sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her tits and stomach. Still hard and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he pushed his cock back inside her. She yelped as he slid into her sensitive pussy but pain soon turned to pleasure as his hard thrusting cock sent her hurtling towards another orgasm. He gave a loud groan and pushed into her hard, cumming again, this time inside her. Feeling him cum inside her was enough and she came herself, her whole body quivering. He lay on top of her, both of them spent, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside her cum soaked pussy. Then they slept.He awoke the next morning cuddled up behind her, his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to be asleep but her nipple was hard under his fingers. He began fondling it and she moaned softly, her eyes still closed. Aroused, he began to run his hand over her naked body under the covers, his now hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her behind. Reaching down under it, he ran his finger along the slit of her pussy, still slippery and wet with his cum. She moaned again as his finger slipped in between her lips and worked up to her clit. Rubbing it softly, he felt her body becoming aroused. Feeling his hard cock pressed behind her, she raised her top leg. He slid down and positioned himself and holding his cock, pushed the head into her warm wet pussy. Within minutes they were both cumming again, her pussy leaking another load of nice thick load of cum. She had never been fucked from behind on her side before, only on all fours. It was softer than the hard thrusting doggy ramming against her behind but she liked it a lot.Evident there was a definite attraction between them they decided later that morning over coffee that they would spend the weekend together. Maybe the saying about not fooling around at work parties wasn't a hundred percent true. They would see how the weekend went.by Bumpinguglies, for Literotica

A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction.by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. They say it's not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him.Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn't resist looking up a woman's skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them.Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped.“It's shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear.“I'm sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn't heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out.“If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice.It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation.She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn't help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips.She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him.“No, not here.” she whispered, still recovering from her orgasm. As much as she wanted that hard cock inside her, for some reason she didn't want to do it there in the office.“Let's go back to mine.” She suggested. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands from her panties and stuffed his aching swollen cock back in his pants. They kissed once more and made for the elevator hand in hand.When you are horny and desperate to fuck everything takes so long. That was the case with the cab ride to her place. In the darkened back of the cab she had rubbed the front of his trousers and he in turn had done the same over the front of her panties. It had made the cab ride seem longer but the thrill and excitement of their fondling and the level of arousal it created was worth it.Inside her apartment she decided to slow things down by pouring them both a drink. She wanted the night to last, not be over with quick five minute fuck. Reclined on one end of the couch with him sitting on the other end facing her, she reached down and pulled off her panties, threw them on the floor and spread her legs wide.“I said you would get a better look at it.” she said smiling. “What do you think? Does it make you hard?”“Fuck yes!” he groaned, starting at her gorgeous shaved pussy with its slightly parted pink glistening lips and dripping wet opening between them.“Would you like to taste it?” she asked, instantly making herself even wetter at the thought of what she just said. Without answering, he put down his drink, slid along the couch and bent between her legs. She was so wet and the musky smell of her pussy filled his nostrils inflaming his senses. Hungrily he began licking her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy, his tongue rasping against her hard clit and delving into her saturated opening. She moaned and her head lolled back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure from her pussy right up through her entire body. Sensing she was about to cum he licked at her clit and flooded opening faster. With shaking legs she reached down, grasped the back of his head and crushed his face between her legs. She came with a huge groan, grinding her pussy up and down over his mouth.With a final few soft licks of her delicious pussy, he straightened back up, moved to the other end of the couch, retrieved his drink and took a long hard swig of it.“Let me see your cock.” She said, lying back with her drink back in hand and her legs still wide open. Once again replacing his drink, he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. His rigid cock almost sprung from them, the engorged head glistening with precum and the thick shaft throbbing with excitement.“Stroke it for me.” She commanded, staring at it longingly and imagining the feel of it inside her. Fuck, it was so nice and big. Taking his cock between thumb and fingertips he began to slowly stroke his cock, his gaze firmly between her legs as his hand moved up and down the rigid shaft. The sight of him pulling himself had her breathing heavily and her pussy wanting to cum again. Her eyes fixed on his hand and cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit. Watching her masturbating had his cock jerking with excitement in his hand. He groaned trying to block out the sensation of his hand on his cock. He didn't want to cum, couldn't cum, not before he had felt himself inside that gorgeous tight pussy. Stroking as slow as he could, he watched her rubbing get faster and then turn frantic until her pussy sprayed wetness over the couch between her legs as she came. The sight of her cumming and squirting pussy was sending him over the top. Desperately he squeezed the shaft of his cock to stave off his orgasm. He was on the very edge for what seemed like an eternity until it finally subsided. Releasing the grip on his cock, he watched as one solitary drop of cum leaked from the tip. He had fought off his orgasm but now his swollen balls ached, needing release. Sitting up, she moved onto all fours, crawled along the couch, bent and licked the drop of cum from the head of his cock. The touch of her tongue on his cock made him suck in his breath. Her mouth opened and she took him into it. He groaned as her mouth enveloped the head and slid down his quivering shaft. No sooner had she started she stopped, sliding her mouth off his cock, leaving it jerking with excitement and frustration. Sliding off the couch, she stood beside him, reaching down for his hand.“Time to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice. Taking her hand he rose up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom.“Oh shit! Fuck!” she cried out as the swollen head of his cock prized her open and his thick rigid shaft forced itself deep into her tight wet pussy. Gasping at the fullness of his cock inside her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him deep. Braced on his arms above her and filled with lust, he worked his hips, grunting and driving his glistening wet cock in and out of her until he felt it gripping him with pleasure. Driven wild with the sensations inside her pussy, she groaned loudly and gave a little squirt with every thrust, pushing herself up hard to meet each one.“Fuck it! Fuck it! Make it cum!” she pleaded, her pussy so close and desperate to cum. Almost there himself, he fucked her even harder, slamming himself between her legs, driving his cock between her parted lips into her warm wet pussy to the hilt.“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, jerking on his cock as her pussy exploded between her legs, spraying them both with a huge squirt of wetness. The tight grip of her contracting pussy and sound of her cumming pushed him over the top and he felt the numbness and rush of cum start. Quickly he pulled out his jerking cock and with a roar sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her tits and stomach. Still hard and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he pushed his cock back inside her. She yelped as he slid into her sensitive pussy but pain soon turned to pleasure as his hard thrusting cock sent her hurtling towards another orgasm. He gave a loud groan and pushed into her hard, cumming again, this time inside her. Feeling him cum inside her was enough and she came herself, her whole body quivering. He lay on top of her, both of them spent, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside her cum soaked pussy. Then they slept.He awoke the next morning cuddled up behind her, his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to be asleep but her nipple was hard under his fingers. He began fondling it and she moaned softly, her eyes still closed. Aroused, he began to run his hand over her naked body under the covers, his now hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her behind. Reaching down under it, he ran his finger along the slit of her pussy, still slippery and wet with his cum. She moaned again as his finger slipped in between her lips and worked up to her clit. Rubbing it softly, he felt her body becoming aroused. Feeling his hard cock pressed behind her, she raised her top leg. He slid down and positioned himself and holding his cock, pushed the head into her warm wet pussy. Within minutes they were both cumming again, her pussy leaking another load of nice thick load of cum. She had never been fucked from behind on her side before, only on all fours. It was softer than the hard thrusting doggy ramming against her behind but she liked it a lot.Evident there was a definite attraction between them they decided later that morning over coffee that they would spend the weekend together. Maybe the saying about not fooling around at work parties wasn't a hundred percent true. They would see how the weekend went.by Bumpinguglies, for Literotica

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Arcana Coelestia 7122... Infestation is permitted to the end that falsities may be removed, and truths be instilled, which cannot possibly be done without infestation; for after death there clings to a man, and there is in his memories, everything of his thought in the world, of his intention, of his will, of his speech, and of his action, for nothing is obliterated. That these things have been impressed on his memories, especially on the interior memory, which is properly the memory of his spirit, see n. 2469, 2470, 2474, 2475. And this being so, it must needs be that there cling to him things foul and filthy, and also evil and false, from his life in the world; and which cause the truths which the man has also learned, and the goods which he has imbued, to be hidden. For truths and goods cannot come forth among such things; and therefore before truths and goods can appear, and the man be thus associated with those who are in heaven, it is necessary that these evils and falsities be uncovered, so that he may see them and know them, and thus learn what is true and what is good. This cannot possibly be done without combat with the evils and falsities in himself; which combat takes place actually, the evil spirits exciting falsities and evils, and the angels excusing if the end has been good, and instilling truths. This is perceived as if it were in himself, as is the case with temptation in man, which is felt no otherwise than as being in him, when yet it is the combat of angels with evil spirits outside of him (see n. 3927, 4249, 4307, 5036, 6657). That this is so has been granted me to know with certainty from much experience. These things have been said in order that it may be known why infestation by falsities takes place with those who are of the spiritual church, which infestation has been treated of in the above verses, and is treated of also in those which follow. Third Round posts are short audio clips taken from Round 3 comments offered in the online Logopraxis Life Group meetings. The aim is to keep the focus on understanding the Text in terms of its application to the inner life along with reinforcing any key LP principles that have been highlighted in the exchanges.

WHY AREN'T MY PRAYERS ANSWERED? PSALM 66:18; JAMES 4:2-3 OCTOBER 20, 2024 è Blockages to Answered Prayer 1. Regarding iniquity in my heart. (Psalm 66:18) • Regard; hold onto; continue to pay attention to; hold in place of focus. Excusing, enjoying sin; (i.e. anger, lust,) 2. Failure to Ask. (James 4:2) • Sometimes, our “asker is broken” • Negligence; guilt; false view of God's interest; pre-existing un-belief. 3. Wrong Motives. (James 4:3) • Primary, hidden motive is “my desire, my way, my time.” 4. Timing. • God's calendar and clock are often not the same as ours! • Due time: (1 Peter 5:6; Galatians 6:9) • God is working on something greater than my desire, time frame. è Actions Needed • Forgive me, Lord, for my failure to ASK! (Matthew 7:7; James 4:2; Philippians 4:6) • “Examine my heart, Lord! Reveal to me where I am out of line with Your heart, Your plan, and where I am self-absorbed, focused on me!” (Psalm 139:23, 24) • Grant me Your GRACE (Your favor and ability) to humble myself, to stop demanding my own way. By Your Grace, I will submit my desires and actions to You, Lord! I believe YOU want the BEST for me and I TRUST YOU! (Philippians 4:19; Proverbs 3:5, 6)

Thank you all for coming, and thanks to all who have supported Sara through her recent health nonsense. This week, we attend the RECNY with the man, the legend, Jesse Armstrong.** Surprise Jesse Retirement Announcement **So sorry about the butter, guys.Excusing you, but we didn't ask for editorial comment: fuckoff@firecrotchandnormcore.comThank you for your donation: https://www.patreon.com/THEYLIKETOWATCHBuy 'Succession - The Scripts': https://www.faber.co.uk/product-category/non-fiction/film/screenplays/succession-the-scripts/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Increasingly, evangelical pastors are advising the use of foul language and obscene gestures. Is this ignorance concerning the symbolic connotations communicated in human language? Or, is it that there is little or no fear of God before their eyes? Why is it wrong to say “Gosh darn it all to heck?” And, how does cursing differ from the imprecatory psalms? These are highly significant discussion items in an increasingly apostate age. This program includes: 1. The World View in 5 Minutes with Adam McManus (NASA's Europa Clipper looking for life on Jupiter's moon, Praying at home may be illegal under Scottish abortion law, Taiwan recording 280 homosexual faux marriage per month) 2. Generations with Kevin Swanson

Increasingly, evangelical pastors are advising the use of foul language and obscene gestures. Is this ignorance concerning the symbolic connotations communicated in human language-- Or, is it that there is little or no fear of God before their eyes-- Why is it wrong to say -Gosh darn it all to heck--- And, how does cursing differ from the imprecatory psalms-- These are highly significant discussion items in an increasingly apostate age.--This program includes---1. The World View in 5 Minutes with Adam McManus -NASA's Europa Clipper looking for life on Jupiter's moon, Praying at home may be illegal under Scottish abortion law, Taiwan recording 280 homosexual faux marriage per month---2. Generations with Kevin Swanson

Increasingly, evangelical pastors are advising the use of foul language and obscene gestures. Is this ignorance concerning the symbolic connotations communicated in human language? Or, is it that there is little or no fear of God before their eyes? Why is it wrong to say "Gosh darn it all to heck?" And, how does cursing differ from the imprecatory psalms? These are highly significant discussion items in an increasingly apostate age.This program includes:1. The World View in 5 Minutes with Adam McManus (NASA's Europa Clipper looking for life on Jupiter's moon, Praying at home may be illegal under Scottish abortion law, Taiwan recording 280 homosexual faux marriage per month)2. Generations with Kevin Swanson

A new MP3 sermon from Generations Radio is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Evangelicals Excusing Foul Language - Why the F-Word is Wrong Speaker: Kevin Swanson Broadcaster: Generations Radio Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 10/15/2024 Length: 31 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Generations Radio is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Evangelicals Excusing Foul Language - Why the F-Word is Wrong Speaker: Kevin Swanson Broadcaster: Generations Radio Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 10/15/2024 Length: 31 min.

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One way we can support the siblings of kids with big, baffling behaviors is to teach them about owls, watchdogs, and possums (or some way to understand the brain and behaviors) as well as to teach them about nervous system vulnerabilities and ‘overactive' watchdog and possum brains!In this episode, you'll learnSteps to take when teaching siblings about owls, watchdogs, and possums so they won't feel like you're just excusing bad behaviorThe importance of validating your kids' experience that the way you parent their sibling is unfairA couple scripts for talking to your children about their sibling's watchdog and possum brain (available on my website by CLICKING HERE)Resources mentioned in this podcast:Helping Siblings Understand "Unfair" Parenting {EP 186}Can I Teach My Child About Their Brain? {EP 114}My Child Won't Talk About Their Watchdog and Possum Brain {EP 160}EVERYONE Has A Watchdog And Possum Brain! {EP 178}Is Understand Behavior Just Excusing It? {EP 109}Enabling Vrs. Low-Demand Parenting {EP 144}Read the full transcript at: RobynGobbel.com/teachsiblingsFollow Me On:FacebookInstagramOver on my website you can find:Webinar and eBook on Focus on the Nervous System to Change Behavior (FREE)eBook on The Brilliance of Attachment (FREE)LOTS & LOTS of FREE ResourcesOngoing support, connection, and co-regulation for struggling parents: The ClubYear-Long Immersive & Holistic Training Program for Parenting Professionals: Being With:::Wondering where to start with all this information about behaviors and the nervous system?Subscribe to the START HERE podcast at RobynGobbel.com/StartHere :::::Want to pick Robyn's brain, hang out with her in Zoom meetings and a forum you can access in an app? Come join us in The Club!Are you a professional who wants to support families of kids with big, baffling behaviors? Then Being With is for you!Just need a little extra help? Head to RobynGobbel.com/FreeResources

Patient Modesty in the clinic..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In one of my asides with Dr. Velour in the employees' shower, I informed Dr. Velour, "Like most women, Cindy removes the hair from her arm pits and legs, but Cindy clings to the hospital gown when I try to pull it below her navel. How am I going to remove her pubic hair?"At Dr. Velour's suggestion, I gotten rid of Cindy's pubic hair by applying the depilatory cream around her pubis as she presented her rear end while she rested on hands and knees. "In her mind," Dr. Velour accurately predicted, "faced away from you, Cindy won't feel exposed..."In the treatment room, Cindy knotted her faint eyebrows in surprise. "Usually, you whip the gown off and order me crouch on hands and knees to present my heinie."I sighed. "You've a partner but," I observed, "It seems somehow you have never before been naked in the presence of another person."Holding her hand out to touch my arm, Cindy asked, "You're with a guy, but I take it, don't be offended, it's just a feeling, you like girls too. What's it like to be with a guy, to have his juice inside you?""It's a risk," I held her hand. "Guys aren't always as clean or careful as we might like, You know that.""Then, why a man?' Cindy asked."It's hard to explain," I replied, "the brain winks out; you're in instinct driven override. My husband Jerry and I strung together a ditty one night: `Skin aflush, Lips touch, Hands clutch, Bodies crush.'""It's that simple?" Cindy laughed."To override good sense, your senses must be overloaded," I explained, "The trill goes on, 'Scent seducing, Rapid respiring, Furies flaring, Blood bubbling, Dairies dazzling.""Dairies dazzling?" Cindy chuckled. "Or dangling? I guess I wouldn't do well with a man. I don't have that much up top to appeal to a guy.""Mother nature provides," I chuckled, "At each stage, the next one comes that much quicker, "When stimulated, female breasts enlarge. They fill with blood during arousal and intercourse," I teased her nipples as I recited the verse, "There's a certain structural bias imparted by my husband the engineer, `Scent alluring,, Emotions engaging,, Heartbeat surging,, Piston projecting, Port awakening.'""Engineering mixed into biology?" Cindy questioned."Anatomy, Jerry tells me, is the model of man-made structures," I informed Cindy."But what of women-made physical edifice?" Cindy chided me."One never knows what will happen when two heads," I chuckled, "come together in," I continued the poem, "A silent hush, Furies rush, A storm burst, A final thrust , comes the gush.""And that's it?" Cindy asked."Usually, the guy cums and the gal has to finish herself off," I reflected, "These are my lines: `my body inflamed , tho' his sap be drained , his fires slake , I make mine quake!""And still you prefer men?" Cindy prodded me."It's the thrill of letting go, experiencing the risk, dirt, disease, pregnancy and not caring," I exclaimed."Birth Control?" Cindy asked.I shook my head. "Even the pill isn't fail-safe and in the throes of ecstasy, intoxication or just plain exhilaration, you let go; your body takes over; primal instinct reigns; you really don't care.""Fucking is so much fun," Cindy suggested, "you don't give a flying fuck.I tied that into the intended treatment. "Dr. Velour's treatment protocol is based on that very premise that impregnation is more likely if the woman allows her body to take over just like in natural intercourse.""How do I do that?" Cindy asked.Taking a breath for fortitude, I rendered instructions, "First, you must relax." I moved closer to speak directly to Cindy, "I'm not going to bite. Could you spread your legs just a little further apart?"The pale white skin of Cindy's face burnished a deep scarlet when I smiled at her pitiable effort to spread her legs. Running my hands up her inner thighs, I splayed her legs. "Jerry my engineer husband says the legs are like the legs of a protractor. It's unwise to pull them more than 120 degrees apart."Cindy's sweet blue eyes followed my hands as they felt along her lower smooth abdomen brushing her labia reaching toward her inner thighs. She thrust her genitalia upward when I deliberately bypassed and teased her slit. "No matter, we'll try something different today." I smiled. I gently massaged the crease between Cindy's labia and worked my way toward her clit.Hands behind her head, nipples erect, Cindy stretched out on the table. Was she a couple of inches taller? Had she gained a cup size? I wondered.As I removed my hand Cindy pled, "Oh, please God, don't dare stop!"Taking Cindy's hands, I placed Cindy's right hand on her clit and her left inside her vagina searching for the G spot. "Work yourself hard," I ordered, "you deserve it."Excusing myself from the room with the claim that I had to retrieve an instrument, I went to fetch Dr. Velour. I found Dr. Velour in the gym, nude working out. Surprise filled Dr. Velour's face when I came into her view. "Nurse Warbler, you need to get out of those sweat drenched clothes. A shower to cool off is what the doctor ordered.""I've got Cindy working her way to an orgasm," I reported, "I need you to do the injection. It took a lot to get her into a state where she's physically ready to allow her body to override her brain and conceive. It's now or never!""This is unexpected!" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "I'm hardly dressed for the procedure."In frustration, I declared, "I've done much more than I ever expected or wanted to do to accomplish the task: impregnation." I shook my head. "Let me take Cindy into the female visitor's shower. We can do her in the shower," I demanded."Do her?" Dr. Velour seemed surprised."In the shower you'd be perfectly attired to accomplish the task," I observed wryly, "Wouldn't you agree?"I recruited a male nursing assistant about ready to go off duty to help me lift Cindy off the table and guide her into the shower. "Patient is here for impregnation," I noted as we each led Cindy, her fingers furiously stimulating her clit, to the showers. "Hopefully, Dr. Velour will arrive with the sap in time," I declared."I can't help you there. Dr. Velour locks down male nurses in chastity before they can enter the female ward or deal with Surrogates," the male assistant smiled, as we put Cindy, still stimulating herself in pre-orgasmic euphoria, under a spigot.The heat was overbearing. I pulled my top off and tossed my bra in the corner. "The shower should be warm enough to keep her revved up," I assured myself as I stepped out of the bottom and went under the spigot with Cindy.My colleague commented. "Fortunately, not cold enough to turn a hot girl in heat, off." Looking me over, my colleague rendered a candid appraisal, "cute lime green thong matches the color of the scrubs."Standing facing Cindy, I found myself running on the momentum of arousal. Dropping my thong, I slipped my fingers down my abdomen, between my legs into my clit. I swayed in synch with Cindy. Our chests heaved in unison. My lips puckered, blowing Cindy a kiss.Our lips met. Her tongue invaded my mouth We manually simulated ourselves furiously. I became aware that Dr. Velour had entered the room holding a syringe. Was it a foot long and an inch in diameter? Would that fit inside Cindy's love port? I wondered.My boss, Dr. Velour, was here but I didn't care. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Dr. Velour hand the syringe to the male assistant. Would he administer the man-sap?I felt the pads of a woman's long narrow fingers gently lubricating my sphincter with circular motions going deeper with each rotation. Dr. Velour's breasts pushed against my hip as she pulled Cindy's vagina toward mine. Was this part of the procedure? I wondered.Even if the stranger's sperm was not inserted in me, I may have reached a new level in which the demand and sacrifice was something I may never have assented to in advance. Nonetheless, I deemed myself true to Jerry.I felt a quaking deep inside me start to rumble from the depths of my body shoot into my uterus causing exhilarating contractions, growing in intensity until I crashed senselessly on the shower floor. I fell asleep as the water dripped upon us, my head resting comfortably on Cindy's soft breasts.When I awoke, I found myself alone. The female visitor's showers were dark. The water was turned off. A blanket was thrown over my bare body. My sneakers were gone; my feet were bare. My scrubs were nowhere to be seen. I had no idea what time it was.A lone towel and a bar of soap sat on a rack. I supposed that was a hint.It was as if I was in a vision as I showered down. I worked the bar of soap in my hands into frothy, sudsy cream bubbling with bubbles. When I spread the creamy soapsuds over my shoulders into my smooth underarms, I appraised myself. In a few days, my armpits would need attention.I ran the bubbly mix across my chest, gently working the cream into my breasts, teasing my nipples with the pads of my fingers. Letting my hands wander, I reached my pubic mound.Bristle was starting to grow in coarse. My pubic hair had been removed in a training exercise here at the clinic. It was itchy but Jerry preferred hairy pubes. Whenever I felt guilty about something, I tried to accommodate Jerry.Though tempted, I resisted recapturing the mood. Instead I chose to reach behind me. I spread the foam over my bare ass into my crack.With a sigh, I ceased stimulating myself and allowed the falling water to carry the suds off. I lowered my head to watch the stream of bubbles carried off into the drain in the floor.Alighting from the shower, I found myself on the catwalk in the darkened female wing. Over in the male wing, I could see lights were still on. As I walked on the catwalk, I could hear Dr. Velour below in the subterranean gym chatting with some male donors who were using some of the exercise equipment. Dr. Velour was nude as per her rules for female usage of the facility.What would Dr. Velour's reaction be? Had giving into the feelings of the moment led to failure? What would Dr. Velour do or say? I wondered. I prepared to defend myself. After all! Dr. Velour had engaged with me in bringing Cindy to orgasm and had withheld administration of the man juice."Oh Nurse Warbler," Dr. Velour greeted me, nodding to her male companions sporting only an athletic supporters to leave us, "Cindy and her partner are pleased with progress. They've requested you shower with Cindy when she arrives in the facility. This will acclimate her to a certain amount of social nudity. It will lead to more overtime. Join me in the pool for a quick dip before you dress to go home?"I wasn't surprised. Bowing my head, I muttered with resignation, "As I go one each new step here at the clinic brings us to a new level in which the next demand for an even greater sacrifice soon follows."Chapter 10: The Choice.I was standing on the stage with six other naked women. The foot lights shone right in our face. We couldn't see our audience. It didn't matter. From this beauty pageant, Dr. Velour's preferred clients would pick a Surrogate from one of the bare assed and bare footed females on display. I already knew that Dr. Velour's intended guests would be Alison and Cindy, a sperm-less pair, the current 'correct term' for a lesbian couple who wanted to start a family.A while back, Dr. Velour presented the problem to me in one of her casual asides in the subterranean pool that the clinic provided as a diversion offered to male donors and female surrogates as well as employees. Looking out on the work on the adjacent solarium and sauna, Dr. Velour waved her hand as she visualized her dream, "Right what's just a ditch will bring natural sunlight to the subterranean level.""Naturality," Dr. Velour shook her head, "has its advantages." Turning to carefully studying my bare body, Dr. Velour paused to nod approvingly at my freshly depilated pubes. Dr. Velour noted, "I hope our informal, poolside tete-a-tetes in the natural state promote openness, honesty and trust.""It would save on the laundry bill," I hid my reservations in a joke."Let's talk about your patient Cindy." Dr. Velour began, "Her partner-Oh, the sperm-less pair plans to marry and produce a child-is concerned. Cindy's obsessive modesty is noticeable even at home. Cindy responds well to you. Her partner believes you can bring Cindy to accept an injection with the specialized syringe I designed-you call it --...""The sperminator," I reminded Dr. Velour. Chuckling, I added, "A little dose, we say, brings on 'The Big one,' pregnancy.""Sperminator! `The Big One!'" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "My nursing assistants, a bunch of cards, have devised a cute but sophomoric expression to describe my ingenious design. My invention combines the injectant power of a syringe with thrusting power of a dildo and the stimulation of a vibrator. The sperminator delivers warm sperm into a body in orgasmic convulsions, replicating the euphoria of natural intercourse," Dr. Velour explained."No sperminator natural or artificial," I replied, "can bring 'The Big One' to Cindy, eh, impregnate her if she won't be seen naked.""Cindy trusts you. Work on it." After a pause, Dr. Velour suggested, "Join me at the end of your shift for a swim?" Dr. Velour requested.Weeks later, on stage, I was wondering how did I end up on display? Upon graduation with a degree in an Industrial Psychology, I had been promised a position in management at the clinic. I should be behind a desk studying the motivations of the naked women flapping their lips around me. Only last month, I was leading candidates for selection on stage. Somehow, the wistful plaint crossed my mind: when one door closes another one opens. The direction of my work at the Fertility Clinic had shifted in stages during my treatment with Cindy, the seemingly diffident partner in a eh, spermless pair.

Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think?  No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.

Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex

Growth and self-love are not mutually exclusive. Loving yourself takes effort, exploration, release, healing, and understanding there's more to self-love than self-care. And, while the effort to promote self-love has become a hot topic across the internet and social media, there's also been a push to define and push self-love in a way that absolutely does not support your mental and emotional health. Today, you and I are taking a one-on-one deep dive into what self-love is NOT! It's important to understand both sides of the coin so you can best serve yourself in the long run. So, let's dive right in. Key Takeaways: 00:00 Introduction   01:25 A baseline understanding of what self-love is 03:29 3 foundations to self-love   06:29 Love is always conditional   08:17 Other elements of self-love that must be present in our lives 13:10 Toxic self-love #1: Using self-love to hurt others 15:29 Toxic self-love #2: Disconnecting from quality relationships 17:54 Toxic self-love #3: Putting the lens of positivity on everything 20:10 Toxic self-love #4: Excusing our behavior and calling it self-love  22:21 Toxic self-love #5: Selfishness  25:49 Toxic self-love #6: When we put excuses in the way of self-work         28:54 Toxic self-love #7: Refusing to validate feelings when they don't align with our own 31:13 Toxic self-love #8: Refusing to care about others or anything 32:49 Toxic self-love #9: It is not about pushing yourself to be more 34:55 Toxic self-love #10: It is not one area of focus while ignoring everything else 36:26 Toxic self-love #11: Refusing real life Join the 18.6 K members on Instagram, Facebook, and Tik Tok who are engaging in their own life revolution daily! Love this show? Please leave us a review here – even one sentence helps! Become a Get Your Life Together, Girl Insider! Sign up here! Free downloads are available right now! I also invite you to check out the new 15-day Affirmation Course, where I take you on a journey through how to your brain chemistry and your greatest desires to your benefits. It's available to start right now! Looking for more? Visit: www.getyourlifetogethergirl.com.

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In this series, we're talking about things that aren't easy, but they're simple.  Pastor Jamie Nunnally shares that it is not easy to walk in forgiveness, but it's simple. There are three types of forgiveness God is calling us to experience:1. Receiving God's forgiveness2. Forgiving ourselves3. Forgiving others We must receive God's forgiveness.1 John 1:9 God is more willing to forgive our sin than we are sometimes willing to admit our sin. God wants you to admit your sin because you can't be released from what you don't recognize.Ephesians 1:7 "He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins." SO RICH!If someone isn't forgiven, its not because God won't forgive them, but because they won't receive it. Isaiah 43:25 "I—yes, I alone—will blot out your sins for my own sake and will never think of them again."How often do you think about a bill you've already paid? You don't. That's how often God thinks about your forgiven sin: He doesn't. Feeling guilty doesn't make you a good person. We must forgive ourselves.We can only give what we have, so before we forgive others, we must forgive ourselves.2 Peter 1:8-9If you believe you're still a sinner, you will act like a sinner. If you believe you're forgiven, you will act like you're forgiven. Romans 8:1 "So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus." We must forgive others.Matthew 6:14-15 "If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you. 15 But if you refuse to forgive others, your Father will not forgive your sins."Forgiveness is a two-sided coin. God can't redeem it until you release it.  Forgiving others is not:1. Denying what happened. The only people that won't like you having boundaries in your life are the people that have something to gain from you having none.2. Excusing sin. 3. Shielding someone from consequences. 4. A guarantee that someone will change. If you need someone else to change in order for you to be OK, you are their prisoner. Forgiveness is simply saying "I know a better judge than me and I am going to let Him handle this." Forgiveness is saying "I know unforgiveness is poison and I refuse to ingest it." How to forgive others: Make the choice & engage the process.You can't be married without a wedding but having a wedding doesn't mean you stay married.Matthew 18:21-22 "Then Peter came to Him and said, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?" Jesus said to him, "I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven."Forgiveness is not just a point in time action; It's a life-long decision. Have you received God's forgiveness?Have you forgiven yourself?Are you forgiving others?

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A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction. by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. They say it's not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him. Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn't resist looking up a woman's skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. [[MORE]]  Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them. Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped. “It's shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear. “I'm sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn't heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out. “If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice. It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation. She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn't help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips. She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him. “No, not here.” she whispered, still recovering from her orgasm. As much as she wanted that hard cock inside her, for some reason she didn't want to do it there in the office. “Let's go back to mine.” She suggested. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands from her panties and stuffed his aching swollen cock back in his pants. They kissed once more and made for the elevator hand in hand. When you are horny and desperate to fuck everything takes so long. That was the case with the cab ride to her place. In the darkened back of the cab she had rubbed the front of his trousers and he in turn had done the same over the front of her panties. It had made the cab ride seem longer but the thrill and excitement of their fondling and the level of arousal it created was worth it. Inside her apartment she decided to slow things down by pouring them both a drink. She wanted the night to last, not be over with quick five minute fuck. Reclined on one end of the couch with him sitting on the other end facing her, she reached down and pulled off her panties, threw them on the floor and spread her legs wide. “I said you would get a better look at it.” she said smiling. “What do you think? Does it make you hard?” “Fuck yes!” he groaned, starting at her gorgeous shaved pussy with its slightly parted pink glistening lips and dripping wet opening between them. “Would you like to taste it?” she asked, instantly making herself even wetter at the thought of what she just said.  Without answering, he put down his drink, slid along the couch and bent between her legs. She was so wet and the musky smell of her pussy filled his nostrils inflaming his senses. Hungrily he began licking her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy, his tongue rasping against her hard clit and delving into her saturated opening. She moaned and her head lolled back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure from her pussy right up through her entire body. Sensing she was about to cum he licked at her clit and flooded opening faster. With shaking legs she reached down, grasped the back of his head and crushed his face between her legs. She came with a huge groan, grinding her pussy up and down over his mouth. With a final few soft licks of her delicious pussy, he straightened back up, moved to the other end of the couch, retrieved his drink and took a long hard swig of it. “Let me see your cock.” She said, lying back with her drink back in hand and her legs still wide open. Once again replacing his drink, he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. His rigid cock almost sprung from them, the engorged head glistening with precum and the thick shaft throbbing with excitement. “Stroke it for me.” She commanded, staring at it longingly and imagining the feel of it inside her.    Fuck, it was so nice and big. Taking his cock between thumb and fingertips he began to slowly stroke his cock, his gaze firmly between her legs as his hand moved up and down the rigid shaft. The sight of him pulling himself had her breathing heavily and her pussy wanting to cum again. Her eyes fixed on his hand and cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit. Watching her masturbating had his cock jerking with excitement in his hand. He groaned trying to block out the sensation of his hand on his cock. He didn't want to cum, couldn't cum, not before he had felt himself inside that gorgeous tight pussy. Stroking as slow as he could, he watched her rubbing get faster and then turn frantic until her pussy sprayed wetness over the couch between her legs as she came. The sight of her cumming and squirting pussy was sending him over the top. Desperately he squeezed the shaft of his cock to stave off his orgasm. He was on the very edge for what seemed like an eternity until it finally subsided. Releasing the grip on his cock, he watched as one solitary drop of cum leaked from the tip. He had fought off his orgasm but now his swollen balls ached, needing release. Sitting up, she moved onto all fours, crawled along the couch, bent and licked the drop of cum from the head of his cock. The touch of her tongue on his cock made him suck in his breath. Her mouth opened and she took him into it. He groaned as her mouth enveloped the head and slid down his quivering shaft. No sooner had she started she stopped, sliding her mouth off his cock, leaving it jerking with excitement and frustration. Sliding off the couch, she stood beside him, reaching down for his hand. “Time to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice. Taking her hand he rose up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom. “Oh shit! Fuck!” she cried out as the swollen head of his cock prized her open and his thick rigid shaft forced itself deep into her tight wet pussy.  Gasping at the fullness of his cock inside her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him deep. Braced on his arms above her and filled with lust, he worked his hips, grunting and driving his glistening wet cock in and out of her until he felt it gripping him with pleasure. Driven wild with the sensations inside her pussy, she groaned loudly and gave a little squirt with every thrust, pushing herself up hard to meet each one. “Fuck it! Fuck it! Make it cum!” she pleaded, her pussy so close and desperate to cum. Almost there himself, he fucked her even harder, slamming himself between her legs, driving his cock between her parted lips into her warm wet pussy to the hilt. “Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, jerking on his cock as her pussy exploded between her legs, spraying them both with a huge squirt of wetness. The tight grip of her contracting pussy and sound of her cumming pushed him over the top and he felt the numbness and rush of cum start. Quickly he pulled out his jerking cock and with a roar sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her tits and stomach. Still hard and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he pushed his cock back inside her. She yelped as he slid into her sensitive pussy but pain soon turned to pleasure as his hard thrusting cock sent her hurtling towards another orgasm. He gave a loud groan and pushed into her hard, cumming again, this time inside her. Feeling him cum inside her was enough and she came herself, her whole body quivering. He lay on top of her, both of them spent, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside her cum soaked pussy. Then they slept. He awoke the next morning cuddled up behind her, his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to be asleep but her nipple was hard under his fingers. He began fondling it and she moaned softly, her eyes still closed. Aroused, he began to run his hand over her naked body under the covers, his now hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her behind. Reaching down under it, he ran his finger along the slit of her pussy, still slippery and wet with his cum. She moaned again as his finger slipped in between her lips and worked up to her clit. Rubbing it softly, he felt her body becoming aroused. Feeling his hard cock pressed behind her, she raised her top leg. He slid down and positioned himself and holding his cock, pushed the head into her warm wet pussy. Within minutes they were both cumming again, her pussy leaking another load of nice thick load of cum. She had never been fucked from behind on her side before, only on all fours. It was softer than the hard thrusting doggy ramming against her behind but she liked it a lot. Evident there was a definite attraction between them they decided later that morning over coffee that they would spend the weekend together. Maybe the saying about not fooling around at work parties wasn't a hundred percent true. They would see how the weekend went. by Bumpinguglies, for Literotica

A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction.by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.They say it's not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him.Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn't resist looking up a woman's skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them.Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped.“It's shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear.“I'm sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn't heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out.“If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice.It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation.She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn't help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips.She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him.“No, not here.” she whispered, still recovering from her orgasm. As much as she wanted that hard cock inside her, for some reason she didn't want to do it there in the office.“Let's go back to mine.” She suggested. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands from her panties and stuffed his aching swollen cock back in his pants. They kissed once more and made for the elevator hand in hand.When you are horny and desperate to fuck everything takes so long. That was the case with the cab ride to her place. In the darkened back of the cab she had rubbed the front of his trousers and he in turn had done the same over the front of her panties. It had made the cab ride seem longer but the thrill and excitement of their fondling and the level of arousal it created was worth it.Inside her apartment she decided to slow things down by pouring them both a drink. She wanted the night to last, not be over with quick five minute fuck. Reclined on one end of the couch with him sitting on the other end facing her, she reached down and pulled off her panties, threw them on the floor and spread her legs wide.“I said you would get a better look at it.” she said smiling. “What do you think? Does it make you hard?”“Fuck yes!” he groaned, starting at her gorgeous shaved pussy with its slightly parted pink glistening lips and dripping wet opening between them.“Would you like to taste it?” she asked, instantly making herself even wetter at the thought of what she just said. Without answering, he put down his drink, slid along the couch and bent between her legs. She was so wet and the musky smell of her pussy filled his nostrils inflaming his senses. Hungrily he began licking her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy, his tongue rasping against her hard clit and delving into her saturated opening. She moaned and her head lolled back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure from her pussy right up through her entire body. Sensing she was about to cum he licked at her clit and flooded opening faster. With shaking legs she reached down, grasped the back of his head and crushed his face between her legs. She came with a huge groan, grinding her pussy up and down over his mouth.With a final few soft licks of her delicious pussy, he straightened back up, moved to the other end of the couch, retrieved his drink and took a long hard swig of it.“Let me see your cock.” She said, lying back with her drink back in hand and her legs still wide open. Once again replacing his drink, he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. His rigid cock almost sprung from them, the engorged head glistening with precum and the thick shaft throbbing with excitement.“Stroke it for me.” She commanded, staring at it longingly and imagining the feel of it inside her.   Fuck, it was so nice and big. Taking his cock between thumb and fingertips he began to slowly stroke his cock, his gaze firmly between her legs as his hand moved up and down the rigid shaft. The sight of him pulling himself had her breathing heavily and her pussy wanting to cum again. Her eyes fixed on his hand and cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit. Watching her masturbating had his cock jerking with excitement in his hand. He groaned trying to block out the sensation of his hand on his cock. He didn't want to cum, couldn't cum, not before he had felt himself inside that gorgeous tight pussy. Stroking as slow as he could, he watched her rubbing get faster and then turn frantic until her pussy sprayed wetness over the couch between her legs as she came. The sight of her cumming and squirting pussy was sending him over the top. Desperately he squeezed the shaft of his cock to stave off his orgasm. He was on the very edge for what seemed like an eternity until it finally subsided. Releasing the grip on his cock, he watched as one solitary drop of cum leaked from the tip. He had fought off his orgasm but now his swollen balls ached, needing release. Sitting up, she moved onto all fours, crawled along the couch, bent and licked the drop of cum from the head of his cock. The touch of her tongue on his cock made him suck in his breath. Her mouth opened and she took him into it. He groaned as her mouth enveloped the head and slid down his quivering shaft. No sooner had she started she stopped, sliding her mouth off his cock, leaving it jerking with excitement and frustration. Sliding off the couch, she stood beside him, reaching down for his hand.“Time to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice. Taking her hand he rose up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom.“Oh shit! Fuck!” she cried out as the swollen head of his cock prized her open and his thick rigid shaft forced itself deep into her tight wet pussy. Gasping at the fullness of his cock inside her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him deep. Braced on his arms above her and filled with lust, he worked his hips, grunting and driving his glistening wet cock in and out of her until he felt it gripping him with pleasure. Driven wild with the sensations inside her pussy, she groaned loudly and gave a little squirt with every thrust, pushing herself up hard to meet each one.“Fuck it! Fuck it! Make it cum!” she pleaded, her pussy so close and desperate to cum. Almost there himself, he fucked her even harder, slamming himself between her legs, driving his cock between her parted lips into her warm wet pussy to the hilt.“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, jerking on his cock as her pussy exploded between her legs, spraying them both with a huge squirt of wetness. The tight grip of her contracting pussy and sound of her cumming pushed him over the top and he felt the numbness and rush of cum start. Quickly he pulled out his jerking cock and with a roar sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her tits and stomach. Still hard and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he pushed his cock back inside her. She yelped as he slid into her sensitive pussy but pain soon turned to pleasure as his hard thrusting cock sent her hurtling towards another orgasm. He gave a loud groan and pushed into her hard, cumming again, this time inside her. Feeling him cum inside her was enough and she came herself, her whole body quivering. He lay on top of her, both of them spent, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside her cum soaked pussy. Then they slept.He awoke the next morning cuddled up behind her, his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to be asleep but her nipple was hard under his fingers. He began fondling it and she moaned softly, her eyes still closed. Aroused, he began to run his hand over her naked body under the covers, his now hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her behind. Reaching down under it, he ran his finger along the slit of her pussy, still slippery and wet with his cum. She moaned again as his finger slipped in between her lips and worked up to her clit. Rubbing it softly, he felt her body becoming aroused. Feeling his hard cock pressed behind her, she raised her top leg. He slid down and positioned himself and holding his cock, pushed the head into her warm wet pussy. Within minutes they were both cumming again, her pussy leaking another load of nice thick load of cum. She had never been fucked from behind on her side before, only on all fours. It was softer than the hard thrusting doggy ramming against her behind but she liked it a lot.Evident there was a definite attraction between them they decided later that morning over coffee that they would spend the weekend together. Maybe the saying about not fooling around at work parties wasn't a hundred percent true. They would see how the weekend went.by Bumpinguglies, for Literotica

THIS EPISODE IS A REPLAYUnderstanding behavior helps us actually solve the problem, leads to compassion, and actually helps behavior to change, but first we must understand why we are so afraid that understanding behaviors means we are excusing "bad" behaviors.In this episode, you'll learn:The difference between understanding behavior and excusing behaviorWhy understanding behavior is importantWhat are our fears about understanding behaviorWhat leads to behavior changeThe importance of compassionate boundariesRead a summary or the full transcript at: RobynGobbel.com/understandingbehaviorOver on my website you can find:Masterclass and eBook on What Behavior Really Is (FREE)eBook on The Brilliance of Attachment (FREE)Ongoing support, connection, and co-regulation for struggling parents: The ClubYear Long Immersive & Holistic Training Program for Parenting Professionals: Being With****Raising Kids with Big, Baffling Behaviors was an INSTANT USA Today Best Seller! Order your copy (choose from getting it fast, or getting a discount, or getting a signed copy) at RobynGobbel.com/Book ****Ready to dive deeper ?The Club is an online community of connection, co-regulation, and a little education for parents of kids with big, baffling behaviors. We open periodically for new members! Sign up on the waiting list at RobynGobbel.com/TheClubBeing With is a year-long training program for professionals. RobynGobbel.com/BeingWith

Stop finding excuses to procrastinate.  I was in the gym the other day, but I was not looking forward to the workout.  But I know the workout was going to be effective for me if I would've just gotten it over with.  I took longer to get it in than the 35 minutes required for it.  When you do the work first, it makes it easy to enjoy the rest of your life.  You've gotta do the work first at the highest intensity up front so you can enjoy it.  If you've got an hour to do something, knock it out in 40 minutes.  If you've got a week to do something, get it done in 3 days.  The task at hand doesn't require you to "think" about it.  Imperfect action is required.  You have to act your way into a feeling because you'll never feel your way into an action.  Stop procrastinating.  Get to work.  Do the hard stuff first.  And then enjoy the extra "time" you've created for yourself.  #RiseAbove    HOW TO GET INVOLVED:  This planet is based on an algorithm and with every positive action, there is an adverse reaction.  Ryan Stewman rose and overcame a life of addiction, imprisonment, divorce, and circumstances that would break the spirit of the average human being.  He went on to create a powerful network of winners and champions in life and business creating a movement quickly changing lives one day at a time.  Learn more at: www.JoinTheApex.com   Check out this show and previous killer episodes of the ReWire Podcast in Apple Podcasts.

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Episode #717 What would do if you found out that your wife was cheating on you? How would you deal with it? Do you confront your wife? When men get hurt like this, shame becomes prevalent. Shame is where it gets dangerous. Shame stops men from reaching out to other guys. Shame comes around from the feeling of not being enough. The shame and the hurt cause men to go into an ultra-beta mode or DEERing - Defending, Explaining, Excusing, Rationalizing. You have to take full responsibility for everything in your life. Take full responsibility - but always remember that this is not your fault. This is on them. Even if you have contributed in some way, it doesn't make an allowance for that kind of behavior. In this episode, we are going to talk about physical and emotional cheating, what to do when you find out that your wife is cheating on you, how to handle it, and what you can do about it. __________ Hungry for more? Head over to our Bonus page for special access to some of the deeper tactics and techniques we've developed at The Powerful Man.

Some people walk-the-walk. Others talk-the-talk. Dr. Wasserman swims-the-swim. Dr. Martin Wasserman is a retired pediatrician who served as the Secretary of Health and Mental Hygiene under Governors Schaffer and Glendenning. During that stint, he felt if he was professing getting out and exercising, he should do it as well. So he hopped into the Chesapeake Bay at Sandy Point State Park and swam across it! OK, there were several hundred others participating in the Great Chesapeake Bay Swim as well. That was twenty-seven years ago, and in the ensuing years, he has done it time and time again. Excusing a COVID year and another year when he was sick, Marty has transited the Bay 25 times--at age 81! This year, there were 883 participants and Dr. Wasserman finished in 3:20, first in his age group, and 301st place out of 883 particpants. For perspective, the race was won by a 17-year-old from Crofton with a time of 1:35. Today, we speak with Marty about this feat that most would never do once, much less 25 times, and about how he keeps healthy in body (he's a vegan, swims, and rides horses) and mind (he is very active with the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine. And, if you want a spoiler, we also find out if crossing 26 is in the cards! Have a listen!

Growth and self-love are not mutually exclusive. Loving yourself takes effort, exploration, release, healing, and understanding there's more to self-love than self-care. And, while the effort to promote self-love has become a hot topic across the internet and social media, there's also been a push to define and push self-love in a way that absolutely does not support your mental and emotional health. Today, you and I are taking a one-on-one deep dive into what self-love is NOT! It's important to understand both sides of the coin so you can best serve yourself in the long run. So, let's dive right in. Key Takeaways: 00:00 Introduction   01:25 A baseline understanding of what self-love is 03:29 3 foundations to self-love   06:29 Love is always conditional   08:17 Other elements of self-love that must be present in our lives 13:10 Toxic self-love #1: Using self-love to hurt others 15:29 Toxic self-love #2: Disconnecting from quality relationships 17:54 Toxic self-love #3: Putting the lens of positivity on everything 20:10 Toxic self-love #4: Excusing our behavior and calling it self-love  22:21 Toxic self-love #5: Selfishness  25:49 Toxic self-love #6: When we put excuses in the way of self-work         28:54 Toxic self-love #7: Refusing to validate feelings when they don't align with our own 31:13 Toxic self-love #8: Refusing to care about others or anything 32:49 Toxic self-love #9: It is not about pushing yourself to be more 34:55 Toxic self-love #10: It is not one area of focus while ignoring everything else 36:26 Toxic self-love #11: Refusing real life Join the 18.6 K members on Instagram, Facebook, and Tik Tok who are engaging in their own life revolution daily! Love this show? Please leave us a review here – even one sentence helps! Become a Get Your Life Together, Girl Insider! Sign up here! Free downloads are available right now! I also invite you to check out the new 15-day Affirmation Course, where I take you on a journey through how to your brain chemistry and your greatest desires to your benefits. It's available to start right now! Looking for more? Visit: www.getyourlifetogethergirl.com, I also invite you to join the new Get Your Life Together, Girl Women's Circle. This monthly membership gives you access to exclusive exercises, practices, tools, monthly live conversations where you can ask questions, 100s of techniques, and a community to support you. It's just $9.00 a month. Connection can be complicated. Therapy isn't cheap. The Women's Circle bridges the gap. Visit the website to learn more and sign up.

When you try to have compassion for yourself after a binge, does it seem like you're excusing what you did? If so, then this episode is for you.   Listen in as I help you stop the excusing and start talking to yourself in a way that will help you to move on and be better sooner than later.   Interested in working with me? Go to http://www.coachkir.com/group to get all the information you need!   Find show notes and more information at https://coachkir.com/252

This episode explores one young woman's experiences she had while growing up in a divorced family environment.  Chloe Emmelkamp shares what it was like to be in an environment of  mental and emotional abuse that she endured for years from her mother as a child growing up.  Through it all, Chloe made (and continues to make)  conscious choices to to do whatever she can to rise above it all and forgive her mother. As you will see, much of Chloe's ability to be positive about her past experiences comes from recognizing that she has choices.  "What you choose matters and you always have a choice in what happens...you have a choice to do with what's happened to you."  

Have you ever thought, “How can I forgive? What happened to me was wrong!” Forgiveness can feel like giving hurtful actions a free pass—like calling things “okay” that are not okay. But that's not the way God forgives. The Bible says in Hebrews 9 “... Christ was offered once for all time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people.” There's a very real price to be paid for injustice. We can be forgiven because Christ absorbed the punishment for our wrongs—not because our wrongs were “okay.” This is what He offers to all who turn away from their old ways and choose to follow Him. Jesus is just AND merciful. He does not allow wickedness to go free. You can trust that He will deal rightly with those who have wronged you. Will you let Him carry the weight of your anger and hurt today? Remember, there is always hope with God. This is Andrew Palau. radio.hopewithgod.com

Yes, God's Grace is sufficient, but its not a license to do whatever I want

Understanding behavior helps us actually solve the problem, leads to compassion, and actually helps behavior to change, but first we must understand why we are so afraid that understanding behaviors means we are excusing "bad" behaviors.In this episode, you'll learn:The difference between understanding behavior and excusing behaviorWhy understanding behavior is importantWhat are our fears about understanding behaviorWhat leads to behavior changeThe importance of compassionate boundariesRead a summary or the full transcript at: RobynGobbel.com/understandingbehaviorOver on my website you can find:Masterclass and eBook on What Behavior Really Is (FREE)eBook on The Brilliance of Attachment (FREE)Ongoing support, connection, and co-regulation for struggling parents: The ClubYear Long Immersive & Holistic Training Program for Parenting Professionals: Being With*****Not sure where to start? With 100 episodes, it's hard to know what episodes to listen to first!The START HERE private podcast takes the guess-work out. I curated the 10 episodes I think you should listen to first. Because it's a special private podcast, It's only available by invitation- so head over to RobynGobbel.com/StartHere to get yours. You'll then be able to listen in whatever podcast player you use! ****Ready to dive deeper ?The Club is an online community of connection, co-regulation, and a little education for parents of kids with big, baffling behaviors. We open periodically for new members! Sign up on the waiting list at RobynGobbel.com/TheClubBeing With is a year-long training program for professionals. RobynGobbel.com/BeingWith

This episode is all about why we excuse bad behavior. Whether it be from our kids, spouse, co-workers, boss, etc., there are reasons we allow people to treat us the way they do. When you know what to look for and how to deal with the discomfort of teaching people how to treat you, life gets a whole lot easier. Most of us are conflict-averse and put up with behaviors that aren't helping anybody. You can learn how to lovingly hold people accountable while growing your own self-respect. To learn more from me, be sure to be on my email list at: https://andreagiles.com/lies-about-infidelity/ Get on my waitlist for my signature group coaching program at: https://andreagiles.com/know-in-90/ Please click the button to subscribe so you don't miss any episodes and leave a review if your favorite podcast app has that ability. Thank you! For transcripts and other available downloads, please visit my website at https://andreagiles.com/podcast/ © 2020 - 2023 Andrea Giles

"WELLL that's easier said than done" Girl if you DONT !! Bestie, it's time to face the facts and have a hard convo bestie to bestie. I want to hold you accountable and stop letting you excuse yourself from your dream life. You are so much more deserving of abundance and blessings that's on the other side of all the bs stories you are telling yourself. SO, in today's episode we face our fears head on and break it down between a few TACTFUL steps you can take to stop playing small - lets get it. Lots of love, TT Connect with me

John F. Kennedy once told a presidential biographer that rating presidents from best to worst that it was impossible without a deep appreciation of the office. Perhaps even first-hand experience was necessary: "No one has a right to grade a president - even poor James Buchanan - who has not sat in his chair, examined the mail and information that came across his desk, and learned why he made his decisions.”While JFK's view will never stop historians from ranking U.S. presidents from best to worst, he makes a good point that historical figures likely had good reasons for what they did, even if the end result was failure and their reputations were left in tatters. Andrew Jackson's Indian Removal Act or Thomas Jefferson's failure to provide justice equally (even though he enshrined the equality of all in America's founding documents) are explainable and understandable, even if they aren't excusable. To explore this theme further is today's guest is Jon Meacham, host of the new podcast, Reflections of History. Meacham is a Pulitzer Prize-winning author of American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House, and several other biographies, presidential or otherwise. We discuss the lasting legacies of Jefferson, Jackson, and other presidents who rose or fell to the moment. We also discuss which historical figures should get greater recognition, whether the aftermath of the Titanic gives us ideas on how to mourn national tragedies, and the greatest accomplishments of the 20th century, including, but not limited to, NATO, vaccines, the Space Race, and Jackie Robinson breaking down baseball's color barrier and accelerating the Civil Rights Movement.

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Photo: Medieval book collector sitting at desk, reading    @Batchelorshow +3a/17: #DurhamReporting: Excusing and defending the Steele Dossier.  Svetlana Lokhova. @RealSLokhova  #FriendsofHistoryDebatingSociety https://www.cnn.com/2021/11/18/politics/steele-dossier-reckoning/index.html