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HT2228 - Too much Fretting Over Gear I can't even begin to count how many photographic trips I've made in my 50 years of photography. One thing I do know is that before every trip I spend hours thinking about what gear to bring, particularly what lens — or lenses — to bring. Interestingly enough, I'm yet to return from a trip without successful photographs. That has me suspicious that I would find any random combination of gear and lenses satisfactory. Different pictures? Yes. But stymied? Probably not.

Hello to you listening in Fredricton, NB, Canada!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for  Thoughts on Thursday and your host, Diane Wyzga.Maybe like me you have a robust imagination that works overtime to figure out all possible bridges that might be crossed in the future and how to cross them. The “what if” worries.And then I remember something mom used to say whenever I got to fretting about the not-yet-arrived tomorrow: “We will cross that bridge when we get to it.” Until tomorrow arrives there's no way to know what we'll be faced with and how to manage it.Meanwhile, our needless worrying sucks all the oxygen out of the joy, purpose, or wisdom of the present moment and piles on suffering like a bag of rocks on your back.Hear me when I say I recognize that these are mind-blowing times. We don't know what's what from one minute to the next.Practical Tip: Despite the current craziness we can practice loving kindness toward ourselves whenever our worries begin to run amuck. How? Repeat after me, “We will cross that bridge if and when we get to it.”You're always invited: “Come for the stories - stay for the magic!” Speaking of magic, would you subscribe and spread the word with a generous 5-star review and comment - it helps us all - and join us next time!Meanwhile, stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website to:✓ Check out Communication Services I Offer✓ For a no-obligation conversation about your communication challenges, get in touch with me today✓ Stay current with Diane as “Wyzga on Words” on SubstackStories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicAll content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.

Wrapping up loose ends and moving forward.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Love is like a crossbow quiver. You only have so many bolts to shoot before it runs outThere was a long pause. Pamela took another long breath then an impish grin came to her lips."With your luck you'll get those, then end up in the Artic," she scoffed."Not the Antarctic? I've got a soft spot in my dreams for penguins.""Nope. You get to be chased by polar bears," she nudged me. I nudged her back playfully. She gave me a Charlie horse."Ow!" I yipped. The two SD chicks from the front of the plane looked back our way. I didn't care about their misconceptions. My muscles needed some self-massages."I was pretty scared," I whispered to Pamela."Good for you. You were also pretty lucky and I'm sure pretty pissed with your 'Albanian' attackers," she replied quietly. "I missed you too."I liked the way she read my mind about that. I would have liked it some more if I hadn't glanced to my other side, then fallen straight to sleep.{1 pm, Monday, August 25th ~ 14 Days to go}On Tuesday night, Aya got one of her wishes fulfilled ~ sorta. I slept in Caitlyn Ruger's bed and I wasn't alone. The Sandman had dropped a Scottish sand trap sized load of sand on me and there was more than enough spillover to flatten little Aya too. Because I lived among Amazons, Caitlyn woke me up at 5:45 in the A M and only so much lollygagging was allowed.Aya got to sleep for fifteen whole minutes more than I did. She hugged me and kissed my cheek (which amused her three Fatal Squirt compatriots to no end) while I stuffed away my breakfast. Desiree showed up to take me to work minutes later. While Aya showed off her battle scar to the pre-caste Amazons and her Aunt D. (they had not been awake when we showed up the previous evening), I was chided for being late for weapons practice.Yes. Life and death battle successes meant nothing to the Amazons. If you had a spare moment you had better be training, or working out your mind and/or body. We had no 'weekends', though we did get an quarter day off in celebration for the religious festivals based on the sacred days of the various matron Goddesses. A full day off didn't happen.7:00 AM saw me with the intern group, just as if nothing had happened to change our relationship over the past two months. Oh, we were different. They teased me about my sunburn and wanted to see my latest scars. I couldn't work with Buffy anymore, since I was her spiritual leader. Due to my 'high risk' status, Desiree was the only other Amazon Katrina trusted me with, so I got to get beaten at her hands for the last three days of the week.To be fair, I teased Desiree incessantly. I made her smile when she thought I was doubled over in pain on multiple occasions. Beyond that seven-to-five schedule, I exercised after work until six and then managed to bike home in a manner that avoided the paparazzi.I was easy to track outside of the building by the members of the press (who thought I was still somehow newsworthy) and despite my persistent desire to not talk to any of them. Felix had 'vanished', so I was the only man left. What had happened to him? Katrina allowed me to take a glance. He was at an Epona Wyoming freehold training for the Great Hunt and reveling in his 'lone man in a household of twenty-two single women' status.Unlike the three other members of our 'first class', Felix got to choose his re-location location and communicated with me daily because he wanted us to create a battle plan for the upcoming Hunt. It was official; it was going to be a two man vs. thirty Amazons affair and there was no rule that we couldn't work together though only two Amazons could win by capturing us and holding onto us until sunset on Sunday, September 14th.No one except Krasimira, the Keeper of Records, knew what terrain we would be hunted on so we could expect anything from swamps to mountain ranges. The Amazons were in the same boat. Already the House heads had volunteered one member for the Hunt. The ancestors would be consulted for the half who would actually participate. Krasimira had also added her own twists.House Ishara couldn't compete because technically, I was already their participant. With 52 houses halved, that equaled 26. The final four? Runners. If a runner won, the Keeper would consult the ancestors to see which house they would automatically be inducted into. Eight runners were nominated by the department heads and four of those would be chosen by the Augurs as well.In a normal organization it would have been thought that Krasimira was abusing her station since there was no High Priestess to oppose her decisions. Not in the Amazons. No. She consulted the Augurs and the Augurs worked the will of the Ancestors and that was that. No Augur would lie about the sacred communications imparted to them. That was inconceivable sacrilege.What that did mean was that at sunset on Thursday, September 11th, Felix and I would be inserted with a knife, map and clothing into the hunting zone. When the sun rose on Friday morning, the thirty Amazons would be put into the zone. No Amazon could attack another unless they, or their targets, 'possessed' a man. They could team up but only two could win. It was promising to be a great 'get to know your buddies at work' moment for all of us,What was Felix getting out of this besides his freedom? (His freedom was no longer in danger. House Epona would protect him.) No, for Felix, if he survived free until the sun set on Sunday, he would become a Runner. If he lost, he would have to spend another year as an intern. This convinced me that Felix was totally dedicated to avoiding capture. I was good with that.Meanwhile for me, it was Brooke Wednesday night, Oneida on Thursday and Timothy and Odette going clubbing with me on Friday night. Saturday was my first House Ishara group activity. We gathered in the early morning at Doebridge, me with a hangover and Buffy giving me crap at every opportunity. Fortunately the rest of my 'sisters' treated me with a great deal more reverence.Now they all knew about my Summer Camp role, Romania and my kidnapping. Even in their 'man-hating' ideology, I was the exception to the rule ~ I was reliable, dedicated, smart, lethal and worthy of their trust and respect. On the council front, Buffy hinted to me that there was a way around the deadlock for who would be foisted onto the Regency Triumvirate, but she refused to tell me what it was. That was a cause for concern.Sunday, I worked with JIKIT, did some Amazon diplomatic stuff and discovered Desiree was my new bodyguard. Katrina thought a full SD team would be cumbersome and my best bet was to remain unconventional and mobile. I agreed because it allowed me to play the field a little more. Speaking of playing the field,This bright Monday afternoon, I was standing in a hangar at Stewart International Airport waiting on my fiancée, Hana Sulkanen. She had flown from Tibet to London with the Dali Lama. That exalted individual had passed on the mantle of national leadership to the Tibetan Constitutional Committee and left the country with the stern decision that the country would move forward toward democracy and not backwards toward theocracy.Now he was playing the role of goodwill ambassador, encouraging the Tibetan Diaspora to spend a few months to a year back in their homeland to help rebuild and teach. He also was rallying support for Tibetan recognition and financial support. Already the UN had voted to send a small international group to establish border security against both the Khanate and the PRC.With the PRC treaty-obliged by the ceasefire to not oppose Tibetan freedom, the UN acted rapidly. The UN Tibet Force(UNTFOR) combat elements consisted of the UK (+ Gurkha), Chilean, French (+ French Foreign Legion), Germany, India, Italy, Romania, Spanish and Thailand each sending one battalion each. Algeria, Denmark, Chile, the Netherlands, Bulgaria, Canada, Cameroon, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and Brazil agreed to make smaller contributions. The USAF would supply a serious level of logistics support for the mission.The UN also created the UN Tibetan Training Force (UNTTFOR) which provided a structure for giving access by Tibetan forces to German, Italian, Chilean and Romanian bases to train to E U standards over a five month period. The Khanate provided gobs of captured Chinese hardware to the creation of a tiny Tibetan Armed Forces, easing worries about adequately equipping the troops once they were trained.The Dali Lama was simultaneously arriving at JFK to public fanfare in order to thank the UN personally on behalf of the nation he loved. Hana was able to finally shed the limelight and was coming into a secure National Guard facility to finally take a step back to a 'normal' lifestyle. The last bit of oddity: the hangars used by the Marine Aerial Refueler Transport Squadron 452 of the Marine Corps Reserve was courtesy of JIKIT. No press was allowed, or expected.It was an odd grouping of us. Jormo Sulkanen (Hana's father), his chauffeur and Hana's daughter  Annela were in one car. Hana was traveling with Libra and Ms. Meacham, so they would need the limo he came in. My appearance was a simple moment for us to touch base in person, as opposed to over the internet, or mobile phone. The third group waiting was Sten Phillip M nnik (her ex-husband) and two unnamed associates.Sten was being a total jerk, which may have been due to me calling him Philip when we first met. Philip wasn't 'ethnic' enough for him, so he never used it. Because he hated it, Brennan (Hana's deceased step-brother) had used it constantly. I had overheard it and thus screwed up our first meeting. But Sten's current blistering hatred had two positive side effects: Jormo came over and stood by me, a suggestion of solidarity I hadn't expected, and since we were standing next to each other, we finally began the dialog that we needed if Hana was going to be family to both of us.We chatted about the thing that mattered most ~ Hana. He asked me if I had really hired a team of assassins to protect her, so I told him a little bit about the Ghost Tigers. He talked about how proud she was to be bringing peace to a suffering planet and I agreed that she looked spectacular doing so.Some things remained the same; I had set in motion the death of his youngest son who had paraded a raped lady in front of me. A bunch of other dilettantes had perished as well. Balancing that was the joy I brought to the child closest to his heart, his adopted daughter Hana. I also had proved to be my own brand of eccentric knight in tarnished armor. I meant well, and in Jormo's book that meant something.He also told me he would strangle me with my own intestines if I broke her heart. I looked him straight in the face and asked him how he felt about open marriages. He hit me. To be fair, I let him hit me. He didn't try to do me serious harm."Don't be an asshole," he grumbled."I'm not sure I know how?" I shrugged. I got another hard stare."She loves you," he said with surprising tenderness."I would rather face that typhoon again than break her heart. The thought of that scares me because I've never been all that good at romance," I confessed."That wasn't what I expected you to say," he harrumphed. "I recall those two ladies I first saw you with. Libra Chalmers and,""Brooke Lee," I said."Yes, her. Are you staying loyal?""She has never asked more than she thinks my current level of maturity can hope to achieve." He looked at me. "I'm discrete and mindful of her sensitivities.""You aren't trying to befriend me," he noted."I don't feel it is right to expect you to like me. I think we both know I'm supposed to be nice to you and you aren't going punch me again. I believe Hana would see thru any deception on our part."I paused. "I wouldn't mind us getting along. I'll try not to piss you off because that would be rude to you and cruel to her," I continued. "I'll never ask you to forgive me and I'll never feel like what I did was inherently unjustified. I am sorry that I caused you pain because I think you are a hard, courageous man, and she loves you.""That's her plane," he stated."Thank God," I muttered. And thank you Ishara. I was starting to blather. We remained thankfully silent until the plane had pulled into the hangar and the people started to deplane. The first out was a young woman with dark blonde hair and hunters glasses.No one else appeared until she had reached the bottom of the stairs and continued to look about for a moment. Hana came next, smiling at me, then her eyes were following Jormo as he moved to the car to retrieve little  Annela. Libra followed with Ms. Meacham on her heels. Libra still wasn't used to playing the second fiddle/personal assistant. A short Mongolian fireplug of a man was the last passenger down the stairs. He looked like, a wolverine with his feral, primordial energy and general hostility.I imagined the girl was his apprentice and he was the prime assassin. That was how the Ghost Tigers operated. They were doing me a deep personal favor by putting aside their normal role as hunters to take up body-guarding duties. According to Addison, they had also managed to get their fair share of killing people of various persuasions. Not only had the Seven Pillars tried to take her out more than once, Chinese Intelligence and some criminal cartels had taken an active interest in her too.The young woman scanned from me to Desiree, then to Sten. She had a good eye for threat assessment. Jormo was partially concealed, but would rather die than put Hana at risk. I was the ally of the 9 Clans, and she probably thought she could take me in a quick-draw contest. Desiree? She left Desiree for her mentor to worry about."Ms. Sulkanen?" Sten's closer minion walked her way. The bodyguards got in the way instinctively. The man reached into his coat and nearly died. The women did a palm strike to his windpipe then grabbed his tie, yanking him to the hard concrete floor of the hangar.(Russian) "He has a piece of paper," she stated in a detached manner"Sten, what is the meaning of this?" Hana worried. I moved toward the woman.(Russian) "I am Cáel Nyilas. Let me help."She did more than that. She retreated from the downed man and put her body between Hana and Sten.I was schooled enough now to realize that was the deception. I hadn't seen the older man draw a gun but I knew he now had one out. It was down by his side and he was using his body to shield it from view."Are these the kind of people you want around our daughter," Sten asked haughtily. I had an inkling suspicion. I wasn't alone.Desiree pushed past me and attended to the downed man. She had him standing, patted him on the back and frisked all inside ten seconds."He's a process server," she commented to the group."What he is here to do is serve you with papers, Hana," Sten grew angrier. "You are an unfit mother and have developed an unsafe environment for her to grow up in.""What?" Hana growled. "You don't like the fact that I've finally moved on and found someone new. You don't care a damn thing about our daughter.""We will let a judge decide that. Right now I have an order of detention for  Annela," he grinned wickedly."Ms. Sulkanen," the second of Sten's minions step forward more cautiously, "the Family Court in the State of New York has,"I laughed."Oh," Desiree looked my way then shared a sliver of a smile with me."There is nothing laughable, I assure you," the lawyer snapped."Really, what's your name?" I asked."Mr. Dornier, not that,""Where are we?""What does that matter?" then, "New York State.""Incorrect Dornier. You are on a Marine Corps base, dumbass. Look around you," I smirked."So? What does that mean?" Sten harangued us."This is federal property," I explained as I strode toward his car."Hey, what are you doing, I'm talking to you," Sten pursued me."Excuse me," I grinned. I flipped out my Amazon Honor Blade and slashed one of his tires."What?""Go for it," Hana simmered. "Touch Cáel and he will defend himself.""He has a knife," he countered. He didn't touch me. A second tire began to deflate. "That's assault with a deadly weapon.""It would be if he turned to face you, or anyone else," Desiree had her 'bored ~ don't press me' voice. "Right now he's being a vandal." She put her hand on the process server's shoulder and shoved him back toward Sten and Dornier. "You should know your jurisdictions, asshole," she told him."Hana, I will drive back with Cáel," Libra announced loudly. That was a cue for Hana to shoot me an apologetic look, which was odd, considering that even knowing me was putting her child custody at risk. It took me a second to realize what a bastard Sten could be. I also doubted he had three spare tires. I left one untouched as I headed for my car."Hana, I'll catch up with you after you talk with your lawyers," I called out. It was infuriating for me that this was her reception home. Sten had better be thanking his lucky stars we weren't alone or I would have pummeled his ass, and given him the nuclear wedgy of all times, jackalope."Let's go home," Libra tapped my arm. Desiree was watching Jormo's limo speed away. She didn't dawdle. The Marines would want their hangar back ASAP. We'd let them decide if they wanted to help Sten, or not. Desiree tossed me the keys. That was her way of telling me I need to blow of some steam, and not by getting frolic-ee with Libra on the hour long commute home.{11 pm, Monday, August 25th ~ 14 Days to go}{Late that night with Hana}"So, who was the guy who gave you this?" I looked over at Hana while running my hand over the silk scarf some lama in Lhasa had given her to give to me ~ a 'Thank You' gift for the liberation of his homeland and the aid package heading his peoples' way."I never got his name, but my translator said he had traveled for three days straight to be there for the celebration," she smiled warmly.I picked up my second gift and began to play with it. The object was a fascinating toy, all the more so because it was more than a child's plaything. It was a simple prayer wheel. I put the handle between my two palms and rubbed them back and forth, causing the two balls to beat against the drum heads."I think you find that thing more interesting than you do me," Hana pouted."Oh no you don't," I pounced on her. With one hand I tickled her while I placed my Tibetan gift aside. I didn't want us rolling over on it as we frolicked naked on her queen-sized bed. "You were a happy little camper ten minutes ago and you certainly drove your vigor home with this grand Lothario.""Eek!" she playfully tried to bat my hand aside. She began giggling hysterically.Even when I pulled away so that she could breathe, she kept snickering."What?" I worried. I had been ramping us up for a second round of sex. Round one had been 'comfort' sex, helping her compartmentalize her feelings for that bastard of an ex-husband and the threat he posed to her custodianship of her daughter,  Annela.Those were emotions she'd deal with later. Fretting about them tonight, her first night back in the States, was counter-productive. She knew that, which was why she'd accepted my dinner invitation. We had now been seen in public together for the first time since she became famous; afterwards we had traveled back to her place. How serious was I about cheering her up? I'd brought a spare suit, biking clothes and my bike. I was planning to spend the night and make my way to work my usual way come sunrise."I," she gasped, "asked Libra how you "compared" in her experience, which seems to be extensive, as a lover on the way over. And after several, very long, I must say, seconds of introspection, she told me you were indescribable and incomparable. I've been trying to put my thoughts together since Rome and, why are you scowling?""That was rude of you two," I now play-pouted. "I like to think I'm 'thunderous', though 'stunning' will do in a pinch."Hana helpfully pinched me. "Ow!" I squalled. And back to tickling I went. I quickly showed her my 'sheet-fu' was superior to hers, which meant I tangled her up in her sheets before she realized she was helpless before me. Or so I bragged. Hana played helpless well."Oh please, Mr. World-Conquering Wombat," she pleaded. Wombat?"Wombat?" I questioned her. "How have I become an irascible furry marsupial?""Well Honey, you need a shave," she teased me. "You are a little furry.""Romantically that is called a five o'clock shadow," I protested."It scratches my thighs," she murmured.I had a remedy for that. Sliding down to her hip, I turned my palms toward me, interlaced my fingers and positioned my thumbs pointing up. My chin rested on my fingers and the thumbs covered the sides, so when I stuck my tongue into the three-sided void created, my hands, but none of my scruffiness, touched her intimate flesh. Once I had this technique in place, I rolled over her thigh and got to work."I find," she gasped, "that you have the answer to that conundrum down pat. It makes me, ah, think I'm not your, ah, first girl." My dedication to my erotic task (and the carnal reward that waited) kept me from responding. Besides, my upper lip was busy rolling back and forth over her clitoris. There I let the bristles of my oncoming moustache teasingly tickle her. I was pleased when the pleasure I caused quieted her and she settled down to running her fingers across my crown as she ramped herself up toward a climax. 'Not my first girl' indeed.Forty-five minutes later, I was coming back to her room from the kitchen with a glass of tomato juice for her and rice wine for me (she was out of beer). I heard a noise from  Annela's room, so I deviated to make sure she was okay. I was in boxers, not totally naked.  Annela was out like a light, caught up in some sort of childish dream. By the cherubic grin on her face, she was having a good one.She was another delicate female issue in my life. I had made her existence harder by just being me. Hana let me know that nothing 'bad' had better happen to her ex-husband, Sten. I couldn't beat him up, threaten him, or sic any of my Amazons on him. Stupidly, I had asked if using the CIA was okay. She'd banned all of JIKIT intervening as well, negating the use of the best pest removal people on the planet, the 9 Clans."You are going to have to get used to children making sounds while they sleep," Hana surprised me. "You'll learn to tell the dreams from the nightmare.""In spades, I'm going to have to learn that in spades," I nodded.{4 pm, Tuesday, August 26th ~ 13 Days to go}My schedule had remained steady. I had firearms practice at 6 am every morning, was in Katrina's office by 7 and working my cue by 7:15. According to my regular morning briefings, I continued to be a menace to the foundations of freedom, civilization and the terrestrial biosphere. It was wonderful to stand there side by side with my fellow New Hires.At lunch, around 11 o'clock, I had a brief get together with the other members of the Amazon diplomatic corps since I was still Chief Diplomat of the Host ~ we were a small unit. Daphne, who now worked with JIKIT, would give me a brief briefing on what the 'office' was up to in my name. I gladly kept my distance from their regularly scheduled mayhem. The truce in China didn't stop the Secret War from raging on and on.My three o'clock knife training with Pamela was slowly evolving into a greater study of human fighting philosophy and anatomy. I still studied the techniques of a larger single bladed hunting knife as well as the hilt-less, double bladed Amazon Honor Blade. Pamela promised me she'd start teaching me how to do the 'long-distance' and 'short'/snap throw for the blades. She made it look so easy.Pamela also began educating me on the basics and basis of the Amazon personal hand-to-hand fighting style. The eight points of emphasis in Amazon combat were: the finger, fist, elbow, shoulder, foot, heel, knee and hip. It encouraged channeling both your energies and the energy of your opponents by using fluid blows and throws. It also worked well with the close-in knife fighting Pamela was teaching me. Working with her once more did her as much good as me. We had come to feed off one another's moods, which was a good thing.Tuesday, walking to the elevator at the end of the session, the door opened to reveal Rachel talking to an SD chick I barely knew, Meridian."Oh, it is great to see you, Rachel," I enthusiastically stated. Her hesitation as she replied worried me."It is great to see you too, Cael Wakko Ishara," she responded softly, compassionately."Ladies, can you spare Rachel and I some private time," I asked Meridian and Pamela."Come on," Pamela addressed the SD Amazon, "we have tons of nothing to talk about.""As you wish, Ishara," Meridian answered. She looked to Rachel. She stepped off the elevator as Pamela stepped on. Away they went."I heard you were back in New York," I told her."I heard you were off of JIKIT for the time being.""I was running on fumes psychologically and my body wasn't too much better. Javiera gave me a week off. I go back Thursday.""That was the right move, Cáel," she said. "You've been stuck sweating both the small stuff and being caught up in the big picture. That is a humongous burden to bear for someone with your training and background.""I know, I'm not ready for where my life has taken me.""No one is, Cáel. You have training that has let you get this far when most of us would be lost. You carry that weight, plus you've had to work the physical side of the equation. I get to focus on you. You've had to focus on all of us."Rachel was being both honest and kind. I felt a sudden renewed kinship with my primary guardian."Thanks for that, Rachel, can I tell you a secret? Something you can't tell another soul. Something I've never told another living person?" I could tell Rachel. I couldn't tell Katrina because she was so close to Hayden. Pamela, Pamela had already prepared herself for a miserable afterlife and wouldn't have connected with my pain for another.Since she was my 'sister' in Ishara, I couldn't really confide in Buffy, but only an Amazon would understand my thoughts on the matter. It had to be Rachel."I cannot betray the Host, but you know that. What is it you wish to share?""Hayden lived life as an Anahit, yet lives forever in the Halls of the Isharans." Since that was now well known, Rachel knew that couldn't be the secret."When I was trying to induct her, Dot Ishara refused her entry. I thought she was challenging me and I was right.""I recall that she wouldn't accept Hayden, even though her death was righteous in the name of the Host. Has no one ever asked you what changed Ishara's mind? Not Buffy, or Helena?""Neither one ever asked. I think it was because they sensed I didn't want to talk about it, nor insult them by not opening up. Ishara refused Hayden because of me. I was refusing to accept my place in the Host. I kept playing, pretending, I was not really one of you. I kept thinking I could divorce myself from the evil we did because I was special.""But you weren't special in the way I think you are using the word," she nodded. "You were chosen by the Ancestors to be one of us, man, or not.""Yeah. I stupidly put my life on the line because I wanted to be the 'good guy'. I've always wanted to be the 'good guy', even when I hurt people. I'd tell the girl it was my fault, yet I excused that behavior by thinking that I hadn't meant to hurt anyone, so I was okay. I have never blamed myself for any of the shit I caused.""That has always been a rather annoying quality of yours," she noted."When I was on the roof of Havenstone, daring Ishara with my life on the line, that's when I felt it. I owed and owned my Amazon heritage in that moment. I finally blamed myself for something, for not accepting sacrifices were being made for me and I was dishonoring every one of you by denying their purpose.""You are Ishara," Rachel stated firmly. That was her entire argument."I had to believe that. I had to believe I was nothing more than one Amazon in a long line of Amazons dating back to that first night of betrayal. I had to realize I was one of many, not someone special, with special rules. I wasn't getting to be the good guy, or even the bad guy. I was just, an Amazon. One more Ishara among the hundreds that stood in my place.""And it took that moment for you to realize what most Amazons know from the age of five," Rachel stroked my cheek. "It is easy for us to forget your bravery comes from a place that is uniquely you and you didn't grow up around the fires with tales of our mothers, grandmothers and all those who have come before. We see our honor is gold and sing the songs in the First Tongue. We live as Amazons.""I wanted you to know because," I faltered at the last memory."Charlotte. You want to make peace with me about Charlotte," she touched my cheek yet again. "Cáel, I told her mother and daughter about how she died. They want to meet Vincent when he is feeling better. They want to talk to you. They worry about you not understanding that Charlotte lives and will live on until the Sun dies and the stars burn out.""Charlotte was in the Warband that killed Ajax the Unconquered, Cáel. She fell on that ridge, looking down on Ishara's triumph over Ajax and her spirit took the news of that victory to the next life. She is a welcome exemplar to House Ska i. She will be remembered in the lists of the Security Detail, our Warrior Elite. Charlotte was my friend and I didn't wish her to die, but war is what we do. And she buried her enemies and saved our lives."Ska i was a j tunn and the Nordic goddess associated with bow-hunting, skiing, winter, and mountains. I had known her house. The SD didn't talk about their families much because of their devotion to the craft of war, so I had never known her mother was still alive, or that she had a daughter."She did much more than die, Cáel. She killed men so that when you finished with Ajax, none of them, left on that field, could avenge him," she added."I hadn't looked at it that way," I confessed. "I'd like to meet her family. You said she has a daughter. I didn't know.""You didn't need the distraction. We all knew you would have only done incredibly stupid things trying to keep us alive. If it helps, she is five and cried freely, deeply and long. Her mother is fifty-two and runs a freehold in Saskatchewan. She'll be around for a long time, trust me."Charlotte's mother had to be one tough D O B (daughter of a bitch) to see sixty. I did know she was the second of five daughters, with the middle one being in the Ska i House Guard."I am doing something for, well, for me, but for Charlotte too. Sakuniyas is leading seventeen House Isharans and two ladies from MI-6 in West Africa.""I'd heard about that," she smiled. "Charlotte's Fist." Four (the core of any war band) was a sacred number to the Amazons, as was five (the number of digits) so twenty was a classic warrior unit. It was also the number of the original houses. Normally these groups were referred to by their leader's name, but I wanted the Condotteiri to know they'd killed the wrong Amazon and Sakuniyas agreed to the naming convention.The Condos had sent Ajax to Hungary and Romania to kill me. Charlotte had died stopping them, but this was not a matter of revenge. This honored her and was a request for her to watch over those who sought inspiration from her when they went into battle. West-Central Africa was one of the three Amazon Homeland (Eastern Europe and Southern India being the other two) and was where the war was heating up.JIKIT (Joint International Khanate Interim Taskforce) became involved when the Condos and Coils of the Serpent (one of the 9 Assassin Clans) began killing local civilian and military leaders. The Condos did it to spread chaos for them to use as a smoke screen behind which they could hide the large numbers of mercenaries in the area hunting down the Amazons. The Coils attacked any official that was on the Condo's payroll.As the body count began to rise, the US and UK began having 'normal' covert agencies investigate the killings, yet they remained blind to the reasons behind the actions. It wasn't until a whole Condo 'training camp' ended up being extinguished that they realized there was a third player in the game (as opposed to the governments and the rogue mercenaries).The Coils of the Serpent were one step ahead of the intelligence agencies. And that allowed the Amazons to hunt down the Condos. We in JIKIT had estimated it was roughly 15,000 Condotteiri foot soldiers (consisting of mercs, local paramilitaries and the occasional regular army commander) versus the roughly 3000 Amazons and 1000 members of the 9 Clans. The Golden Mare was asking for Havenstone and the Freeholds in North and South America to raise up 'fists' to join the struggle in Africa. In Belize they would be trained for two months to ten weeks in jungle warfare before heading over."Are your people going to be ready?" Rachel inquired."We have done well in Japan," I replied. "The former 'Runners' actually do better moving through urbanized society than their Old School Amazon sisters.""I heard they are more prone to taking orders from the Ninja," she looked me in the eyes."I told them to. This is the Ninja's war and we serve them best by doing what we do best ~ taking the fight to the Seven Pillars when they expose themselves," I clarified. "And you got me off talking about Charlotte," I realized a second later."A long period of mourning is not our way, Cáel," she confided. "You were our friend, but you were our mission first and foremost. That hasn't changed.""Are you going to," I began to say 'remain my bodyguard'."Yes. I have a dozen House Guard members expressing a desire to join the Security Detail and be our new electronics expert. Eight of those I'm giving serious consideration to.""The other four?" I asked."Three are too young and are too interested in you for my taste. One is too old and a rather odd individual.""I like odd.""I will reconsider her then," she allowed."Are you saying that to make me happy?""No," Rachel grinned. "I admire your instincts. Do you know how soon you will be needing us?""I'm going to stay in town until the Great Hunt. After my stupendous victory, I'll see if I can get to Brazil, so mid-September.""It will take longer to integrate a member ~ the last week of November," she bargained. I really wasn't in the mood to argue. I was too much the boy who was glad to see his primary guardian standing before him. Pamela was by far the most loving and lethal one of the pack. Rachel was my rock. She kept me alive and I helped give her something to live for, even if it was a flawed 'me'."And Wakko, you don't need to give me a piece of your soul to replace Charlotte. What is hers is hers and what is ours is ours. I'll always miss her and I'm okay with that. She was a good friend and a proud compatriot and I loved her. I never had any sisters of the flesh. Mona, Tiger Lily and Charlotte have been the only real family I've had. I will find another sister and I can now accept that.""Is it alright if I still miss her?" I pondered."Of course, Ishara. Will you still be capable of taking my orders when required?""Yes. If I started ignoring your advice, I wouldn't have been worthy of leading someone like Charlotte into battle. I can honor her by letting you do your job.""Thank you. I still worry about you trying to save everyone, but now I'll worry a little less," she confessed."I still plan to do crazy stuff, hey, do you have a daughter?""No.""Want one?""I'm in the final drawing of lots for the Great Hunt," she smiled once more."You could just ask.""My way is more fun. This way I'll be sure you'll obey," she let her eyes sparkle with a mirthful fire."Don't think I'll go easy on you. I plan to win," I pledged."Of course not. Why would you change now?""I'd rather you bust my balls than mock me?" I pouted. "Instead of spending a moving moment, you are cheering me up.""It is my job to look after you, even now," she stroked my neck affectionately."Especially now," I added as I hit the elevator button."Let's catch up with the others. I need to tell Meridian that she's back in the running.""Oh, that is fortunate," I grinned. "Oh, we'll start our mission to Brazil on Thursday, February 12th.""Is there a significance of that date?"I laughed. I put an arm around her shoulder as the doors opened. There were two others Havenstone ladies onboard."Carnival in Rio de Janeiro!" I exulted. "Half a million tourists a day. Two million Brazilians. Everyone wears a mask. What's not to love?""You are so fortunate you waited until you had witnesses around," Rachel groused."Desiree says it's bad for my prestige to be beaten in public," I chortled. "I'm glad you agree.""Maybe we can spar on the mats today when you get off work?""Oh, I'd like to see that," one of the other Amazons remarked. "Weapons or hand-to-hand?""I'll let him use a weapon. I'll use my hands. I want him to think he has a chance," Rachel declared. My arm was still around her shoulder, so I knew she wasn't really pissed."Didn't you kill Ajax?" the other one noted."He tripped over his shoelaces and impaled himself on his own sword," I sighed dramatically.Since the two women looked at one another, then to Rachel, I knew I'd told the lie well."Cáel had an ally shoot a grenade overhead, Ajax died in the confusion, so whatever blow killed him is irrelevant. Cáel beat Ajax with his mind before a single blow was landed. He made his foe fight his battle and that was how Wakko Ishara won," Rachel responded."Like an Amazon," the first one nodded."With balls," I added."An Amazon with balls? I guess you are, but I don't think the testes mattered in that you beat our foe in a matter your ancestors can be proud of," the second one said."Well said," Rachel nodded."Thank you," I shook her hand. "I'm Cáel Wakko Ishara aka Nyilas.""Oh, I'm Wynona of Allatu," she answered. She shook my hand, I ran a finger over her pulse and got her to blush slightly. Allatu was the Goddess of the Underworld in Canaanite mythology and one of the First Houses."Behave," Rachel whispered."Not likely," I whispered back."Did I say something wrong?" Wynona worried."No. Rachel is my moral guardian. So, do you want to go fishing, I mean swimming tomorrow after work, say 5:15?" I inquired."Sure," her smile broadened. "I excel in the water.""Good, maybe you can teach me a thing or two," I answered. The door opened at the lobby and there stood Desiree."Here," Rachel shoved me out the door. "Take him before he fishes himself into more trouble.""I understand," Desiree grumbled. "Come on fisherman. Financial Investigations is working late tonight and we need to pick up Italian food for twenty-two.""Lead and I shall follow," I proclaimed."Why do you call him the 'Fisherman'," Wynona asked Rachel."Fish, barrel, I'll explain it to you on the way to the garage," Rachel sighed. The doors shut and off we all went.{7:10 pm, Wednesday, August 27th ~ 12 Days to go}"Will you still be having dinner with us once you return back to JIKIT?" Europa asked as Lorraine passed me some Cajun rice."Every Monday and Wednesday night and on Fridays early," I grinned."We are going to be spending some time in Doebridge over the Labor Day weekend," Europa griped. "Do you want to come with us and save Aya from retelling her ordeal to yet another band of pre-Amazons?""Aya, do you want me to run interference for you?" I asked."No," she smiled. "I want you to train for the Great Hunt. Aunt Katrina says Elsa is virtually a guarantee to be one of the thirty.""Ugh," I groaned. "That's the cherry on the top of a rather bizarre day.""Was today bad?" Loraine asked."Let me see, for starters I got to use a variety of weird weapons for firearms practice. I had a feeling I was part of a round-robin, the way they rotated their assistance to me. In the elevator, I was with Brielle and her buddy when we had a security drill. The elevator cut off, but the air handler went into overdrive, dropping the temperature. After a quick democratic vote, I lost my shirt to an impromptu fire to stay warm, alive," I chuckled. "Then we cuddled together for warmth. I was about to lose my undershirt and pants when the alert ended.""Security alerts last less than fifteen minutes," Caitlyn noted. "I doubt you were in any danger of freezing to death.""Brielle was under the impression security alerts could last hours, despite my questionable knowledge otherwise from the handbook I'd read. Since she had the seniority, I thought she knew better.""So now you are shirtless," Europe smirked."I had a spare shirt stashed in Katrina's office, but I was required to change during the meeting because we were running late. Oh, and yesterday I forgot to feed some genetically superior white rats at one of our labs. Apparently they gnawed through their cages, broke out and now are in the Manhattan underworld, plotting a rodent rebellion," I related."Oh, that was my idea," Loraine perked up."Do you sit around the table with Katrina thinking up this kind of crap!" I protested."Occasionally," Caitlyn admitted. "Most of those are pure Katrina though.""Glad to know my misery is a family bonding experience.""You should be glad to know we care about you," Europa beamed."Yeah, I'll remember that and once you are casted I'm going to absolutely abuse my authority in some serious payback," I faux-glared at her."I promise you we will make it fun," Aya pledged."You would betray your own sisters?" Caitlyn questioned."Sisters are sisters, Mother, but boon companions are for life," Aya countered."That's cool, Mom," Europa snorted. "We'll always be taller than Aya, and faster.""Only more proof she'll be smarter," Caitlyn shook her head. "So Cáel what happened next?""What makes you think the rest of my day wasn't mundane and boring?""According to Katrina, you are the best stress reliever at Havenstone since they put in the Jacuzzis. With it being open season on you today, I figured your day was one misadventure after another," Caitlyn smiled warmly."Fine, I had to go to Financial Investigations to discuss my expense account in Europe.""That doesn't sound all that exciting," Loraine said."We were in the pool swimming in the classic Amazon style, I swear, sometime I think I should go to work wearing nothing but a trench coat and a smile," I grouched."Did you make any babies?" Aya chirped."No, I can't have that kind of fun with any employees for another twelve more days. Anyway, they were quite cross with me not using their services and let me know for an hour and, thirty-six minutes. After that I had to get a reference physical.""You are as healthy as a horse," Europa neighed."Funny Epona," I sniffed indignantly. "You are a load of laughs, filly. After I had been turned into a prune they made me undress again. There was some nonsense about all the combat I had been in had made me shorter and given me muscle constriction.""That is a good one," Aya nodded. "I'm glad they were being as creative as you are, Atta.""Who is to say that I'm not being the creative one here?" I winked at her."Were your muscles 'constricted'?" Loraine snickered. Europa gave her a thumbs up for joining on the fun."Nope, all my reflexes are in working order and I can still salute on demand," I smiled. "Which was good because after that, I worked through lunch with Acquisitions discussing Khanate plans for Siberia." There was a pause."What was so horrid about that?" Loraine inquired, as if I had been tortured up until that point."We had to do the whole three hour routine on the practice mats. I was pinned grappled and I had something that was strangely reminiscent of a titty-snuggle. I mean, all that skin-tight clothing, close contact and sweaty bodies was murder on my concentration," I confessed."We aren't going to be investing in Siberia, are we?" Aya winked at me."I don't know. I spent three hours saying "I don't know" and "I haven't a clue.""You are good at that," Europa jibed. I flicked a pea at her, bouncing it off her chin. She was getting ready for a spaghetti & meatball counterattack when Caitlyn's cough brought her up short."He is the Head of House Ishara. He can act that way. You are Epona and we are better behaved."Europa stuck her tongue at me, I returned the gesture and this time Caitlyn's cough was aimed at me. She followed that up by rubbing her foot along my shin. I smiled at her, then caught Aya smiling at the both of us. Then I recalled Aya had set the table, damn it."I'll get us dessert," Aya beamed happiness my way. I was thinking about dessert alright, damn that girl.{Rhada Revisited}"I'm home gang," I exhaled. "Ready to go out?" and was promptly shot with a Nerf gun. "What did I do this time?"Timothy and Odette were getting off the sofa. Odette was taking aim while Timothy left his single-shot where he'd been sitting."We are going out. You are not," Timothy grinned. "You have company in the bedroom.""Man, I was looking forward to," then Odette shot me in the stomach with her six shot nerf repeater."You have company," Odette emphasized the 'company' part. To me this implied someone who I couldn't seduce with a few words, maybe get busy for half an hour then go out partying. That could only mean,I opened my door and there lay Rhada, completely naked, hogtied and bound. She had even been gagged. Her look of hate and loathing turned to, something else; part fear and part heartsick yearning. Could Timothy and Odette, really just Timothy, I loved Odette but she had the combat skills of a Tribble. Could Timothy defeat Rhada so thoroughly that she could be so bound?Not likely. I'd been neglecting her, What with being kidnapped, running off to Europe and generally doing my job, I'd neglected her well-defined physique, olive skin and athletic curves. I'd been a fool for letting her waste away while I'd been 'not' earning a paycheck. Hell, I was working too much. I'd played around in college and still managed to graduate with good grades, and it wasn't like I had been hired for my brains."Oh, I've been missing this," I relished her helplessness while rubbing my palms together."Mumph," Rhada protested. It was hard for her to move her body. Her legs were bound above the knee to her shins while her ankles were lashed together and then to the top of her thighs.Her elbows and wrists were tied behind her back, wrists to wrist. The ropes securing her arms crisscrossed above and below her breasts and looped around her neck. She looked tightly secured. A bit too secured. I couldn't see how to un-hog-tie her."Don't you dare go anywhere," I warned Rhada then backed out of the room hurriedly."I suggested the ass plug!" Odette smiled as I turned around. I'd missed that given the shapeliness of her buttock,"I color-coded the ends of the ropes for you. Pull the yellow, then green and then pink and she'll come undone just fine. I put some ointment by the bedside for after. It will help numb the burn and promotes healing without scarring," Timothy patted me on the shoulder. "Now that you've b

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Life can be unsettling. However, fretting or worrying about all of the stresses in life doesn't get us anywhere. In fact, as Psalm 37 says, fretting only leads two our downfall. See how as Brett Andrews shares this devotional.00:00 - Introduction - Psalm 37:802:16 - Fretting makes things worse06:12 - Psalm 37:8b06:58 - Psalm 37:1, 3a, 509:35 - Psalm 37:413:13 - ConclusionShare your stories, prayer requests, or your response to this devotional in the comments below.If you would like to know more about New Life, who we are, what we believe, or when we meet, visit http://newlife.church. Or you can fill out a digital connection card at http://newlife.church/connect - we would love to get to know you better!

Life can be unsettling. However, fretting or worrying about all of the stresses in life doesn't get us anywhere. In fact, as Psalm 37 says, fretting only leads two our downfall. See how as Brett Andrews shares this devotional.00:00 - Introduction - Psalm 37:802:16 - Fretting makes things worse06:12 - Psalm 37:8b06:58 - Psalm 37:1, 3a, 509:35 - Psalm 37:413:13 - ConclusionShare your stories, prayer requests, or your response to this devotional in the comments below.If you would like to know more about New Life, who we are, what we believe, or when we meet, visit http://newlife.church. Or you can fill out a digital connection card at http://newlife.church/connect - we would love to get to know you better!

Fret not thyself because of evildoers,neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,and wither as the green herb.

Fretting over tomorrow's problems siphons the strength you need for today, leaving you anemic and weak. So when you can't...

Hello to you listening in Fredricton, NB, Canada!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for  Thoughts on Thursday and your host, Diane Wyzga.Maybe like me you have a robust imagination that works overtime to figure out all possible bridges that might be crossed in the future and how to cross them. The “what if” worries.And then I remember something mom used to say whenever I got to fretting about the not-yet-arrived tomorrow: “We will cross that bridge when we get to it.” Until tomorrow arrives there's no way to know what we'll be faced with and how to manage it.Meanwhile, our needless worrying sucks all the oxygen out of the joy, purpose, or wisdom of the present moment and piles on suffering like a bag of rocks on your back.Hear me when I say I recognize that these are mind-blowing times. We don't know what's what from one minute to the next.Practical Tip: Despite the current craziness we can practice loving kindness toward ourselves whenever our worries begin to run amuck. How? Repeat after me, “We will cross that bridge if and when we get to it.”You're always invited: “Come for the stories - stay for the magic!” Speaking of magic, would you subscribe and spread the word with a generous 5-star review and comment - it helps us all - and join us next time!Meanwhile, stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website to:✓ Check out Communication Services I Offer✓ For a no-obligation conversation about your communication challenges, get in touch with me today✓ Stay current with Diane on LinkedIn, as “Wyzga on Words” on Substack, and now Pandora RadioStories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicAll content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.

In an interesting alignment of timing, we had Central Bankers at the Fed, the bank of Canada and also the ECB who will turn up today talk about their latest monetary decisions. And whilst it is expected the ECB will cut again, and in Canada they cut rates and announced the end of QT, the … Continue reading "Central Bankers Start Fretting As Trump 2.0 Rolls On!"

Thursday, 23 January 2025   “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?' or ‘What shall we drink?' or ‘What shall we wear?' Matthew 6:31   “Therefore, not you shall be disquieted, saying, ‘What we shall eat?' or ‘What we shall drink?' or ‘What we shall don?'” (CG).   In the previous verse, Jesus spoke of how God enrobes man. Because of what He does, Jesus next says, “Therefore, not you shall be disquieted.”   God has ordained how things are. He has invested man with ability, and He has provided the earth with abundance. Taking these things together, man can feel confident that he has what he needs to have sufficiency. Fretting about what might be is pointless.   Those things that we cannot change are not going to change through anxiety attacks. Therefore, there should be no reason to get disquieted, and there is no reason for us to be “saying, ‘What we shall eat?' or ‘What we shall drink?' or ‘What we shall don?'”   This takes the reader right back to verse 6:25 –   “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?”   Rather than focusing on these earthly, temporary things, man should consider the Source and Giver of these things first. Having faith in His provision and how He has orchestrated things should be where our trust lies. The birds go out each day and find what they need. When they find it, they use what He has provided, a beak, for example, to obtain it.   Flowers are sown into the earth. They come up according to His plan and adorn it with beauty. The flower doesn't consider what is coming tomorrow. It simply exists as a beautiful adornment of the earth.   As God has placed man on the earth, based on how He has orchestrated everything else, surely He must have given man what he needs to exist as well. As we are a part of this ongoing cycle, we should accept that this is so, trust Him to continue to provide, and not fret about what lies ahead.   Life application: There are people all over the world. Man is found in the hottest, driest places, the most barren and cold areas, sweaty heated sauna-like places, along coasts, and in the mountains.   Wherever man has gone, someone in the traveling party has said, “This would be a great place to live!” And so, he settled in and became accustomed to the area and what it provides. Others said, “No way, Jose! I am moving on. Who would ever want to live here?” And so, onward he went until he found a place suitable to his desires.   From there, the earth was fully inhabited. But everywhere people have settled, they have adapted to the location because God set up the earth to give them what they need. Some things are more abundant in one place but lacking in another. However, the things that are necessary for man to survive have been found and exploited.   This is how God has provided and continues to provide. We adapt because God has given us the ability to do so. When a place is too inhospitable, man moves on. In this manner, the earth is filled with humanity.   As this is so, and as the one thing that is truly necessary but which is lacking except when it is brought into man's various places of dwelling, shouldn't we be willing to get it out to others. What is this thing? It is the gospel of Jesus found in the word of God.   Man exists around the globe because God has made it possible for him to do so. But man exists without salvation unless we are willing to share what God has done. Let us help turn the temporary existence of each man on earth into an eternal existence in the presence of God. May we be a part of filling this otherwise unfilled necessity.   Glorious God, You have provided life and abundance for us to dwell in Your presence. You have also provided the way that we can do so for all eternity. However, that way will not be available to others unless we are willing to make it happen. Help us, Lord, to share the message of Jesus to those who so desperately need it. Amen.

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Hey there BCU Family! Do you find yourself rushing through your life? Fretting about certain days and wanting them to be over? Me too. Let's talk about that. After you finish listening, please head over to the comments section at http://BlenCouragesU.com so we can continue our conversation! Thanks again everyone and God bless you! Yours in faithful service, Blen

Hello, media consumers! Bryan and Joel open up with J-School, during which Bryan recaps a few things he and David discussed on Monday (1:09). Then they discuss the following headlines: What kind of year did ESPN have (14:11) Does anyone want to edit the Washington Post (27:38) LA Times' publisher talks about shaking up the organization (34:40) Trump is still suing publications (42:45) Fretting over NBA ratings (48:20) Hosts: Bryan Curtis and Joel Anderson Producer: Brian H. Waters Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Avoid fretting trust God emerged as the central theme of this profound examination of Psalm 37:1-3. The passage addresses believers' natural tendency to fret over the prosperity of evildoers. Instead of anger or envy, Scripture commands trust in God's timing and justice. Like grass that quickly withers, the wicked's success is temporary. The faithful are called to cultivate righteousness and trust God's sovereign plan. ★ Support this podcast ★

GOOD EVENING: The show begins in the markets, fretting the return of inflation... 1910 Financials nYC CBS EYE ON THE WORLD WITH JOHN BATCHELOR FIRST HOUR 9:00-9:15 #MRMARKET: Inflation remains untamed. Liz Peek, The Hill, Fox News 9:15-9:30 #MRMARKET: The ad hominem failure. Liz Peek, The Hill, Fox News 9:30-9:45 #BERLIN: The coalition collapses. Judy Dempsey, Carnegie Endowment for International Peace, Editor-in-Chief: Strategic Europe, in Berlin 9:45-10:00 #BERLIN: Trump and the weakened EU. Judy Dempsey, Carnegie Endowment for International Peace, Editor-in-Chief: Strategic Europe, in Berlin SECOND HOUR 10:00-10:15 #LONDON: The economists fail 2024. Joseph Sternberg, WSJ 10:15-10:30 #LONDON: Starmer and Trump and the special relationship 10:30-10:45 #ISRAEL: Rebuilding Gaza and Hamas will take 10 years. Jonathan Schanzer, FDD 10:45-11:00 #IRAN: Defense Minister Katz aims at Iran. Jonathan Schanzer, FDD THIRD HOUR 11:00-11:15 #PRC: Xi Jinping the disdained figurehead. Gregory Copley, Defense & Foreign Affairs 11:15-11:30 #ISRAEL: Will Netanyahu end the mullah regime? Gregory Copley, Defense & Foreign Affairs 11:30-11:45 #RUSSIA: After Ukraine, seeking to rejoin Europe. Gregory Copley, Defense & Foreign Affairs 11:45-12:00 #KING CHARLES REPORT: Naming the new Archbishop of Canterbury. Gregory Copley, Defense & Foreign Affairs FOURTH HOUR 12:00-12:15 #PHILIPPINES: PLA threatens the South China Sea. James Fanell, co-author of "Embracing Communist China: America's Greatest Strategic Failure" and government fellow at the Geneva Centre for Security Policy, @GordonGChang, Gatestone, Newsweek, The Hill 12:15-12:30 #PRC: Stimulus inadequate. Anne Stevenson-Yang, author of "Wild Ride: China's Short-Lived Experiment in Capitalism," @GordonGChang, Gatestone, Newsweek, The Hill 12:30-12:45 #JAPAN: Ishiba succeeds. Lance Gatling, principal of Nexial Research based in Tokyo 12:45-1:00 #PRC: 100,000 students on bicycles overnight. Charles Burton, senior fellow at Sinopsis, @GordonGChang, Gatestone, Newsweek, The Hill

Fretting and fear lie to us about our God. They say that our suffering is evidence that God is against us. In this context the command to, "Delight yourself in the Lord" seems like an impossible ask because you will never delight in God if you don't believe he is for you! Instead, you will fear and fret. But the good news of the gospel is that God is for you in Jesus Christ, and he is totally committed to your everlasting joy and peace.  

Up for discussion this week is what's been described as "the most violent austerity plan France has ever seen." We find out just how painful the new budget will be for people in France.And apart from the budget, there's a planned new immigration bill that could also spell bad news for foreigners in France. We find out more.And did you know around 150 movies and TV series are filmed in Paris each year? We explain why the film industry means big business in the French capital.We run through the many different types of parties you can get invited to in France from a dining aperitif to the burial of a young girl's life.We also explain why doliprane - that's French paracetamol - is giving many in France a huge headache right now.Host Ben McPartland is joined by The Local France's editor Emma Pearson and politics expert John Lichfield.Extra reading:How will France's 'tough' 2025 budget affect you?French unions call strike over Doliprane firm saleTeachers in France threaten strikes until March over budget cutsHow could (another) new immigration law affect foreigners in France?Why is Paris a world leader for film and TV?Apéro to bal: Explaining the different types of parties in France Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This guided Christian meditation from Psalm 37 will strengthen you to change your fretting into faith as you remember that God will bring justice in his time and way. Get your FREE Do Not Be Afraid Guided Meditation Journal here. Let's talk about justice. Or, really, the lack of justice.   Evil seems to be winning. The underhanded always seem to get ahead. Injustices seem to go unanswered.   We fear God may never set things right.   But our faith says he will. Revelation 21 reminds us that a day is coming when all that is wrong will be made right. But until that day, we live in a world where the broken way seems to be advancing. Yet it is here, in this broken world, that Scripture exhorts us to lay aside our fears and trust God and his good plans. Psalm 37 is about laying aside our fretting and learning to wait well. I pray that as you meditate on this Psalm, your heart will be encouraged to turn your fears into trust. God has it under control. You do not need to be afraid.   You can follow along with a FREE printed guide for this meditation, and the entire Do Not Be Afraid series here.   Here are some additional helpful links: You can find out more about me, Jodie, at http://www.jodieniznik.com/ Follow me on Instagram @creatingspaceforgod Follow me on Facebook @JodieGNiznik Learn more about Scripture meditation and download a FREE Lectio Divina Scripture Meditation Journal here. Join my Monday email newsletter here, where I send links to the newest meditation every Monday morning. Find out more about my partner, Life Audio, at lifeaudio.com. Download FREE sample chapters from my Bible studies here.   The entire meditation text is as follows: Psalm 37:1-8, NET 1 Do not fret when wicked men seem to succeed! Do not envy evildoers! 2 For they will quickly dry up like grass, and wither away like plants. 3 Trust in the Lord and do what is right! Settle in the land and maintain your integrity! 4 Then you will take delight in the Lord, and he will answer your prayers. 5 Commit your future to the Lord! Trust in him, and he will act on your behalf. 6 He will vindicate you in broad daylight, and publicly defend your just cause. 7 Wait patiently for the Lord! Wait confidently for him! Do not fret over the apparent success of a sinner, a man who carries out wicked schemes! 8 Do not be angry and frustrated! Do not fret! That only leads to trouble! Discover more Christian podcasts at lifeaudio.com and inquire about advertising opportunities at lifeaudio.com/contact-us.

Anxious fretfulness is unnecessary, useless, and "heathenish."  The cure is a daily focus on seeking after the things of God.  He will provide for your needs. VF-1870 Matthew 6:33 Watch, Listen and Learn 24x7 at PastorMelissaScott.com Pastor Melissa Scott teaches from Faith Center in Glendale. Call 1-800-338-3030 24x7 to leave a message for Pastor Scott. You may make reservations to attend a live service, leave a prayer request or make a commitment. Pastor Scott appreciates messages and reads them often during live broadcasts. Follow @Pastor_Scott on Twitter and visit her official Facebook page @Pastor.M.Scott. Download Pastor Scott's "Understand the Bible" app for iPhone, iPad and iPod at the Apple App Store and for Android devices in the Google Store. Pastor Scott can also be seen 24x7 on Roku and Amazon Fire on the "Understand the Bible?" channel. ©2024 Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D., All Rights Reserved

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Have you come face to face with your weakness this week? Struggling with resentful thoughts? Fretting over work? Feeling forgotten? Sweating the finances? Is your marriage suffering? Are you in need of power because you sure are feeling those thorns (2 Corinthians 12)? Where do you turn? Jesus invites you to draw near! The SPACE of your weakness is often the PLACE where you find His power!

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It's Almost All-In August!Today, a look at the devastating truth in this statement: “What you're doing, you're getting better at.”Scriptures: Psalm 37, Psalm 46, Psalm 126Are you with us? Send a voicemail and let us know who you are, where you live, and that you're All-In!Books: All In, by Mark Batterson, Fully Alive by Susie LarsonTheme verse: Psalm 37:4Follow me @drleewarren on Instagram for daily inspiration. Leave a voicemail with your question or comment!Five Ways You Can Support this show:Pray for us!Subscribe, like, and share it with your friends! (We even have a YouTube channel!)Leave reviews and comments wherever you listen to podcasts!You can become a paid partner of the podcast and get special bonus episodes and lots more content by clicking here. Visit one of our affiliate partners and consider using their products (we use them every day):Improve your gut health, support your immune system, and protect your brain with Pique!Other Helpful Links:Click here to access the Hope Is the First Dose playlist of hopeful, healing songs!Be sure to check out my new book, Hope Is the First Dose!Here's a free 5-day Bible study on YouVersion/BibleApp based on my new book!Sign up for my weekly Self-Brain Surgery Newsletter here!All recent episodes with transcripts are available here! (00:00) - Introduction (02:14) - Preparation for Going Pro (04:00) - All In August 2024 Launch (04:40) - The Concept of Fretting (09:21) - Do Not Worry (14:21) - Fretting Leads to Evil (17:21) - Sowing Seeds with Tears (21:33) - Moving from Sorrow to Harvesting (24:49) - The Call to Be Still (29:36) - Changing Your Mind, Changing Your Life

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Psalm 37 What happens when you find yourself in a world where God's people are suffering and the wicked are thriving?  Fret Not! Instead of Fretting... 1. Determine where your confidence lives. (v.3a) Consider:             - The Record of His Faithfulness             - The Future of His Faithfulness Placing our confidence in the LORD looks like… Committing our way to Him (v.5) Being Still (v.7) Waiting on Him (v.9) 2. Dedicate yourself to doing good. (3b) 3. Delight yourself in all that who God is. (v.4) Oftentimes, the Lord doesn't rescue you from evil but instead He sits down beside you. The Lord's Supper is comfort food for the anxious and the angry.  

Imagine for a minute that you just won the most amazing sweepstakes ever. You saw this thing in a magazine, you submitted your entry online, and now these people are at your front door to tell you that you won and it's a big deal: You've been chosen for a two-week all-expense paid vacation to anywhere in the world you want to go: You get to stay in five-star hotels, eat at the best restaurants, drive extravagant cars; you get to pick out a whole new wardrobe of clothes that are tailored just for you, and you're given a three-million dollar gift card to spend anywhere you want.How's that sound?But here's the fine print: On each day of this vacation, every morning, you have to drink a potion that guarantees that you will feel discontent. It guarantees that although you get to do all of these things, with each thing you do you have an increasing, nagging dissatisfaction that makes you wish you were always doing something different. It's luxury galore for two weeks, but your inner-state is full-on discontentment — that's the ‘prize.' Do you still take it?This morning in Philippians 4 we're talking about Christian contentment. And when I use the word “contentment” I mean a state of happiness or satisfaction — that's what the word contentment means. And when I say Christian contentment, I mean that there's a Christian way to experience a state of everlasting happiness and satisfaction.That's the focus of Philippians 4, verses 11–13, and I believe there's something here in this passage that if we understand it and practice it, it will absolutely change our lives. This is one of those passages that grabs you by the shoulders and says: Hey, you've been thinking about this all wrong. There's another way to live that's deeper and richer.And so my prayer for us this morning is that God would give us ears to hear. In this passage, I think we discover three truths about Christian contentment and I want to show them to you, and before we get started, let's pray and ask God to help us. Father in heaven, by your Holy Spirit, would you humble our hearts now to receive what you have for us in your word. In this moment, by your grace, we open our lives to you and ask for you to accomplish your will, in Jesus's name, amen. Three truths about Christian contentment … here's the first …1) Christian contentment is a secret to be learned.Paul uses the word “secret” in verse 11, but first let me show you how we get there. Verses 11–13, which is our focus today, is really a detour from the main idea that Paul starts in verse 10. Verse 10 has to do with this church's financial support of Paul. Paul says, verse 10, “I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at length you have revived your concern for me.” So this church has partnered with Paul for the advance of the gospel. They've supported him and his work, and Paul rejoices in the Lord in view of that. He continues this thought in verse 10 in verse 14 — and that's what we're gonna look at next week — but before Paul gets to verse 14, he needs to clarify something.Paul's Clarification and DetourPaul rejoices in the Lord not because his needs have been met, but it's because he values the Philippians' friendship and partnership, and ultimately their partnership with Paul means that they will be blessed. Paul talks about that in verse 17. But the thing he wants to make clear in verse 11 is how he views this topic of needs. His needs being met is not the cause of his rejoicing. That's what he means when he says in verse 11: “Not that I am speaking of being need.” He wants this church to know that his needs are not his main concern, and the reason his needs are not his main concern is in the second half of verse 11: “for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” And then he goes on this detour. Now Paul is gonna talk about that. The second half of verse 11 is the big sentence in this passage. I'm gonna read it again because I wanna make sure everybody sees it. If you're a highlighter person, make this sentence glow. Everybody look at this, second half of verse 11:“for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.”Then the next verse, verse 12, just explains that sentence. Paul says, This is what I mean — “I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance [which is another way to say “whatever situation”], I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need.”In all of these different scenarios, Paul has learned to be content, which he says here is learning a secret. Christian contentment is a secret to be learned.And I want to start with this idea of a secret because it implies two things … if Christian contentment is a secret to be learned then …1) Not every Christian has learned it yet. In other words, contentment is not part of the original equipment of conversion. Now there is a ton of amazing things that happen to us immediately when we trust in Jesus. When we put our faith in Jesus, right then and there … all our sins are forgiven; we are declared righteous; we are adopted into God's family; we are indwelled with the Holy Spirit; we are secured a home in heaven! — it's glorious what happens when you put your faith in Jesus! … but learning contentment is not part of that immediate package. This is something that comes later as part of Christian growth and maturity. You have to learn it. Which means: not all of us have learned it yet …Which means … hmm … let's think about this … how do we know if we've learned it or not? What might a Christian look like if they've not yet learned this secret of contentment?My guess is that they would be prone to worry — they would be right on the edge of anxiety with most things; they're quick to envision how badly things could go; which means they fret. Fretting is natural for them. And complaining is too. It's easy for them to find what's ‘off' with everything — winter's too cold and summer's too hot. The airline could always do better; the meal is always missing something. Nothing is ever exactly right, and nothing is ever quite enough. Every time they get home and they see an Amazon package at their front door, deep down they're thinking, “Maybe this is enough” — but it's not. There will be another package the next day, and then the next day and the next day. (That's what it means when you see all the delivery trucks on your street. It's just people looking for enough.) Christians who've not yet learned the secret of contentment are always looking for the next thing … the next post to see, the next app to download, the next doo-hickey to get — you gotta stay up on what's going on … so you're just always chasing.And I need to be clear about something here: when I say that not all of us have learned the secret, I'm including myself in that. This is probably true in every sermon, but I definitely feel that in this sermon that I'm preaching over my head. And the more I've thought about this, I'm not sure that any of us American Christians know the secret Paul is talking about here. I think most of us are all in the same boat here. This topic of Christian contentment is one we need help in. There's a country song you've probably not heard before, but I think it resonates. I heard this song years ago and it still haunts me. It goes like this:“We all want what we ain't got,Our favorite doors are always locked.On a higher hill with a taller top,We all want what we ain't got.We ain't happy where we are,There's greener grass in the neighbor's yard.A bigger house and a faster car,We ain't happy where we are.”We don't have much in common with John D. Rockefeller — he was one of the richest men in modern history and he was the first billionaire in America — but there's a famous story about him after he earned his first billion. A reporter asked him, “Mr. Rockefeller, how much is enough?” And he replied, “Just a little bit more.”We have that in common with him. That's how we tend to think too. Always chasing. We need to learn this secret.If Christian contentment is a secret to be learned, it implies (1) not every Christian has learned it yet; but also …2) It is possible to be learned.We're really on the brink of something here. And this is where I want us all to lean in and say, “Holy Spirit, teach me!” Paul is inviting us in on something, and not just Paul, but the topic of Christian contentment also has a special place within our own theological heritage. I think Christian contentment is the application of Christian hedonism. And going back 400 years ago, the 17th-century English Puritans cared a lot about contentment and they wrote master-class books on it. And more recently, my old pastor at First Baptist Church in Durham, North Carolina, Andy Davis, he has written a book called The Power of Christian Contentment. And in this book he just takes the Puritan cookie jar and brings it down to the bottom shelf. (I want to mention Pastor Davis because I got a lot from his book, which is like a commentary on Philippians 4.)We can learn the secret of contentment by together standing on the shoulders of others who have learned it. It's possible. Christian contentment is a secret to be learned — we've not all learned it yet, but it's possible!Here's the second truth …2) Christian contentment comes from Christ-sufficiency.Now before we're finished here, I want to give you a definition for Christian contentment, but we need to get there by focusing on Paul's language in verse 11. Look again at that big sentence again: “I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.”A Fascinating WordThat word “content” (autarkēs) is pretty fascinating. It's not a word from the Old Testament, but it's actually a word from Greek philosophy. The word means literally “self-sufficiency.” And this self-sufficiency was a main teaching in an old philosophy known as Stoicism (we talked a little about Stoicism a couple of weeks ago in connection to verse 6). Stoicism was super popular in Paul's day, within the Greco-Roman world, and in verse 11, that exact word that Paul uses for “content” (or self-sufficiency), was used over and over again in the Stoic writings of this time. Apparently the Stoic philosopher Seneca loved this word. And it will make sense to you why.And in a nutshell, what Seneca and these Stoic writings taught was that “whatever happens to you in life, you accept it with no emotional reaction.” You get what you get and your virtue is your ability to be unaffected by the outside world.And that's basically how we use the word “stoic” today as an adjective. If somebody seems indifferent or apathetic or non-emotional, we say they're being stoic. Sometimes we wish our younger kids were a little more stoic at the dinner table … At our house, at dinner, we've got a little thing we say after we serve the kids their food. We say: You get what you get and don't have a fit. It's a no meltdowns rule.And that might make sense when it comes to kids and dinnertime, but Stoicism as a full-blown philosophy for life is dangerous because it says you don't have emotions because you don't have needs. You don't need anything from anybody because you've got all you need right here in yourself. You, in and of yourself, are untouchable by things outside of you. You are self-sufficient.That's the word that Paul uses — now, is that what Paul means?Not at all. Get this: Paul knows he can't do anything apart from Jesus. So, when Paul is using this word he's messin' with them! He's taking this word from Greek philosophy that means self-sufficiency and he uses it to explain his Christ-sufficiency. Track with me here:Not Funds, Freedom, or FoodWe know that Paul was not anti-emotion or anti-need. He's open about both of them and he talks about them in this letter! When it comes to emotion, remember Paul said in Chapter 2 that if Epaphroditus had died he would have had “sorrow upon sorrow” (2:27). He would be affected.And as for his needs, that's part of the whole reason he wrote this letter to begin with. This church is a ministry partner. Epaphroditus had brought him a gift from this church. They met his needs. But see Paul wants this church to know that his needs being met — which he's grateful for (he says that) — but his needs being met are not his ultimate aim. Paul has Christ-sufficiency, which means all he truly needs is Jesus … not funds or freedom or food. Those things are not ultimately necessary for him. But wait a minute? Wait a minute!Without those those things — without funds, freedom, food… air, water, and nutrients — without those things, Paul would die! So let's be honest here. Really, Paul?! You're talking about this Christ-sufficiency. You say all you need is Christ — but what about oxygen, Paul? You need oxygen!Do you?Well yeah, I guess you need oxygen to stay alive on this earth … but see this is where Paul has learned something …He's thought about this before because death has been a real possibility for him. He's been imprisoned before — he's had countless beatings, often near death. Five times he received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one. Three times he was beaten by rods. Once he was stoned. Three times he was shipwrecked, a night and a day adrift at sea, floating on a piece of wood in the ocean; he had seen danger everywhere, through many sleepless nights, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure. So what if he didn't have oxygen? He would die. But what if he died?He's already addressed this — to die is to depart and be with Christ, and that is far better (1:23). See, death meant gain for him (1:21). Why? This is where we are getting to the key to this book, and to how the apostle Paul saw everything.All You Truly NeedPaul staying alive on this earth was not his goal. See, if staying alive here was what Paul was all about, then yes, he needs oxygen. And food and water and — yes, he needs other things besides Christ. If staying alive on earth is his objective. But if Paul's goal is everlasting joy in Christ, what does he need for that? All you need for everlasting joy in Christ is Christ! That's why Paul can say “Rejoice in the Lord always” — it's because all we need for joy in the Lord is the Lord.Look, there's not a creature or condition or situation on earth that Paul absolutely needs in order to be happy in Jesus. All he absolutely needs to be happy in Jesus is Jesus. That's the secret of Christian contentment. It is Christ-sufficiency!The secret of Christian contentment is learning that for what really matters — which is not staying alive here, but what really matters, your everlasting joy in Jesus — all you need for that is Jesus.That's the ‘rare jewel' behind everything Paul says in this letter. That's what Paul means when he says: “I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” Christ-sufficiency. What I really want is joy in Jesus, and what I need for joy in Jesus is Jesus, and I have him. This is the way church! This is the way to Christian contentment.But how do we apply this in the throes of life? We get there in the third truth …3) Christ-sufficiency comes through Christ strengthening me. Paul, it's amazing what you're saying here, but I need help, man! How does this work in the details of our everyday existence? What about when things are going crazy? Is it ever okay to be unhappy about something, or to experience negative emotions, or to wish things were different? Of course it's okay to feel those things, and this is where a definition comes in handy. Christian contentment is meant to be practiced. Remember verse 9: what we've learned and received and heard and seen in Paul, we're supposed to live that out. So when we think about Christian contentment in our daily lives, this is what it means. A Definition for EverydayHere's the definition:Christian contentment is a presence of heart that delights in Jesus's plans for us and humbly seeks him to direct us in them. What we most want is Jesus, but that's not always on the front of our minds in this world. Because we have all kinds of other stuff going on. One study I've seen says that the average person has over 70,000 thoughts a day — and I believe it. And let me just tell you, not all of those 70,000 thoughts are: “Jesus is my greatest treasure.”Sometimes those thoughts are: I wanna good parking space, I wanna eat lunch, I want to buy a house, I don't want my basement to flood, I don't want my child to be sick, I don't want my wife to die.70,000 things we think about — some are really important, and all of them connected to things we need, but see, Christian contentment is like an anchor in the midst of those 70,000 things, and when the details are not what we want, we come back to his sufficiency, and we say “Jesus, I have you, help me in this. You have a plan.” A presence of heart that delights in Jesus's plans for us and humbly seeks him to direct us in them.Jesus Who Is Strengthening MeAnd the more we learn the secret, the easier it becomes to get there: “Jesus, I have you, help me in this.” I can do all things through you who strengthens me — who is strengthening me. That's a present-active verb in verse 13. This is a continual, active strength coming to us from Jesus …Whether it's plenty or hunger, abundance or need, my favorite meal with my friends or hunger pains alone in a Roman prison, whether it's a home-run or a strike-out, I can do all things … I can get through anything … because Jesus is strengthening me. His sufficiency in my life comes from his strength. Everlasting joy in him is what we most want, it's him we have.So what if you had another offer. There's the two-weeks vacation sweepstakes offer, but then there's an alternative offer …And for this one, you're going to walk through a painful trial of suffering. You're going to be publicly humiliated; you're going to be thrown into prison; you will be deprived basic needs — you will be hungry and thirsty and extremely uncomfortable, but here's the catch: in the midst of the hardship you will experience a supernatural contentment through the nearness of Jesus that you can hardly imagine. He will be so real to you, so close to you, so sufficient for you, that you will look back at the hardship as one of the sweetest times in your life.Would you take this offer?Church, we're growing. We're getting there.It's true: we can do all things through him who is strengthening us.And that's what brings us to the Table.The TableMy guess is that if you're here this morning and you're not a Christian, this doesn't make any sense to you. That's okay. But I'd love to talk to you about it. The heart of the gospel is to have fellowship with God. That's why God created us, but our sin has broken that fellowship, and as hard as we might try to get back to God, we can't. That's why Jesus came. He came to die for our sins, in our place, so that through faith in him we can be forgiven and restored to fellowship with God. That can happen for you right now if you say to Jesus: I am done trusting in me, I trust in you. I would love to talk with you more about this. I'll be right up here after the service. Come up, let's talk.For those of us who have trusted in Jesus, we have fellowship with God and we're on a journey to eternal joy in God, and church, Jesus is enough for us. So let's come to this Table and worship him.

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GOOD EVENING: The show begins in Kyiv fretting about recruits; then to Gaza and the next offensive. To Iran for the missile arsenal, to Washington and the TikTok vote, to Imperial China and to Maoist China. To Delhi for the Modi campaign, to France for the flooding. To Boeng and Starliner delays. To the surface of the sun.  Finally Haiti, Venezuela, Argnetina and Panama al in distress. 1866 Panama

Good Evening: The show begins in Wall Street fretting about inflation and rates.  To Berlin and the worry over Macron. To Kyiv in retreat. To Gaza in peril.  London, Parliament, Gaza, Lebanon, TikTok, Haiti.  To the North South corridor from India to Scandinavia. To the shrining armenia. To King Charles and the Commonwealth Day message.  1917 George V and Queen Mary

TONIGHT: The show begins on Wall Street fretting the Fed promise to cut rates in2024.  Four times? Three?kr,  When? By May?  Then to the two major parties fretting the candidates. To Berlin, to Brussels, to Kyiv and Gaza.To Estonia where the Kremlin threatens to arrest the PM. To DC where Ukraine aid is denied. To Fiji and Fax Oceania. To Buckingham  Palace to wave cheer to the King. 1900 London

The age old question: how much of getting published is just luck and how much of it is skill? "Rebel Author" Barry Lyga joins host Sheridan Sharp to talk about his 27-novel track record (and counting). Instead of getting distraught over the timing of it all, focus on what you CAN control on this episode of Am I Write? Podcast.About BarryCalled a "YA Rebel Author" by Kirkus, Barry Lyga has published 27 novels in a 17-year-career, running the gamut from award-winning literary novels like Bang and Boy Toy to thrillers like the New York Times bestselling I Hunt Killers to astonishing super-hero adventures such as the Flash and Thanos. His work has been translated into more than a dozen languages around the globe and he has been named a Kentucky Colonel by the Governor of Kentucky for his contribution to writing. His latest work is the duology EDITED/UNEDITED, a two-book dyad that has never been attempted before in publishing, releasing both the original unedited manuscript and the cut-down version the publisher wanted. He lives outside New York City with his wife, the novelist Morgan Baden and their children.ResourcesWebsite: barrylyga.comBluesky: @barrylyga.comMastodon: @barrylyga@mstdn.partyTikTok: @barrylygaTwitter (if you must): @barrylygaEDITEDUNEDITEDGeneration Wonder: The New Age of Heroes Skyjacked by Paul GriffinReplay by Ken GrimwoodPodcast: Writing in Real Life

Fretting over fibroids? Join Dr. Carrie Bedient from The Fertility Center of Las Vegas, Dr. Abby Eblen from Nashville Fertility Center and Dr. Susan Hudson from Texas Fertility Center as they explain how very common fibroids are, how they differ from polyps and why in many cases fibroids do not pose serious fertility problems. For those fibroids needing additional attention, the doctors discuss fibroid diagnostic techniques including ultrasounds and MRIs, why location matters mightily in deciding if fibroids need to be removed and if removal is needed what surgical options they do, and do not, recommend. Have questions about infertility?  Visit FertilityDocsUncensored.com to ask our docs. Selected questions will be answered anonymously in future episodes.Today's episode is brought to you by Progyny and Cicero Diagnostics.

On This Week at Charlestown Road, Jason and Roger revisit Sunday morning's sermon – Feed on Faithfulness – digging deeper into what it means to “feed,” why we often “fret,” and the difference faithfulness makes.

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You're a straight man who was sexually assaulted by another man when you were just 21 years old, and it's haunted you ever since. Additionally, you bear the burden alone because you've never been able to tell your wife about this traumatic experience. What can you do to make this right after all this time? We'll try to help find an answer to this and more here on Feedback Friday! And in case you didn't already know it, Jordan Harbinger (@JordanHarbinger) and Gabriel Mizrahi (@GabeMizrahi) banter and take your comments and questions for Feedback Friday right here every week! If you want us to answer your question, register your feedback, or tell your story on one of our upcoming weekly Feedback Friday episodes, drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com. Now let's dive in! Full show notes and resources can be found here: jordanharbinger.com/765 On This Week's Feedback Friday, We Discuss: As a straight man, you were sexually assaulted by another man at 21 and have never told your wife. The experience has been haunting you. What should you do? Written accuracy is a crucial part of your job, but you seem to make typos and mistakes no matter how hard you try. How can you improve your attention to detail while coping with the anxiety and insecurity that come with being criticized for your slip-ups? You work hard to secure your children's future, not so your in-laws can hobnob at the country club and drink wine they can't afford — so their failure to repay the $20,000 you loaned them is making you resentful. What do you do now? Is it worth reaching out to the "friends" who know about how your charming ex used to physically abuse you but went on vacation with him anyway? Or should you just write them all off and look for newer, better friends? You're a human resources management major who aspires to become a job recruiter. The irony: you can't seem to get yourself a job in spite of doing well in mock interviews. How do you get better at selling yourself to potential employers? Have any questions, comments, or stories you'd like to share with us? Drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com! Connect with Jordan on Twitter at @JordanHarbinger and Instagram at @jordanharbinger. Connect with Gabriel on Twitter at @GabeMizrahi. Sign up for Six-Minute Networking — our free networking and relationship development mini course — at jordanharbinger.com/course! Like this show? Please leave us a review here — even...