Podcasts about Madre

Abelardo de Armas, en esta meditación de «Contemplad a María», dice que solamente Dios ha tenido el privilegio de elegir a su Madre, y puesto Jesucristo a crearse una Madre, ha hecho maravillas en Ella. Por eso nosotros tenemos que poner a la Virgen en su lugar merecido, ya que Ella es el único camino para llegar a Cristo, como Cristo lo es para llegar al Padre.

Santi González comenta el indulto del Gobierno a María Sevilla y la justificación de Irene Montero para dárselo a una delincuente no arrepentida.

El menor quedó gravemente afectado tras los hechos de matoneo y no ha recibido apoyo por parte del distrito.

La Hna. Miriam Loveland, Sierva del Hogar de la Madre, en esta nueva edición de «Un legado por defender», continúa ahondando en el documento Dignitatis Humanae, sobre la libertad religiosa, centrándose en el tema de la libertad de coacción. ¿Qué significa, mirando a la sociedad, la libertad religiosa? ¿En qué consiste el papel del gobierno? ¿Cuáles son mis derechos como persona, como comunidad, como familia? Trataremos de dar respuesta a estas preguntas bajando a cosas muy concretas.

Todas las plantas son sagradas. Algunas son medicinales. Últimamente hemos escuchado mucho sobre el uso de estas plantas con fines a veces terapéuticos y a veces de viajes lúdicos. Hoy en a través de los ojos del vidente quiero desvelar para ti los mitos y las realidades, pero sobre todo el uso consciente de estos elementos que la Madre tierra nos da.

«A ti acudimos, intercesora y Madre...»

Nuestra pasión SI SE PUEDE COMBINAR con nuestras responsabilidades como padres, la Chef Yumira decidió emprender un negocio ONLINE para poder estar al pendiente de su familia, con dedicación y amor, logró posicionarse y hacer que su negocio siga funcionando. No te pierdas el episodio completo, agradecemos tu preferencia! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/chefs-latinos/support

P. Ricardo (Perú)-en la Iglesia conocemos a María Santísima a través de diversas advocaciones marianas, que nos son más cercanas, más queridas, y nos ayudan a tratar más la Madre de Dios, lo que nos llevará a tratar más a su hijo, Jesucristo, estando muy unidos a la cruz, con fe y confianza en Dios.

Practicas sexuales que nos gusta pero que nos avergüenza. A la hora del coloreo y la calentura, todos debemos mejorar y practicarlas sin tapujos para ser un maestro, sin importar el tamaño.Además y  hablando de coloreo con nuestra doctorcita, ¿Quién si y quién no debe usar lubricante? ¿Qué es lo mas gordo que te cae de la gente? Nuestros oyentes nos contaron de esos detalles molestos de la gente en sociedad.Madre de familia en calzones y dando de amamantar a su hijo, salió a defender la vida de una de sus mascotas y se convirtió en el video viral de la semana. 

EVENTO HISTÓRICO: Primer episodio del podcast que no leímos sus cuentos... (pero tranquilos, que valió la pena) . Pues nos visitó la única e inigualable Zoila Luna, con sus hijas Ámbar y Crystal, que nos dejaron con la boca abierta con todos los cuentos desde su infancia hasta hoy en día. No es por echar leña al fuego, pero esperamos que luego de este episodio, finalmente inviten a Zoila y a Crystal al Club de Las 4am. CUÉNTALE AL PODCAST: UNA VERGÜENZA QUE TE HIZO PASAR TU MAMÁ.... SHUELTE!ÚNETE A NUESTRA FAMILIA DE PATREON:www.patreon.com/cuentalealpodcast

P. Manuel Hoy celebramos la fiesta de María, Auxilio de los cristianos. En esta meditación recordamos el origen de esta advocación y contemplamos la actuación de nuestra Madre en las bodas de Caná como un modelo de su intercesión por nosotros.

Toma virgen pura..

INFORMACIÓN TALLER INTENSIVO VIVENCIAL EN TORDERA "REENCUENTRO CON TU NIÑ@ INTERIOR👉 https://yvonnelaborda.com/evento/taller-intensivo-vivencial-en-tordera-barcelona/ En el podcast de hoy Yvonne Laborda habla sobre distintos aspectos de la sexualidad infantil: - La sexualidad abarca mucho más que la parte genital - Relación entre transtornos alimenticios y sexualidad - Qué es lo normal y natural en el comportamiento de un niño cuando se trata de sexualidad - Como detectar si un niño ha sido abusado - ...Y por supuesto, como hablar de sexualidad con los niños de nuestra vida . Deseamos que el podcast de hoy te inspire y te ayude y te invitamos a dejar tus comentarios . ¿Hay algo que te preocupe especialmente en lo referente a la sexualidad infantil? . 💠 𝐄𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫: 𝑬𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 de las 4 raíces= https://yvonnelaborda.com/ebooks/eboo ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒. 💠 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐎: 👉Te dejamos el enlace del libro “Dar voz al niño” para que le eches un vistazo: https://yvonnelaborda.com/libro/ 💠 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒: Publicamos todos los días contenido muy interesante. - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yvonnelaborda/ - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/yvonnelaborda - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0ta82IAfz9hjthehL3lxCk ... - Podcast: https://www.ivoox.com/escuchar-audios ... - Newsletter: https://yvonnelaborda.com/servicios/ ... 💠 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐏Á𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐒 - Instituto Yvonne Laborda: https://www.institutoyvonnelaborda.com/ - Web de Yvonne Laborda: https://yvonnelaborda.com/ . 💠𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐒 𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 👉 SANAR LA HERIDA PRIMARIA: https://yvonnelaborda.com/sanar-herida-primaria/ ... 👉 FORMACIÓN EN CRIANZA CONSCIENTE Y EDUCACIÓN EMOCIONAL: https://yvonnelaborda.com/formacion-crianza-consciente-educacion-emocional/ ... 👉 CURSO LA HIJA QUE FUI LA MADRE QUE SOY: https://yvonnelaborda.com/lahijaquefuilamadrequesoy/ ... 👉 SERIE DE 3 TALLERES DE GESTIÓN EMOCIONAL: https://www.institutoyvonnelaborda.com/talleres-gestion-emocional/... 👉 SERIE DE 3 TALLERES SOBRE HOMESCHOOLING: https://www.institutoyvonnelaborda.com/talleres-home-unshcooling/... 👉 SERIE DE 3 TALLERES SOBRE LA PAREJA CONSCIENTE: https://www.institutoyvonnelaborda.com/talleres-pareja-consciente/... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀: 🕉️ Autora del Libro “Dar Voz al Niño” (Ed. Grijalbo) 🕉️ Terapeuta humanista: Su mensaje se centra en Dar Voz a los Niños revisando la influencia que nuestra propia infancia tiene en los adultos que devenimos. Su especialidad es Sanar al Niño Interior y la Relación con la Madre. 🕉️ Formadora y mentora en Crianza Consciente, Educación Emocional y Aprendizaje Autónomo no Dirigido. 🕉️ Madre de 3 adolescentes y vive con su gran amor y compañero de vida cerca de Barcelona. 🕉️ Actualmente, además de acompañar a familias también ofrece sus servicios para formar a profesionales y para ello ha creado junto a su equipo el Máster “Dar Voz al Niño” (Especialización profesional en Crianza Consciente y Emprendimiento desde el Alma)

¡Bendito sea Dios! Resumo brevemente esta homilía: «Consolad el Corazón de mi Madre». Viviendo nuestras tres misiones en el Hogar es la mejor manera de consolar el Corazón de la Virgen.

La morenica, Virgen de Guadalupe.

En esta meditación, Abelardo nos coloca a los pies de la cruz, junto a la Virgen. Nos habla de la tranquilidad que tuvo que experimentar la Dolorosa cuando José de Arimatea le ofreció ese sepulcro nuevo. De esto, concluye que así también nosotros tenemos que ofrecernos totalmente a la Virgen, pues aunque solo seamos miseria, Ella nos transforma.

#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t

En esta meditación, Abelardo de Armas nos habla de la gran suerte que tenemos, pues Jesús nos ha dado por madre a su Madre. Tenemos una intercesora poderosísima. Una Madre que junto a las llagas gloriosas de su Jesús, presenta al Padre su inmolación más plena. María nos ha acogido con todas nuestras miserias y pecados.

La Virgen de la cueva, refugio seguro, fuerza, consuelo. Me esperas, siempre, Madre.Que necesita mi corazón? Confiar, saberme elegido por ti, ser tu amigo. Me conoces y me amas Jesús, me lanzo a amar como tú, hasta la muerte#pascua#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t

Además de la educación y los buenos modales, los padres y madres debemos enseñarles a nuestros hijos estos ocho valores para que sean personas de bien.

Que alegría tan profunda! Jesús que te vas al cielo.Shalom! Mi paz os doy. No tengáis miedo. Qué te quita la paz?Y sopló, y les llenó del Espíritu Santo RuahAmaos, perdonaos.. gracias por la confesión. Regalazoo.Bella Pastora, Madre y mujer.#pascua#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t

P. Rafael (Venezuela)-En las letanías del rosario ponemos nuestro esfuerzo en llenar de piropos a nuestra Madre. ¿Te animarías a meditar uno nuevo, aunque sea por devoción privada? Te propongo una nueva letanía basada en las virtudes de María

El cuaderno de Chapu Apaolaza en La Brújula en el que escribe sobre el anteproyecto de la ley del aborto

La famosa extigrita, nos confiesa cómo fue enterarse de que sería la madre de Andrea Valentino después de haber casi renunciado a la idea de ser mamá. Hoy junto a su esposo Ender Thomas comparte la crianza de su primogénito y el proceso de ser padres de tiempo completo. Mira nuestro episodio completo en Patreon www.patreon.com/bajoestetecho Síguenos: http://instagram.com/lapasqualotto http://instagram.com/ralphkinnard Producción Ejecutiva: Alejandro Tremola http://instagram.com/aletremola Producción: Kem Medina http://instagram.com/kem_medina Agencia Digital: Weplash http://weplash.com Síguelos en sus redes: http://instagram.com/wplash http://twitter.com/weplash https://www.tiktok.com/@weplash?lang=en Grabado en los estudios de Gradvity http://instagram.com/gradvity

Abrimos el Consultorio de Elena Francino. Hoy debe dar respuesta a una hija preocupada con una madre imitadora de Chanel y de un adolescente agobiado por un padre cuarentón que quiere ser “su bro”

Abrimos el Consultorio de Elena Francino. Hoy debe dar respuesta a una hija preocupada con una madre imitadora de Chanel y de un adolescente agobiado por un padre cuarentón que quiere ser “su bro”

Abrimos el Consultorio de Elena Francino. Hoy debe dar respuesta a una hija preocupada con una madre imitadora de Chanel y de un adolescente agobiado por un padre cuarentón que quiere ser “su bro”

¿Qué sucedería si un día cualquiera, al volver a tu casa, las personas con las que convives hubieran desaparecido? Gente con la que has estado meses o años, de pronto se esfumara. Se volatilizara por arte de magia. Y lo peor… ¿Cómo reaccionarías si a la hora de buscarles, todo el mundo a tu alrededor jurara y perjurara que esas personas por las que preguntas tú no existen?Desapariciones inexplicables que parecen sacadas de una película. Totalmente surrealistas. Que quien las vive se llega a plantear seriamente si con quienes convivió existieron de verdad o no. Se comen la cabeza hasta tal punto que roza la locura… Son casos realmente aislados, pero no imposibles. Terribles situaciones que les han ocurrido a unos pocos y que en este capítulo de Terrores Nocturnos, os vamos a contar uno de los casos más impactantes en relación a las desapariciones.Muchísimas gracias a nuestros actores de doblaje que han participado en este capítulo:- PABLO DÍEZ @P1Dubber (Twitter) @diezpablo10 (Instagram)- JESÚS VALLE FERNÁNDEZ @dantestheim (Twitter) @jvallefernandez (Instagram)- NICOLE RODRÍGUEZ @lavozdenicki (Twitter) @tan_solo_nicki (Instagram)- LUISMA MCFLY @luiismamcfly (Instagram)Por supuesto gracias a todos nuestros mecenas ¡Sois los mejores! Camarzana1, José Manuel D. G., Consuelo, Raquel B., Laura D., Ramiro C., Samuel C., Ana C., ElSeptimoDios, Estefanía S., Clara R., Lara M., Claudia, Xavito B., Laura, Iván De Benito P., Marcos M. V., Naiara G. G., TorpeKun, Míriam Z., Sara S. C., María Jesús B., Eva V., Paloma del Soterraño S. M., Ferran B. L., Fernando F. M., José Antonio M. H., Patri J., Sandra S. C., Antonio A., Sara D., Beatriz G., Mónica M., Maxbiag, Carmen S. S., Raquel., Rocio B., Alejandro L. G., Sebastian Q., Lorena R. T., Nox21, Andréa E., Víctor I., Alba R., Diego G., Raul M. G., Klap K., Miguel Ángel S. G., Julia E. S., Jonathan L. G., Noelia M., Jose C., Jonathan A., David G. A., Virginia, Nardo1000, Diego C. A., Mayte S.M., Cynthia, Homero R. D. C., Rafael R., Desirée G. A., Miguel Ángel S., Andres C., Antonio S. M., Vero, Ana, Maria, Yaiza M. G., Piteas De Adunte, Manuel Jesús F. V., Ian T. A., Felix R. G., David Z., Jaime A. B., Natalia E. N., Pep V., Ana de Paz, Alejandro, Adrián A. C., Vicco S., Nico, Beatriz S., Pedro T., Juan Carlos V. P., Carla, Manuel G. C., Adrian, Ángel M. CRC., Moreyba S., Inés B. P., Patricia, Maciej Adrián R. A., Borja O. D. U., Pedro O. A., Daniela G., Blegoner P., Antonino D. M., Belén L. M., Andrea D., Robert, Marta G., Nonina, Cuervo Aqua, Tamara Celia M. B., Sara P., Alvaro M., María R. M., Maite Y., Raquel N., Susana G. B., Jorge, Hellnukk, Iris, Laisa M., Miriam S. G., David G. A., Vanesa, Alba S., Rut, Claudia A., Maria Merino P. D. R., Merce A., Sergio N., Maria Ignacia V., Laura S., Ezequiel Y., Jesus G., Alberto B. P., HumaDracobane, M Moar, Alvaro S. C., Andrea S. D., Aleix C., Regina G. M., Alejandra A., Alba, Erika T., Sandra A. L., Dahmm22, Guardi C. G., Alejandro F. P., Elena, Clara, Wizard rx-7, Julia Salomon, Angel, Lionmind, Broke S., Thehob, Natanael C. S., Judith P. C., José A., Jose Ignacio P. V., David, Barbara P. J., Laura R., Dehaese C., Patricia O. P., Arianna T. M., Julio G., Juan L., Ana, XxTurnerinoxX, Mariana D., Carlos Javier V. B., Sofía, Oscar Mata G. D. C., Marta B., Javier A. S., José Luis H. M., Chris, Julio A. M., Ramiro, Maria E., Ingrid Almeida S. D. S., Victor N., Micaela, Raul G., Joan Marc P. S., Rubén F. G.¿Quieres contactar con nosotros?TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@terroresnocturnos_trn?lang=esTwitter: @TerroresN https://twitter.com/terroresn?lang=esInstagram: @terroresnocturnos_TRN https://www.instagram.com/terroresnocturnos_trn/?hl=esInstagram Emma Entrena: Emma_TRN https://www.instagram.com/emma.a_trn/Instagram Silvia Ortiz: Sil_TRN https://www.instagram.com/sil_trn/Instagram TheGray.Art https://www.instagram.com/thegray.art/Facebook: Terrores Nocturnos https://www.facebook.com/Terrores-Nocturnos-106095651118106Correo: terroresnocturnosradio@gmail.comProducido por David Fernández Marcos.Presentado por Emma Entrena y Silvia OrtizIlustración: Thegray.art

¡LAS DOS VOCES MÁS BELLAS SE UNIERON EN ESTE EPISODIO! (bueno... una)Silvia Callado y Helen Blandino desempolvaron historias de cuando ellas eran pequeñas y otras más recientes de sus hijos haciendo de las suyas, ya sea en el súper, en una cena familiar o en la clase virtual... CUÉNTALE AL PODCAST: UNA VERGÜENZA QUE TE HIZO PASAR TU HIJ@

¿Eres madre y deseas emprender? Pues, conozco algunos secretos de madres emprendedoras que te pueden ayudar a iniciar tu proyecto de negocio. Es sabido por todos que ser hija, esposa, madre, vecina y emprendedora puede ser algo abrumador. Sin embargo, muchas mujeres han logrado superarse y, además, demostrar que la maternidad no fue un obstáculo para alcanzar sus metas.   Si eres madre y estás pensando en emprender, déjame contarte estos secretos que serán de provecho para tu crecimiento.   Disfruta del programa de hoy. No olvides compartirlo.   Para conocer más del Dr Duany visita: https://linktr.ee/drduany #madres #madresemprendedoras #talkshow #enfamilia

«Madre, en tu pecho llevas la pasión. Lloras cuando nos alejamos de Dios, sabes que así no es vivir…»

El que me ama, aceptará mis mandatos, guardará mi palabra. En aceptar, guardar y vivir como tú hay plenitud. Porque no todos te aman, no todo da igual. Madre, en tu pecho llevas la pasión. Lloras cuando nos alejamos de Dios. Sabes que así no es vivir#pascua#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t

Editorial La violencia abortista muestra su auténtico rostro a través de la barbarie y el vandalismo que se ha extendido a los hogares e iglesias de EE.UU. que están siendo objeto de maltrato por parte de estos grupos insensibilizados ante el asesinato de los más inocentes. Noticias internacionales Ucrania: Monjas benedictinas rompen su clausura para acoger a refugiados México: Contundente crítica diocesana a la «absurda» ideología LGTB EE.UU.: Abrirán réplica de la casa y reliquias de Santa Gianna Beretta Molla Europa: Obispos de Europa siguen rezando Noticias nacionales Prefecto de la Congregación para el Clero acudió a Montilla este martes Después de 3 años, la Madre de Dios vuelve a las calles valencianas «En las buenas... y en las malas»: Gospa Arts muestra la belleza del matrimonio Noticias de la Santa Sede Papa Francisco pide rezar por víctimas de explosión en hotel de Cuba Papa Francisco recibe nuevo libro sobre el aborto Audiencia General

Los sábados son especiales para María. No porque los demás días no lo sean, sino porque este día lo es de manera muy particular. Podemos rezar la Misa de Santa María en Sábado, con cualquiera de sus Prefacios. En uno se habla de agradecer a Dios que nos haya dado una madre misericordiosa, compasiva y tierna. “Bienaventurados los devotos de María”, decía san Buenaventura, porque experimentarán lo que Dios nos ha otorgado en su Madre.

P. Federico (Guatemala)Las prácticas de devoción Marianas son artesanales. Allí están los modelos o el molde (como el Ángelus o el Santo Rosario), pero falta hacerlo personalmente, con nuestras manos. “Madre mía, te quiero. Y hago el propósito de demostrártelo artesanalmente, con sello propio, con mis manos, con mi alma, con mi corazón”.

As Sheriff John Dance rode down to the river, Miguel, the Stagecoach agent, came up beside him. Dance gave him a skeptical look, and didn’t have time to get to the question before Miguel said, “I have responsibilities…”Fair enough thought Dance. He cast an eye over Miguel’s horse and rig. It was packed light and well, and Miguel sat his horse easy. He looked like he knew what doing. Probably more than Dance did. Dance was no frontier hand or Indian fighter by nature. But the misadventures of his youth had taught him to travel fast and leave as little trace as possible. When they got to the river Dance reined, and without taking his eyes off the other side, Dance said, “We’ll head north along the river, see if we can find a place to ford, and any sign of that ship. First sign of trouble, I’m cuttin’ and runnin’. You understand? This is a scout.” Miguel nodded and said, “If I find a way across, I have to go to Bisbee.”Dance said, “Miguel, you see any telegraph poles on the other side of that river?” Miguel shook his head. “It makes no difference, I must go anyway. It is my duty.” “It ain’t a duty, Miguelito, it’s just a job.” “I may not have a Star like you,” said Miguel, “But I have my duties.” Dance shook his head and decided he wouldn’t share his opinions about Duty and Bisbee with Miguel. Duty was just some horseshit made up by powerful people to get the little people to sacrifice themselves when it was convenient. And Bisbee? There weren’t no f****n’ Bisbee there anymore. Give it a few more days, and everybody would see that. It was just that most people, normal people with their settled lives, were slow to adapt to change. They ignored it, argued against it, and tried to resist it. But it was all foolishness. Things changed, the man who changed the fastest was the one who made the best of them. That’s how Dance had wound up as Sheriff in the first place.Everything on this side of the river was normal for the first mile and even though the opposite bank was an unknown land, the river was peaceful and cool and Dance found himself thinking of the day he had come to Grantham, three years ago. He had ridden into town dragging a different name and a streak of bad luck that had felt a mile wide. If Dance was honest, right now, it felt like he was draggin’ something wider and worse. At the livery stable, Eli Johnson hadn’t known what to make of him when he handed off the reins to a battered old nag and said, “Take good care of her.” “Why?” asked Eli, not afraid of offending this stranger ‘cause any damn fool could see this horse wasn’t fit for anything but the glue factory. Dance had flipped him a newly minted silver dollar and said, “‘Cause I owe her.” That settled, he nodded his battered hat at the building made of thick, irregular stone across the street and asked, “Would I be right in thinking that’s the Sheriff’s office?” “Yessir, says so right on the sign,” answered Eli, thinking that this man had been out in the sun too long to have retained a grip on the obvious. The Sheriff’s office had a wide porch and awning of unpainted, rough-cut lumber. The windows, such as they were were in those rough stone walls, were long and horizontal, with the occasional cross openings. The place was a fortress, gunportd and all. Dance glided up the steps and pushed through the door without knocking. Inside were two desks - a rolltop stuffed with correspondence and a leather-topped one on the left of the door. There was a table, a few chairs, a half-full rack of long guns on the wall and a pot-bellied stove. What Dance didn’t see were any deputies, or anybody at all. At first. On the wall by the door was a collection of wanted posters, and as Dance was checking to see if his face was on any of them he heard the muffled cry of someone calling out through a gag. The back of the room was a wall of thick steel bars that was further divided into two cells. In the cell on the right, a man with his hands bound behind his back and a bandanna tied through his mouth looked frantically at him and cried out again. “Mmmmmmm!”Dance looked around to see if someone was playing some kind of trick on him, but the room was still empty. The man in the cell waved him over with his head. Dance eased across the room. The prisoner waggled his head around, trying to indicate the gag with his eyes. Then he thrust the side of his face up to the bars. Dance took another look around the room, then hooked a finger through the bandanna. Still not taking any chances, he kicked the man's shin hard with his boot. The prisoner grunted in pain and slumped against the cell bars, all balance taken from him. As Dance held the man up by the bandanna, he slid his knife under the fabric, along the man’s face, and cut it away with a jerk. The prisoner fell to one knee and spit out the gag. “Jesus Christ Mister, you didn’t have to do that!”“Didn’t seem right to shoot it off,” said Dance. “Are you with THEM?” Dance didn’t answer the question. He considered the angry man in the cell who still had his hands bound behind his back. He was lean and sleepy-eyed, with stoop shoulders and a handlebar mustache. He looked strong enough but something about his skin and the set of his chin spoke of a weak constitution. His eyes were wide with fear and anger when he spoke, but when he listened they drooped heavy and he might have been mistaken for being on the verge of sleep. Dance thought, he’s some kind of madman. Then he asked. “Where’s the Deputies?” “Don’t you know anything?”“I know I care much for your manners,” said Dance. “Deputy. There’s only one deputy left and I’m him. Pete. I’m the DEPUTY, now let me out of this cell. They’re robbin’ the bank.”“Well Pete, if you’re the Deputy Sheriff, then what on earth are you doing in there?” asked Dance, enjoying himself.“They got the drop on me,” he said, looking down and away. “And I’m ashamed to say they locked me in my own cell. That enough for you to let me out?”“How many were there?” asked Dance. “Must have been five. Maybe more!”“Five,” asked Dance, with a raised eyebrow.“Maybe more!” said Pete, “Now get me outta here. I’ve gotta go stop them from robbing the bank.”“You?!?” said Dance. “One man against at least five hardened criminals? Dangerous men? Outlaws?” Dance shook his head and sucked his teeth at the thought. “Not one man,” said Pete, “one Deputy,” his chest puffing out with pride. “Well, I’d like to see that Pete. I surely would. Just one thing. You gotta key to this cell?" Pete rolled his eyes and cursed. “I only had the one. T’other was on the Sheriff when he got killed…” he trailed off, wide-eyed as if he had said something he shouldn’t have. Dance didn’t bite. He said, “Tell me which bank?”“Bank of Grantham. Only bank in town. Other end of Main Street. By the wash. “I think I’ll go down there and have me a lil’ look. Count up these desperados for you. But I gotta warn you, I’m stopping at 10. That’s all the fingers I got to count on.” As Dance strode down the street he whistled tunelessly and checked the load in his pistols, pulling back the hammer and spinning the cylinders to reassure himself that all twelve cartridges were present and accounted for. A passerby looked at him with fear, and he holstered a pistol and tipped his hat, breaking neither stride nor musical performance.From the outside, the First Bank of Grantham seemed just as sleepy as the rest of town on that sunny afternoon. But before John Dance could mount the steps, he heard a series of gunshots and two men exploded out of the front door into the street, carrying what looked to be very heavy saddlebags over their shoulders. Dance stood very still as one of them whirled and pointed a pistol right at him. But when the desperado looked at the man in front of him, his eyebrows raised in surprise so much that his hat lifted more than an inch. “John-John, look who it is!”John-John, who was scanning the other end of the street for trouble, turned quickly and said, “Well, I’ll be damned!” he said as he broke into a smile and let his pistol drop. “Ain’t seen you since that dance back in Albequ-”But John-John never made it to the end of that sentence. John Dance’s hands blurred into motion and he shot them both down, two bullets apiece just to be sure.He holstered his guns and the good townspeople came out and declared him a hero. Jean DuMont, the man who had the most to lose from his bank being robbed, gave him a reward of $50, for doing the right thing. They rescued old Speedy Pete from his own jail and all repaired to the Morning Star Saloon, where hands were shook, backs were slapped and nobody thought to question where this man had come from. Everybody was just glad that “John” had stepped up and done the right thing. The man who brought him his third whiskey said, “Mister, just so happens we’re short a Sheriff.”“Just so happens, I’m looking for work.” “What’s your name? Your full name, I mean. So we can swear you in.” Of course, John couldn’t give his real name. He was trying to outrun that name; the name of a man with a price on his head who, among other things, had robbed a dance back in Albuquerque with a nefarious character known as John-John and the Allen-Elder gang. So he smiled his best smile and said, “Dance, John Dance.” Sometime that evening, somebody pinned a star on him, and from that moment on, he was the Sheriff.What better place to avoid the law than to be the law itself? At first, he thought he'd stay six months, maybe a year, but it had been three years since he’d stopped the bank robbery. He'd become accustomed to sleeping indoors and people smiling when they saw him on the street. Sure, Speedy Pete was enough to drive any man crazy, but though he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the sack he was loyal and honest and that made up for a lot. But as much as he liked the town and the people he hated the feeling of being trapped. It was one thing to choose to stay when he knew he could just melt away at any time. But to stay when you weren’t allowed to leave, that was prison. And Dance figured the whole point was to stay the hell out of prison.Dance was jerked away from his memories by the sight of an abrupt line up ahead. On one side of this line the ground was the harsh, rocky desert of Eastern Arizona. On the other side was lush thick grass. He and Miguel stopped just short of this strange line and looked at it for a long while. To his right, Dance could see where the line had split a rock in half. He said, "Miguel…" and pointed.“Estoy perdido,” answered Miguel, not even aware he was speaking Spanish.Dance’s horse lowered his head and took a bite of the grass. The horse didn't keel over dead or burst into flames. He just nibbled the grass is if he did it every day. It was thicker and crawlier than any grass Dance ever seen. But if it tasted all right to the horse, Dance supposed it might be OK.Dance caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and about 200 yards away he saw a giant, bear-like creature, rise up out of the grassland and grab a hold of a tree branch with a paw impossibly long fingernails twisted and turned in wild, unpredictable ways. Like a gypsy woman's fingernails he once seen in Galveston. The creature lifted its long, teardrop-shaped head and began stripping the wide leaves from the tree and eating them. Dance looked to Miguel. Miguel stared at the strange creature with his jaw hanging open. In a voice that he hoped wouldn't carry, Dance asked, “You ever seen one of them before?""Nunca. ¿Quieres ir a ver?"“No I do not,” said Dance, easing his rifle out of the saddle scabbard. The sight of the weapon gleaming in the sunshine snapped Miguel back to himself. He said, “You are going to shoot it? It eats plants.”“I’m just being cautious. I been known to eat vegetables from time to time, but we all know what I prefer.”Miguel nodded. Then, before Dance could say no, he spurred his horse towards the strange creature. Dance cursed under his breath and touched his horse with his heels and followed. “I think he likes that tree,” said Miguel of the gigantic creature, which was happily munching away. With chomp and a sweep of its neck, it denuded half the tree, taking no notice of them. As it ate, it made low, whuffing grunts. “Can we go now?”“Is there no wonder in your soul Sheriff Dance?""Oh there's plenty of wonder Miguel," he said, surveying his surroundings. "Right now I'm wondering what the hell we're doing provoking this animal?”"Don't be like that. I think he's friendly.""If you put that to the test, I'll shoot both of you and ride off I swear.""I think you did not grow up on a farm or a ranch, Sheriff Dance. Maybe you did not grow up in nature."Suddenly, the creature jerked its head up. It looked at the two men on horses and made a sharp bark of alarm, showing more and sharper teeth than John Dance felt a herbivore ought to be allowed. Dance brought the rifle to his shoulder, but the creature did not charge. It looked around frantically, sniffing the air so rapidly its long snout seem to vibrate. Dance, in fact, had not grown up outdoors or on a ranch, but he didn’t need to be a native guide to see that this thing was goddamned terrified. "Come on, let's ease back,” said Dance.Miguel nodded without taking his eyes off the creature. From fifty yards to the right, something came rushing through the tall grass. The air was shattered by a tremendous roar. The sound was so loud Dance felt like a great hand had reached into his chest and squeezed the air out of his lungs. The horses reared and screamed. As Dance fought to stay in the saddle he heard the creature that was eating the tree make a frightened, bleat-like sound. In fear, it leapt onto the tree and climbed. Leaves and small branches and hunks of bark showered down as it scrabbled up the tree with its strange claws. Behind the tree, Dance saw a bear rise from the grass. It rose until it was the size of a large grizzly, and it still kept coming. It stood on its hind legs, dangled its claws at the end of its too-long arms, threw its strange bulldog-like face back and and roared at its prey.Miguel wheeled his horse around and cursed in Spanish. Dance could feel that his own horse was on the verge of bolting. In the interest of staying in the saddle, he fought to stay calm, but wheeled to the right and let the animal have his head. When they had gained some distance, Dance reined up on a small rise. As they watched Miguel said, “You see, now the bear, he will climb the tree and eat our tree-eating friend.”Dance spit. “Ain’t no friends of mine.” The bear roared again, and reached up and placed its paw on the tree trunk. Above him, nearly at the top of the tree, the sad-faced herbivore clutched the trunk and bleated in distress. But the bear did not climb. He put his forepaws on the trunk and by heaving his bulk forward and back, began to rock the trunk. High above, the top of the tree swung back and forth wildly. The herbivore tried to hold tight to the trunk, but with each swing, it seemed that a new appendage came free just as it had replaced the last one. The tree trunk snapped off about 2 feet above the ground. The trunk fell over, slowly at first, but by the time the top of the trunk hit the ground, the herbivore was slammed into the earth at a hideous speed. Even at this distance Dance felt the impact in the seat of his saddle.The poor creature tried to raise up and flee but fell to the ground after a single wobbly step. In a flurry of claws and teeth, the bear was on it, its short, punched–in snout, rooting deep into the creature's soft white underbelly. The bear pulled its bloody snout and face out from the still-living animal which was screaming in pain. The bear raised its head to the sky and roared again."Magnificent animal," said Miguel.Then, and Dance would swear to this until the end of his days, the bear looked right at them and roared."Is that thing gonna follow us?" asked Dance."No, don't be silly. He has just killed and will eat his fill and take a nap, for a few days most likely.""He's looking right at us." Miguel considered this for a moment, then said, "No, Senor, his eyesight cannot be that good."They headed north away and when they had put a hill between them and the carnage, they eased up on the horses. They decided to head farther north before circling back to town. "One more rise between us and…" said Dance.Miguel nodded in a way that said he knew nothing about the great outdoors, and they rode on.As the crest of the next rise, the grassland ended in front of them in a steep drop. The slope was steeper than anybody not being chased by bloodthirsty savages would want to ride down, thought Dance. But then he was torn from his geological and equestrian considerations by Miguel's soft gasp, "Madre de Dios."Dance raised his eyes to the horizon. The plain before him was marked by irregular black circles in the green as if the land itself had been afflicted with some kind of pox. He could see the river cutting back in from the left, and following its course, he's could see a harbor of sorts that had been cut into the riverbank. And above it, on a small hill was a tall tower of dark stone that taper to a point high above the plain. It made Dance feel uneasy to look directly at it. Resting in the river, in the shadow of the tower, was the warship that had attacked the Town of Grantham. Dance grunted. At least something had gone right about this scout. But the thought was interrupted by a strange, snuffling grunt. Dance looked over his shoulder and there, perhaps 30 yards away was the bear that was supposed to be sleeping off his meal. Before he could say anything to Miguel, the beast roared and charged them.When dance saw the bloody maw of the bear rushing towards them, he realized they were not going to escape. He yanked his horse around and together they plunged over the edge.The descent was so steep Dance had to lean back in his saddle -- stirrups jutting out alongside the animal's neck -- to keep from going over the horse's head. Dance thought the only way to descend faster would be to fall, but then Miguel came galloping past him on the left side.As they hit the plain below, he heard the roaring of the Bear on the hill behind them, and his horse needed no encouragement to gallop. Dance chanced a look over his shoulder and saw the bear coming down the crumbling dirt hill behind him. The bear tried to slow, but he could not keep his weight off his front paws. He slowly came over, crashed into the slope and started to roll.That ought to slow him down, thought Dance but when the bear reached the bottom, it rolled to its feet and kept running. Some days you et the bear and other days, well the bear et you. Dance was afraid he knew which one of those days this was going to be. He heard the bear getting closer behind him and could smell the hot copper of the blood on his breath. He tensed his back anticipating the swipe of a claw, but it did not come. Instead, his horse stumbled and he fell hard onto the prairie. The bear continued on in pursuit of Miguel and his horse. Dance struggled to his hands and knees and realized he was in a blackened area of the plain, a shallow crater, the lip of which had caused his horse to tumble. The burned area in the prairie was about 10 feet across and on the other side of it, he could see his horse getting back to its feet.He looked beyond his horse, hoping to see that Miguel had gotten away. But he was not surprised to see the monstrous bear pursued him still. There was a strange crackling noise in the air, from far away yet from all around. In the distance, he noticed the tower was shimmering. Waves of crackling electricity swept up the sides of the spire and gathered at the top in furious bands. In the distance Miguel still rode for all he was worth, trying to outrun the monstrous bear, but still, the bear gained. Miguel cut the horse hard around a crater, and the bear couldn't make the turn. It had to veer off and go the long way around the depression. Dance clenched his fist in excitement. It was a longshot, but with a few moves like that, Miguel might just survive. The bear was fast, but it didn't have endurance and it certainly couldn't turn like Miguel's fine quarter horse. Maybe, just maybe Miguel would get away.There was a blinding flash, a bolt of lightning seared an arc from the tower to the plain in front of him. It came to rest directly on Miguel and his horse. After the sizzle and flash came a clap of thunder so deafening Dance thought his teeth had been turned to powder. Then the ground where Miguel and his horse had been erupted in chunks of burning earth. Hunks of dirt and grass rain downed all around him, but Dance heard nothing but the ringing in his ears.His vision came back slowly and he did not like what he saw. There was nothing left of Miguel. The bear was off to one side, dazed, sitting over on his haunches, shaking his head like an old man who had gotten a hold of some bad moonshine. Dance turned and walked away.He had gone a few steps when he heard the bear running towards him. This time he did not turn. He thought to himself, Welp this is how I die. He resigned himself to it, lowering his head as he walked, but then he thought of Laura and the promise he had made to her. He thought of Mac and the angry spirit in that boy, the courage to defend his mother against a full-grown man. He wasn't sure that all the fighting he had done in his life had gotten him anywhere he had wanted to go, but inside him, the fear turned to anger once again.He spun on his boot heel and pulled his pistol with a fluid, long-practiced motion. The bear was now moving slower than before, but somehow it was more horrifying. The hair had been burned off half its face and snout and now it howled in rage and pain as it advanced."Yep," said Dance as he raised his pistol, "f**k you too." Dance took his time with the shots cocking the trigger with his thumb and carefully sighting before each pull. All six shots went home. The last one hit the bear in the head and glanced off the beast’s skull, leaving a red, angry canal along its brainpan. And still, the beast came. That was the moment he knew he was done for. He dropped his pistol and put a hand to his knife. Then he heard it again – that strange, sizzling, crackling sound – now coming from all around him close by. The beast was there charging not more than 10 feet away. At the last moment John Dance threw himself to the ground. The bear stopped short and reared up on its hind legs, roaring in triumph. It raised its paws, each as big as an anvil, and Dance had time to see the strings of carrion dangling from its claws. The world went white again. Dance’s body convulsed with electricity as hunks of bear meat rained down upon him. When it was over he lay very still and moaned quietly for a long time. The bear had been disintegrated by the lightning. From where Jon Dance lay he could see the burn marks in the grass where the bear’s feet had touched the earth. Without lifting his head, he scanned the horizon as best he could. There was nothing but open prairie, and when the wind blew the stench of cooked bear away he could smell the river. The tower on the horizon remained dark and motionless.He crawled like a snake, very slowly back towards the bluff. For an hour or so, he inched way along the ground in mortal tear of that sizzling sound he was certain would be his end. This is a public episode. 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LAUDES VIERNES DE LA IV SEMANA DE PASCUA (Oración de la mañana) - Nuestra Señora de Fátima INVOCACIÓN INICIAL V. Señor abre mis labios R. Y mi boca proclamará tu alabanza INVITATORIO Ant. Venid adoremos a Cristo, Hijo de María Virgen. Aleluya. SALMODIA Salmo 50 - Ant. Cristo se ha entregado como población y víctima por nosotros. Aleluya. Cántico - Ant. Jerusalén, ciudad de Dios, brillaras con zafiros y esmeraldas. Aleluya. Salmo 147 - Ant. Vi la nueva Jerusalén que descendía del cielo. Aleluya. RESPONSORIO BREVE V. El Señor la eligió y la predestinó. Aleluya, Aleluya. R. El Señor la eligió y la predestinó. Aleluya, Aleluya. V. La hizo morar en su templo santo. R. Aleluya, Aleluya. V. Gloria al Padre, y al Hijo, y al Espíritu Santo. R. El Señor la eligió y la predestinó. Aleluya, Aleluya. CÁNTICO EVANGÉLICO Ant. Por Eva se cerraron a los hombres las puertas del paraíso, y por María Virgen han sido abiertas de nuevo. Aleluya. Cántico de Zacarías. EL MESÍAS Y SU PRECURSOR Lc 1, 68-79 Bendito sea el Señor, Dios de Israel, porque ha visitado y redimido a su pueblo. suscitándonos una fuerza de salvación en la casa de David, su siervo, según lo había predicho desde antiguo por boca de sus santos profetas: Es la salvación que nos libra de nuestros enemigos y de la mano de todos los que nos odian; ha realizado así la misericordia que tuvo con nuestros padres, recordando su santa alianza y el juramento que juró a nuestro padre Abraham. Para concedernos que, libres de temor, arrancados de la mano de los enemigos, le sirvamos con santidad y justicia, en su presencia, todos nuestros días. Y a ti, niño, te llamarán Profeta del Altísimo, porque irás delante del Señor a preparar sus caminos, anunciando a su pueblo la salvación, el perdón de sus pecados. Por la entrañable misericordia de nuestro Dios, nos visitará el sol que nace de lo alto, para iluminar a los que viven en tiniebla y en sombra de muerte, para guiar nuestros pasos por el camino de la paz. Gloria al Padre, y al Hijo, y al Espíritu Santo. Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén. PRECES “Que tu santa Madre, Señor, interceda por nosotros.” Conclusion V. El Señor nos bendiga, nos guarde de todo mal y nos lleve a la vida eterna. R. Amén. (255) --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jose-emilio/support

En silencio, postrado.. pies desnudos. No todo está perdido. Y yo Señor? Y tu.. Esperando.Perpetuo Socorro, divino. En tus brazos Madre, estamos a salvo. Nada malo nos podrá pasar. Pide socorro ante la tentación.Reza tus 3 avemarías antes de dormir#pascua#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t

¿Mujer o Madre? Que mucho tabú hay con el tema. Que si primero soy madre, porque si soy mujer no cumplo con mi papel de mamá. Bahhhh!!! Aquí te comparto un pequeño experimento que hice en mis redes sociales y te comparto mi opinión sobre por qué soy primero MUJER y después madre.   Escucha este episodio AQUÍ

The CharroBoys went through it this year for Mother's Day weekend. It was a loooong weekend filled with all pain and some gain. We get into playing through injuries, cop visits, upset stomachs, hot festivals, Canelo's L, and weird mansions. Our bodies still have not recorvered. 

Feliz dia de las Madres!!! Como ya se imajinara y como todos los otros pogramas pos esta mañana hablamos sobre "la Mama" y sobre que se le regala a una Madre. Esa mera fue nuestra Encuesta Piratona - Edicion del dia de las Madres asi que si usted taen quiere compartir pos mandeme su comentario por Xochil media a @DonChetoalAire. Esta mañana taen platicamos con mi yerno Gerardo Ortiz sobre donde anda y (como digo el Buki) a donde va......VAMOS digo el otro porque creo'ke ya amachine personaje en su proximo video musical. Escuchenos hasta el fina pa' que oiga de que la voy hacer y donde lo vamos a grabar. ajaja

Solemos creer por la cotidianidad y el afán que nuestros seres queridos estarán allí por siempre… Sabemos que no será así. Esta conmovedora reflexión nos recuerda lo afortunados que somos al poder abrazar a mamá.¡Las más bellas reflexiones en el Bonuscast del Podcast del Show de Raul Brindis!

Madre sólo hay una, pero estilos hay muchos. ¿Quieres conocer qué tipo de mamá tuviste o qué tipo de mamá eres? Pues ponte cómoda, ponte cómodo porque ya estás En Terapia. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information. Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/en-terapia-con-roberto-rocha.

No te agobies al querer ser la madre perfecta, en este episodio te enseñamos a equilibrar tus emociones para dar lo mejor de ti sin crear ansias. ¡A las madres les damos gracias y deseamos lo más bello en su día!¡Gracias por elegir el podcast de Por el Placer de Vivir, cuando termines este podcast vas a decir, qué bueno que escuche al Dr. César Lozano!

¿Cuántas veces escucharon de la boca de su mamá la frase "pero cuando tengas tus propios hijos, me entenderás"?Y estoy segura que esta frase se ha vuelto realidad en casi todos nosotros. Hoy el equipo de Rollos de Mujeres - PODCAST hablamos sobre nuestras mamás, los momentos más difíciles y más alegres con ellas y que aprendimos después de ser madre.Ríe y llora con nosotras en este emotivo episodio.Síguenos en las redes sociales:INSTAGRAM: @RollosDeMujeresPODCASTHost: Ana Cruz @rollosdemujeresCo-Host: Lucia Medina @luciajmoralesProducer: Adriana Amaya @adrianaradioEpisodio traído a ti por TRADERS VILLAGE  de Grand Prairie. Están abiertos de Viernes a Domingo, siguiendo las medidas de seguridad necesarias y con diversión y opciones de compras para toda la familia. Visítalos en 2602 Mayfield Road, Grand Prairie, Texas 75052.Gracias también a nuestros patrocinadores EL RIO GRANDE - LATIN MARKET. Aprovecha de sus grandes especiales cada semana, visita su página www.ElRioGrande.net para que los veas. Tienen carnes con los mejores cortes, frutas y verduras frescas, pasteles deliciosos, pan calientito y platillos latinos deliciosos ya preparados y listos para llevar a casa en su área de cocina. Síguelos en las redes sociales como @elriomarket

Omar entrevista a Argelia sobre los altibajos de ser madre. Y por primera vez, Argelia habla sobre su vida sexual antes del matrimonio. Una página IMPERDIBLE. www.OmaryArgelia.LIVE

Virgen blanca de Toledo, tu sonrisa, tu ternura, con Jesús en tu regazo..Que guapa eres, Madre!Te prefiero alegre, sonriente, maternal.Fuente de Amor, ternura de Dios, sosiego y consueloBusquemos con devoción la sonrisa de María, esperanza nuestra#pascua#10minutosconJesús** Ponte en presencia de Dios. Trata de hablar con Él. ** 10 minutos son 10 minutos aunque te puedas distraer. Llega hasta el final. ** Sé constante. El Espíritu Santo actúa “a fuego lento” y requiere constancia.Audios de 10 minutos que te ayudan a rezar. Un pasaje del Evangelio, una idea, una anécdota y un sacerdote que te habla y habla al Señor invitándote a compartir tu intimidad con Dios.Busca tu momento, piensa que estás con Él y dale al play.Toda la info en nuestra web: www.10minutosconjesus.orgdiezminutosconjesus@gmail.comPara recibir cada día tu meditación por Whatsapp pulsa aquí:http://dozz.es/nu36t.

Seguimos con los episodios de madres, y en esta ocasión vamos a explorar esa etapa oscura, de rebeldía, donde no queríamos saber mucho de nuestras madres. Yazmín Yeara junto a su madre Xiomara, nos contarán desde su primer "jumo", escapadas y castigos que duraron hasta un año... CUÉNTALE AL PODCAST: ALGO QUE TE HAYA PASADO EN LA ADOLESCENCIA CON TU MADRE... SHUELTE!ÚNETE A NUESTRA FAMILIA DE PATREON:www.patreon.com/cuentalealpodcast

¡FELIZ DÍA MAMÁ! Si esta semana celebras a mamá, que sigue contigo o que ya partió del mundo físico. O eres mamá y te toca ser la festejada, quédate a escuchar este episodio porque nos acompaña mi querida Isabel Lascurain y su hijo Joss para decir juntos ¡gracias! por todas las mamitas del mundo y descubrir por qué es tan importante valorarlas.   Que el miedo ¡no te detenga! Regístrate a mi clase gratis en: https://hotm.art/MC-Miedo-Pod   Sígueme en: Instagram: @marcoantonioregil Facebook: Marco Antonio Regil YouTube: marcoantonioregiltv TikTok: @marcoantonioregil Telegram: marcoantonioregil.com/telegram   Sigue a Isabel Lascurain en: Instagram: @isabel_lascurain YouTube: Abre la caja de...