Podcasts about Tenderly

Join Janie as she takes us through memorizing and meditating on Hebrews 11:1-3,6! She defines what it means to live by faith and have hope in things we cannot see...just as Rahab did.Scripture Memory Begins at 27:45Bible Verses Referenced:Hebrews 10:39Hebrews 11:1-3Hebrews 11:6Romans 8:24-25Proverbs 18:20-21John 3:18Hebrews 4:16Hebrews 12:2Luke 22:31-32Mercy Culture Bible Reading Plan"Softly and Tenderly" by Bradley Knight.Sisters with Swords is produced and edited by Holly Knight. Original music by the Minister of Funk and husband of the year, Bradley Knight, can be found here. You can find Holly's book Stubborn Obedience on Amazon! And don't forget to visit Janie's restaurant, The Biscuit Bar, if you're in the DFW Area. Please like, subscribe, and share this episode with your friends and follow us on Instagram! We are so grateful for you, sister, and are cheering you on as your wield your sword.@sisterswithswords@heyhollyknight@janiejoburkett

It will be an all hymns edition this week on The Gospel Jubilee with Chip & Denny.   Tune in to hear some of your all-time favorite Gospel hymns sang by many of today's top Gospel artists.   Here are all of the ways you can listen to the Gospel Jubilee On your Echo device say, Alexa, play the Gospel Jubilee on Apple podcast. For a direct download go to: https://api.spreaker.com/v2/episodes/59292692/download.mp3   Ocean Waves Radio ... every Wednesday at 5:00 PM Eastern time., www.OceanWavesRadio.com   Thursday afternoons at 4:00 PM and Sunday mornings at 9:30 AM  EST on Southern Branch Bluegrass Radio, www.sbbradio.org   Saturday evenings at 7:00 and Wednesday afternoons at 4:00 CST on Radio For Life, www.RadioForLife.org   Legend Oldies Radio. Our broadcast will be aired every Sunday morning at 9:00 AM CDT. https://www.legendoldies.com   Playlist:   Artists |Song Title | Album   01. Gordan Mote - When we all get to heaven - Gordan Mote Sings Hymns & songs Of Inspiration"   02. The Hayes Family - Glory to His name - "Hymns Of The Faith"   03. The Ball Brothers - Victory in Jesus - "Dynamic"   04. Three Bridges - There is power in the blood - "Hymns & Classics Renewed"   05. Jonathan Wilburn - Unclouded day - "Songs From The Front Pew"   06. Triumphant Quartet - Heaven came down - "Hymns Collection"   07. Joseph Habedank with Charlotte Ritchie - Grace greater than all our sins - "Hymns With Friends"   08. Mark Lowry with Kevin Williams - Blessed assurance - "Sit Up Straight & Sing - Volume 3"   09. Ronnie Booth - Take my hand, precious Lord - "The Best Hymn Songs Ever"   10. Kim Hopper - What a friend we have in Jesus - "Softly & Tenderly"   11. The Torchmen Quartet - All that thrills my soul is Jesus - "Hymns Least We Forget"   12. Guy Penrod - The solid Rock - "Hymns"   13. Josh Turner - Amazing grace - "I Serve A Savior"   14. Ernie Haase & Signature Sound and The Gaither Vocal Band - Sweet, sweet Spirit - "GVB & EHSS - Together"   15. The Isaacs - Great is Thy faithfulness - "Nature's Synphony In 432"   16. Joey + Rory - I surrender all - "Hymns"   17. The Craguns - In times like these - "Hymns In Times Like These"   18. Mystery artists of the week - He leadeth me - "Hymns"   19. The Hyssons - What a day that will be - "Favorite Hymns"   20. Jimmy Fortune with Daily & Vincent - In the sweet by and by - "Hits & Hymns"   21. The Blackwood Brothers - He hideth my soul - "A Captella Hymns"   22. Daniel Thornton - All hail the power of Jesus name - "It Is Well Volume 2"   Outro: When We All Get To Heaven - Heavenbound

「緩慢（Gently）/溫柔（Tenderly）」指向了李翡文這幾年所堅信的態度，以及她在創作中試圖揚起的感受。 2024年李翡文襲園個展《緩慢地 溫柔著 Gently . Tenderly 》，通過這些年身份的轉變和對世界的感知，她將內在感知的累積，轉化為某種心靈產物的再造，成為純粹由「受感」（percept）、「情動」（affect）所組構而成的生機世界。藉由繪畫表現自然中的多種元素，她將自己的感受放大，捕捉每一瞬片刻。正是這樣的姿態，讓她能夠在繪畫的過程中關照世界，靜下心來感受一切，進而從所見的表面感知之物的彼岸中尋求藝術的真實。

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Join us as Janie takes us through memorizing and meditating on Galatians 6:7-9 and forces Holly to read a slightly off-color, obscure verse from Ezekiel.Scripture Memory begins at 19:18Bible Verses Referenced:Galatians 6:7-9Romans 8:6-8Galatians 5:16-17Galatians 5:22-23Ezekiel 7:17"Softly and Tenderly" by Bradley KnightSisters with Swords is produced and edited by Holly Knight. Original music by the Minister of Funk and husband of the year, Bradley Knight, can be found here. You can find Holly's book Stubborn Obedience on Amazon! And don't forget to visit Janie's restaurant, The Biscuit Bar, if you're in the DFW Area. Please like, subscribe, and share this episode with your friends and follow us on Instagram! We are so grateful for you, sister, and are cheering you on as your wield your sword.@sisterswithswords@heyhollyknight@janiejoburkett

Special Guest Host Nebojsa Urosevic, Co-Founder and Senior Vice President of Research and Development at Tenderly, joins us to share insights on Ethereum's development process and future.This episode is sponsored by the Stellar Community FundFollow the show here for more.In this installment of "The Protocol," hosts Brad Keoun, the founding editor of The Protocol Newsletter, and tech journalists Sam Kessler and Margaux Nijkerk, explore the following stories:The Solana Blockchain Freeze Solana, the low-latency blockchain that's seen an explosion in activity in recent months, experienced an approximately five-hour outage on Tuesday.Eigenlayer Lifts Staking Cap, Soars Past $3B The temporary lift comes as restaking on Ethereum is booming despite warnings from developers that it might strain the network.Taproot Wizards NFT Project Sells OUTAll 3,000 of the "Quantum Cats" digital images were claimed by the end of Monday's public mint, selling for a fixed price of 0.1 BTC ($4,265) each – despite severe technical issues that had delayed the process by a full week.PROTOCOL VILLAGE INTERVIEW SEGMENT Final ‘Holesky' TestnetThe test simulated “proto-danksharding,” a technical feature aimed at reducing the cost of transactions for rollups as well as making data availability cheaper.Guest: Nebojsa Urosevic is Co-Founder and SVP of R&D at Tenderly -A full-stack infrastructure solutions provider, powering Web3 developer teams with the essential tools and services throughout their development journeys. As a former software engineer for almost a decade, with experience in building, scaling and maintaining large-scale distribution cloud systems, Nebojsa is now responsible for the development and maintenance of a custom scalable Ethereum Virtual Machine that has the ability to reverse engineer transaction execution and perform various simulations in real-time.Takeaways | The recent Solana outage highlights the challenges of scaling blockchain networks and the need for continuous infrastructure improvement.The Eigen Layer restaking protocol offers a new way to earn rewards and secure other protocols, but there are still risks and uncertainties associated with it.The DenKun upgrade and Proto-Dang Sharding are important steps towards improving scalability and reducing costs on the Ethereum network.The development of layer 2 solutions and the competition among them will play a crucial role in the future of Ethereum and blockchain technology.Sign Up for THE PROTOCOL NEWSLETTER EPISODE LINKS | Solana Back Up Following Major 5-Hour Outage EigenLayer Lifts Staking Cap, TVL Soars Past $3B Bitcoin NFT Project Taproot Wizards Sells Out First Collection, Raking in $13M Ethereum's Dencun Upgrade Reaches Final ‘Holesky' Testnet, Starting Countdown to Data 'Blobs'Tenderly From Our Sponsor: The Stellar Community Fund (SCF) is an open-application awards program that draws on community input to support developers and startups building on Stellar and Soroban. Accelerate your web3 project today.Apply for Funding at communityfund.stellar.org-The Protocol has been produced and edited by senior producer Michele Musso and our executive producer is Jared Schwartz. Our theme song is “Take Me Back” by Strength To Last.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In the Gospel of Matthew, chapter 25, verse 21, as Messiah Yeshua was telling a parable, He used the phrase, well done, you good and trustworthy servant. What does that look like, what is He talking about, and how can you be that kind of servant?• Communication• A Flowthrough of Blessing (2 Corinthians 9:5)• Giving is relative• The game• He gives you what you need for every good work (2 Corinthians 9:8)• A universal law• Won't vs. can't• Every good work• Giving for the needs of the set-apart ones• Romans 12:9 – Tenderly loving in appreciation• Rejoicing in the expectancy• Steadfast• Think you're so wise?• Doing what is right in plain view Listen to the Afterburn tomorrowTake advantage of new teachings every week. Please click the "LIKE" button if this video has been a blessing.To learn more about MTOI, visit our website, https://mtoi.org.Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mtoiworldwideFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mtoi_worldwideYou can contact MTOI by emailing us at admin@mtoi.org or calling 423-250-3020. Join us for Shabbat Services & Torah Study LIVE, streamed on our YouTube Channel every Saturday at 1:15 pm and every Friday for Torah Study Live Stream at 7:30 pm, eastern time.

On the Secret Witch Show today, Nicole is exploring the commonly missed initiation into ‘womanhood' that so many sensitive women, who were born to be ‘healers,' often experience - and how this can leave them feeling ‘powerless' and ‘unconfident', and fearing that the path of becoming a healer isn't for them (when in fact it is).   In this episode Nicole dives into the rites of passage into adulthood that we often miss in today's busy, chaotic culture - which often sees the true heart-led ‘softpower' of the Feminine as ‘weak,' ‘lazy' and ‘shameful', and leads us to suppress ourselves and people-please to fit in.  She explores how - even when we feel powerless, and like a little girl in an adult's body - we are really being called into learning to heal our wounding around power so that we can become confident women - and healers who lead powerfully from body wisdom, heart and soul.   What You'll Learn from this Episode:   Women in today's crazy modern culture will often miss the ‘initiation' into adult womanhood that our Ancestresses would have had, which leaves them feeling a lack of power - or like a ‘little girl stuck in an adult woman's body' When we don't know our power, we will doubt ourselves and lack confidence - and fear that we aren't cut out to be a healer - and this isn't true, it's just a sign that we have wounding around our power to heal first What's required is for us to tenderly learn to heal our wounding around ‘power' and learn to embody our true Feminine ‘soft-power' - the Feminine power that is innate in us that is soft, tender, open, relaxed and soul-led (which gets shamed in our society as ‘weak' and ‘lazy') Archetypal Remedy, Aurum is the antidote to this, initiating us into our Feminine soft-power and helping us to begin to illuminate and self-heal our power wounding, with self-love and compassion Without choosing into an initiation - or rite of passage - into our soft-power, we will feel stuck with our inner little girl (innocently) running the show - and largely she is making decisions from a place of fear and a ‘fight, flight, freeze or fawn' nervous system response For those sensitive women who are here to become healers - those of us who want to discover and express our gifts - we need to embody our power so that we can face the common challenges along the path of becoming a healer; and this is why our power wounding is so important to heal.   Resources and Things that We Spoke About:   Social: Tiktok - @archetypalapothecary Instagram - @iamnicolebarton Instagram - @archetypalapothecary You Tube - https://www.youtube.com/@secretwitchsociety Join our Secret Witch Society: www.facebook.com/groups/secretwitch  Next Crucible: Aurum - www.nicolebarton.co.uk/aurum  Website: www.nicolebarton.co.uk  Thank you for listening, we'd love to know what comes alive for you in this week's episode, so please let us know.   If you loved it, there's a fresh episode every other week - subscribe so you don't miss it!   Thank you, Nicole and Team Secret Witch xox

On the Secret Witch Show today, Nicole is exploring the commonly missed initiation into ‘womanhood' that so many sensitive women, who were born to be ‘healers,' often experience - and how this can leave them feeling ‘powerless' and ‘unconfident', and fearing that the path of becoming a healer isn't for them (when in fact it is).   In this episode Nicole dives into the rites of passage into adulthood that we often miss in today's busy, chaotic culture - which often sees the true heart-led ‘softpower' of the Feminine as ‘weak,' ‘lazy' and ‘shameful', and leads us to suppress ourselves and people-please to fit in.  She explores how - even when we feel powerless, and like a little girl in an adult's body - we are really being called into learning to heal our wounding around power so that we can become confident women - and healers who lead powerfully from body wisdom, heart and soul.   What You'll Learn from this Episode:   Women in today's crazy modern culture will often miss the ‘initiation' into adult womanhood that our Ancestresses would have had, which leaves them feeling a lack of power - or like a ‘little girl stuck in an adult woman's body' When we don't know our power, we will doubt ourselves and lack confidence - and fear that we aren't cut out to be a healer - and this isn't true, it's just a sign that we have wounding around our power to heal first What's required is for us to tenderly learn to heal our wounding around ‘power' and learn to embody our true Feminine ‘soft-power' - the Feminine power that is innate in us that is soft, tender, open, relaxed and soul-led (which gets shamed in our society as ‘weak' and ‘lazy') Archetypal Remedy, Aurum is the antidote to this, initiating us into our Feminine soft-power and helping us to begin to illuminate and self-heal our power wounding, with self-love and compassion Without choosing into an initiation - or rite of passage - into our soft-power, we will feel stuck with our inner little girl (innocently) running the show - and largely she is making decisions from a place of fear and a ‘fight, flight, freeze or fawn' nervous system response For those sensitive women who are here to become healers - those of us who want to discover and express our gifts - we need to embody our power so that we can face the common challenges along the path of becoming a healer; and this is why our power wounding is so important to heal.   Resources and Things that We Spoke About:   Social: Tiktok - @archetypalapothecary Instagram - @iamnicolebarton Instagram - @archetypalapothecary You Tube - https://www.youtube.com/@secretwitchsociety Join our Secret Witch Society: www.facebook.com/groups/secretwitch  Next Crucible: Aurum - www.nicolebarton.co.uk/aurum  Website: www.nicolebarton.co.uk  Thank you for listening, we'd love to know what comes alive for you in this week's episode, so please let us know.   If you loved it, there's a fresh episode every other week - subscribe so you don't miss it!   Thank you, Nicole and Team Secret Witch xox  

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Black Knight Before Christmasby  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;My panties were hung on the bedpost with care,As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed,As visions of huge cock danced in my head;My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip,I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip.When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound,I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound;And naked away, to the window I dashed,Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash.The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold,Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold.When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year,With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick,I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick.While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came,As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name;“Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen!It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'!From the tip of my rod to the sack of my ballsI'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!”His words, they made my fantasies fly;And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs;And started to spread and rub my bare lipsNow slick from the promise of a huge, black dick.And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock,And knew at the front door awaited my cock.I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs,Hot for the stud who awaited me there.When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment;Entered the room and tore off my garment;And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch;My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match.The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth,His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath;I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry,And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry.Hearing my breathing had become quite quickHe knew it was time to show me his prick.He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly,And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!”It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand;When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand;So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat;I straddled his cock and ground on his meat.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk,And sliding his finger inside of my ass,I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp.I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor,And licked the last drops of cum like a whore.And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod,“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!”And To All A Good Lay by  foehn. Recited by Connor.'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers,my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!”You'd already laid down your stockings with care,and come to molest me in my easy chair.The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last,and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast,You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down,and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown.He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic,desiring our session of love to be drastic.Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft,you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft!By flickering firelight, its head disappeared,when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared,The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass,as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass.Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air,as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere.I took in the view with a wilting erection,and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?”Santa was hopping and howling in hurt;I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt,And taking the pot, knocking over my rum,I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum.The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed,to think that this Christmas, he well could have died;And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping,I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping.When I recognized the odd look on his face,I reminded him, he had invaded our space.“And now come to think of it, where are the toys?“Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.”I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket,to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.)He walked to the chimney, and reaching within,unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din.“Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?”He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,”and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong,he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong.He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree,and turning he gave me, a new DVD;there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case,and one of them seemed to be wearing your face!He gave a big wink, walked right out the door.I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor.where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare.beneath the big blanket, now covering you there.I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side;you were already giving, your new dong a ride!And what had gone limp from our rude interruption,now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention.I reached for your free hand and guided it where;it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air.and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh,“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!”Her Night Before Christmasby Ug. Recited by NatashaTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.No creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were worn by the woman with care,She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair.The woman who should have been snug in her bed,the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head.And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor,so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger.To her door he did wander, and gave it a push,Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush.He spied a light on, in a room and did wander.looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder.Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair.This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair.He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake,but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake.He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle.which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle.The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver.decided to cup one, still she did not shiver.Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress.and finding her nipple, an interesting quest.He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh.and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high.Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin,to her panties and under, his fingers sank in.He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside.and with his free hand, then parted her thighs.And moving between, her legs he did shove.Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love.He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair,His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair.and into her pussy, his dick did so slam.then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram.He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved.Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove.She still was asleep, unaware of the world,so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl.He pushed her legs back, up over her head,And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed.He started to grunt, whilst having his fun.Then into her belly, shot all of his cum.He held himself still, til catching his breath,and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left.He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress,and zipped himself up, though she was a mess.He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door,before looking round, til he finally swore.“Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”,then crept from the house, and left her alone.He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so,soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow.But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light,“Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!”T'was The Night Before Christmasby LostNlove. Recited by Emily.It was the night before Christmas;And all through my house.The Candles were glowing;And I was quite soused.The fire was warm;And so was the brandy.As I wrapped up the gifts;I was feeling quite randy.I sat in my nightie;Short silky and white.Hoping when Santa showed;He'd enjoy such a sight.Then top of the stairs;I heard a deep groan.It sounded familiar;I let out a moan.I turned round to see;And what do you know.There stood my Santa;His shaft in a bow.I saw that red ribbon;Round that cock so hard.And jumped off the couch;Without self regard.When he saw I was tipsy;He laughed and came down.I untied that bow;And wrapped my lips ‘round.Oh, what a present!I'm one happy wench.I sucked it then faster;my nipples he pinched.I rose to my feet;L and licking my lips.Then, held mistletoe;while he gave me a kiss.We moved to the couchWhere he laid me back.And thrust in his cock;All the way to his sack.When my hips rocked he said;Oh You like that I see.”I said,“Yes all though better;On the floor on my knees.”“No problem my dear;Anything that you wish.But first come here;Give me one more kiss.”I kissed his lips softly;Then I got on the floor.He teased so I begged;“Santa please give me more.”He lifted my nightie;Up over my ass.As he gave it a slap;I let out a loud gasp.“I've watched you this year;You're so naughty but nice.”He shoved it in deep saying,“Now, let's do this twice!”I slammed back against him,As he slammed into me.I didn't yet notice;Rug burns on my knees.I moaned and I came;my juices did flow.he pounded yet faster;deep as he could go.I came then again;and convulsed quite a bit.My fingers pressed hard;On my swollen clit.As I came I could feel;His dick start to swell.He smacked on my ass;And I let out a yell.“For when you were naughty,that will suffice.and now here is something;For when you've been nice.”He grabbed my hips tight,And his cock shot a pop.I soon came again;begging please do not stop.His dick throbbed and squirted;I thought I might scream.Oh the wonderful pleasure;Of Santa's hot cream!We collapsed on the floor,His hands in my hair,Then asleep by the fire,Without any care.As he was leaving;Before the sunlight.“Oh my darling;You're such a delight!”Twats The Night Before Christmasby  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas.Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block;Nothing was stirring, except for my cock.Her panties were hung by the chimney with care,I had a good feeling she soon would be bare.I was horny and naked all snug in my bed,While visions of big boobs danced in my head.With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck,I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck.When out by the hearth there arose such a noise,It sounded like girls and could not be boys.Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude,We might have guests, I couldn't be rude.Moonlight from the window cast a warm glowAnd gave my firm cock a good reason to grow;When, what should appear through my old reading glasses,But eight college girls, and their really firm asses,With little shy giggles, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment they wanted my dick.I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing,But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing;“I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly!I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie!From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!”There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match,My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch;So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds,I was anxious to learn who would first give me head;And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick,The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick.Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits,While each girl behind her all played with her clit.My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch,Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch;A sack full of toys she brought for the girls,It was full of vibrators with one made of pearlsTheir eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry!Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry!The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor,They pleasured each other, but all wanted more.Each girl took a turn and came over to me,They mounted my cock by the light of the tree.Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast,My biggest concern was how long I would last.Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet,I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet.With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast,My wife let me know that she would be next.They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick,and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick.She lowered her pussy right onto my rod,We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad.Of all the pussies my wife's was the best,My cock was now tired and needed a rest.With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early,She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly.She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple,My smile was so big and showed off my dimple.She moved to their clits, and then one by one,Each girl did orgasm, until they were done.With evry girl limp and could take nothing more,They eventually dressed and went for the door.But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight,“Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.”Tinder Christmas EveBy HarryDNewhouse  Recited by AriaTwas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV.So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie.My kinky companion, was up for some fun.I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won.“Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone.No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone.I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick.I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick.There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back.It opens with ease, for you and your sack.I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty.Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!”A mince pie and brandy were left on the table.Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!'Well imagine my shock, when later that night.I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight.My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear.‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear'I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free.His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry.Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride.Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side.My night dress was lifted, my body left bare.Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair.The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan.Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home.By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore.If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more.Many strikes later, he decided to rise.I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs.It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there.Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair.‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal.Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'.Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise.A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes.Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor.‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!'His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered.‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered.Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded.Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded.A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice.We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice.Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied.He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride.But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?'I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen.A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass.And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass.Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen.Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen.I yet was astonished, on tinder to find.‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'.Thus read the message, from my kinky friend.That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End.Night Before Christmas: ParodyBy Eurika. Recited by RyanTwas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house'Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse.Her stockings were flung on the end of the table,But I was alone watching porn over cable.I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock.To shoot my load in an old ragged sock.From the upstairs, came a noise so gay,I jumped from my chair,  seeking some randy play.I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door'to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor.For a moment, arose such a hot burning,Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning.A little old man, she was sucking his dick.He was dressed in all red, Oh God it’s Saint Nick.His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red.My wife was below him, and giving him head.She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught.I wasn’t upset though. I thought it was hot!He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice.She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.”I gave them a smile, and nodded my head,Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed.He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free,He turned her round so she, was looking at me.Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick,She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick.At first he was slow, til she started to cum.He then fucked her hard, until she was done.He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack,And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back.He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.”He pulled up his pants, and started to go.“Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave.It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.”Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy,we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy.We looked out the window, her pussy still wet.he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jetI squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight.She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“Kay's Christmas WorshipBy drive me wilder. Recited by ClaraTwas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed.Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head.Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked,Giving him love, as they waited for Nick.Teasing his tip, then taking him deep.Both knew that this night, they’d not get much sleep.Laid out on his back, and watching her bob.His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob.It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit.She loves this good man, and she’ll never quit.Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view.Her loving like this, is giving and true.Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke.Sometimes very deep, without any choke.Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball.He’s one lucky man, tonight he stands tall.Picking the pace up, and starting to moan.There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone.It’s starting to build, there is no turning back.His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack.Rope after rope, His love juice explodes.And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads.And looking at him, with those loving eyes.His love for this woman, for her he would die.His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose,A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes.She closes her mouth, He knows what’s to follow,One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows.She worships his cock, her love pole her toy.She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy.For now it’s all over, his heart is in bliss.More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce.Donna's Night Before ChristmasBy Gaurd. Recited by Molly.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.My stockings seductively, laid on the chair,In vain hope he’d take me, right then and there.But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed.While visions of fucking, danced in my head.Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap!Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter’s nap.When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter.I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter.Despite my attire, to the window I flew.Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view.In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show.I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below.And what to my wondering, eyes could I see.But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me.I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick.But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick.More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame.He whistled and shouted, and called out my name!"Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid.Come on my vixen, don’t try to look stupid.Come down to the porch! And open the door!Now dash and come down! I want to see more!With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain,I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain.Despite my frustration, I got back to bed.'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead!I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way.Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée.Then To my amazement, In trembling I found.The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound.He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe.Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show!Up I was bundled, and flung on my back.He open his suit, and showed me his sack.His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!It looked he’d already, been hard at the sherry!My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below.My best Christmas gift,  he presented to show.The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby.Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby.But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head.Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk.He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side.He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide!His gift was so large, I nearly had cried.I came more than once, from his big woody ride.And then out he pulled, and over my belly.He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly!He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear.And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer.And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away."Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Black Knight Before Christmasby  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;My panties were hung on the bedpost with care,As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed,As visions of huge cock danced in my head;My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip,I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip.When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound,I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound;And naked away, to the window I dashed,Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash.The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold,Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold.When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year,With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick,I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick.While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came,As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name;“Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen!It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'!From the tip of my rod to the sack of my ballsI'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!”His words, they made my fantasies fly;And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs;And started to spread and rub my bare lipsNow slick from the promise of a huge, black dick.And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock,And knew at the front door awaited my cock.I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs,Hot for the stud who awaited me there.When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment;Entered the room and tore off my garment;And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch;My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match.The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth,His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath;I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry,And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry.Hearing my breathing had become quite quickHe knew it was time to show me his prick.He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly,And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!”It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand;When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand;So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat;I straddled his cock and ground on his meat.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk,And sliding his finger inside of my ass,I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp.I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor,And licked the last drops of cum like a whore.And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod,“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!”And To All A Good Lay by  foehn. Recited by Connor.'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers,my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!”You'd already laid down your stockings with care,and come to molest me in my easy chair.The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last,and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast,You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down,and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown.He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic,desiring our session of love to be drastic.Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft,you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft!By flickering firelight, its head disappeared,when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared,The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass,as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass.Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air,as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere.I took in the view with a wilting erection,and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?”Santa was hopping and howling in hurt;I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt,And taking the pot, knocking over my rum,I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum.The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed,to think that this Christmas, he well could have died;And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping,I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping.When I recognized the odd look on his face,I reminded him, he had invaded our space.“And now come to think of it, where are the toys?“Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.”I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket,to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.)He walked to the chimney, and reaching within,unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din.“Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?”He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,”and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong,he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong.He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree,and turning he gave me, a new DVD;there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case,and one of them seemed to be wearing your face!He gave a big wink, walked right out the door.I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor.where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare.beneath the big blanket, now covering you there.I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side;you were already giving, your new dong a ride!And what had gone limp from our rude interruption,now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention.I reached for your free hand and guided it where;it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air.and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh,“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!”Her Night Before Christmasby Ug. Recited by NatashaTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.No creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were worn by the woman with care,She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair.The woman who should have been snug in her bed,the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head.And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor,so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger.To her door he did wander, and gave it a push,Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush.He spied a light on, in a room and did wander.looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder.Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair.This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair.He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake,but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake.He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle.which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle.The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver.decided to cup one, still she did not shiver.Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress.and finding her nipple, an interesting quest.He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh.and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high.Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin,to her panties and under, his fingers sank in.He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside.and with his free hand, then parted her thighs.And moving between, her legs he did shove.Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love.He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair,His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair.and into her pussy, his dick did so slam.then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram.He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved.Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove.She still was asleep, unaware of the world,so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl.He pushed her legs back, up over her head,And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed.He started to grunt, whilst having his fun.Then into her belly, shot all of his cum.He held himself still, til catching his breath,and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left.He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress,and zipped himself up, though she was a mess.He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door,before looking round, til he finally swore.“Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”,then crept from the house, and left her alone.He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so,soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow.But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light,“Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!”T'was The Night Before Christmasby LostNlove. Recited by Emily.It was the night before Christmas;And all through my house.The Candles were glowing;And I was quite soused.The fire was warm;And so was the brandy.As I wrapped up the gifts;I was feeling quite randy.I sat in my nightie;Short silky and white.Hoping when Santa showed;He'd enjoy such a sight.Then top of the stairs;I heard a deep groan.It sounded familiar;I let out a moan.I turned round to see;And what do you know.There stood my Santa;His shaft in a bow.I saw that red ribbon;Round that cock so hard.And jumped off the couch;Without self regard.When he saw I was tipsy;He laughed and came down.I untied that bow;And wrapped my lips ‘round.Oh, what a present!I'm one happy wench.I sucked it then faster;my nipples he pinched.I rose to my feet;L and licking my lips.Then, held mistletoe;while he gave me a kiss.We moved to the couchWhere he laid me back.And thrust in his cock;All the way to his sack.When my hips rocked he said;Oh You like that I see.”I said,“Yes all though better;On the floor on my knees.”“No problem my dear;Anything that you wish.But first come here;Give me one more kiss.”I kissed his lips softly;Then I got on the floor.He teased so I begged;“Santa please give me more.”He lifted my nightie;Up over my ass.As he gave it a slap;I let out a loud gasp.“I've watched you this year;You're so naughty but nice.”He shoved it in deep saying,“Now, let's do this twice!”I slammed back against him,As he slammed into me.I didn't yet notice;Rug burns on my knees.I moaned and I came;my juices did flow.he pounded yet faster;deep as he could go.I came then again;and convulsed quite a bit.My fingers pressed hard;On my swollen clit.As I came I could feel;His dick start to swell.He smacked on my ass;And I let out a yell.“For when you were naughty,that will suffice.and now here is something;For when you've been nice.”He grabbed my hips tight,And his cock shot a pop.I soon came again;begging please do not stop.His dick throbbed and squirted;I thought I might scream.Oh the wonderful pleasure;Of Santa's hot cream!We collapsed on the floor,His hands in my hair,Then asleep by the fire,Without any care.As he was leaving;Before the sunlight.“Oh my darling;You're such a delight!”Twats The Night Before Christmasby  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas.Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block;Nothing was stirring, except for my cock.Her panties were hung by the chimney with care,I had a good feeling she soon would be bare.I was horny and naked all snug in my bed,While visions of big boobs danced in my head.With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck,I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck.When out by the hearth there arose such a noise,It sounded like girls and could not be boys.Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude,We might have guests, I couldn't be rude.Moonlight from the window cast a warm glowAnd gave my firm cock a good reason to grow;When, what should appear through my old reading glasses,But eight college girls, and their really firm asses,With little shy giggles, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment they wanted my dick.I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing,But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing;“I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly!I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie!From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!”There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match,My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch;So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds,I was anxious to learn who would first give me head;And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick,The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick.Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits,While each girl behind her all played with her clit.My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch,Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch;A sack full of toys she brought for the girls,It was full of vibrators with one made of pearlsTheir eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry!Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry!The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor,They pleasured each other, but all wanted more.Each girl took a turn and came over to me,They mounted my cock by the light of the tree.Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast,My biggest concern was how long I would last.Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet,I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet.With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast,My wife let me know that she would be next.They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick,and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick.She lowered her pussy right onto my rod,We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad.Of all the pussies my wife's was the best,My cock was now tired and needed a rest.With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early,She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly.She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple,My smile was so big and showed off my dimple.She moved to their clits, and then one by one,Each girl did orgasm, until they were done.With evry girl limp and could take nothing more,They eventually dressed and went for the door.But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight,“Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.”Tinder Christmas EveBy HarryDNewhouse  Recited by AriaTwas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV.So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie.My kinky companion, was up for some fun.I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won.“Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone.No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone.I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick.I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick.There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back.It opens with ease, for you and your sack.I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty.Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!”A mince pie and brandy were left on the table.Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!'Well imagine my shock, when later that night.I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight.My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear.‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear'I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free.His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry.Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride.Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side.My night dress was lifted, my body left bare.Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair.The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan.Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home.By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore.If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more.Many strikes later, he decided to rise.I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs.It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there.Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair.‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal.Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'.Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise.A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes.Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor.‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!'His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered.‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered.Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded.Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded.A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice.We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice.Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied.He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride.But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?'I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen.A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass.And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass.Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen.Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen.I yet was astonished, on tinder to find.‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'.Thus read the message, from my kinky friend.That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End.Night Before Christmas: ParodyBy Eurika. Recited by RyanTwas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house'Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse.Her stockings were flung on the end of the table,But I was alone watching porn over cable.I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock.To shoot my load in an old ragged sock.From the upstairs, came a noise so gay,I jumped from my chair,  seeking some randy play.I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door'to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor.For a moment, arose such a hot burning,Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning.A little old man, she was sucking his dick.He was dressed in all red, Oh God it’s Saint Nick.His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red.My wife was below him, and giving him head.She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught.I wasn’t upset though. I thought it was hot!He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice.She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.”I gave them a smile, and nodded my head,Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed.He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free,He turned her round so she, was looking at me.Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick,She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick.At first he was slow, til she started to cum.He then fucked her hard, until she was done.He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack,And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back.He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.”He pulled up his pants, and started to go.“Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave.It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.”Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy,we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy.We looked out the window, her pussy still wet.he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jetI squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight.She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“Kay's Christmas WorshipBy drive me wilder. Recited by ClaraTwas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed.Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head.Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked,Giving him love, as they waited for Nick.Teasing his tip, then taking him deep.Both knew that this night, they’d not get much sleep.Laid out on his back, and watching her bob.His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob.It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit.She loves this good man, and she’ll never quit.Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view.Her loving like this, is giving and true.Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke.Sometimes very deep, without any choke.Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball.He’s one lucky man, tonight he stands tall.Picking the pace up, and starting to moan.There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone.It’s starting to build, there is no turning back.His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack.Rope after rope, His love juice explodes.And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads.And looking at him, with those loving eyes.His love for this woman, for her he would die.His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose,A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes.She closes her mouth, He knows what’s to follow,One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows.She worships his cock, her love pole her toy.She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy.For now it’s all over, his heart is in bliss.More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce.Donna's Night Before ChristmasBy Gaurd. Recited by Molly.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.My stockings seductively, laid on the chair,In vain hope he’d take me, right then and there.But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed.While visions of fucking, danced in my head.Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap!Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter’s nap.When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter.I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter.Despite my attire, to the window I flew.Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view.In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show.I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below.And what to my wondering, eyes could I see.But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me.I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick.But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick.More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame.He whistled and shouted, and called out my name!"Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid.Come on my vixen, don’t try to look stupid.Come down to the porch! And open the door!Now dash and come down! I want to see more!With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain,I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain.Despite my frustration, I got back to bed.'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead!I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way.Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée.Then To my amazement, In trembling I found.The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound.He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe.Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show!Up I was bundled, and flung on my back.He open his suit, and showed me his sack.His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!It looked he’d already, been hard at the sherry!My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below.My best Christmas gift,  he presented to show.The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby.Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby.But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head.Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk.He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side.He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide!His gift was so large, I nearly had cried.I came more than once, from his big woody ride.And then out he pulled, and over my belly.He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly!He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear.And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer.And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away."Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

Wisdom from the Abbey–Mother Hilda–The Freezer Man (Mother Hilda's story of their walk-in freezer being on the blink and freezer man coming to fix it. After checking the temperature and fan, he ambled outside to work away at a piece of machinery, a fair distance from the freezer. After some considerable time, as he was getting ready to leave, he said, keep your eye on it, I'll be back in a month's time. I can hear the parts that need replacing, but if anything happens, get right on to me. And away he went, leaving me totally reassured. Sometimes you and I ask God to fix things. We present our dodgy freezers of heart and mind, our broken-down dreams, our matters of dire necessity, and he doesn't seem to be on the job at all. We can't feel him. There are no signs that anything is getting better. Yet all the while, he is listening to the bits that need replacing. Tenderly feeling the parts that are plain worn out. He's checking the gas of grace that keeps us ticking over and alert for whatever the leakage is that stops us from living at full stream. He gives us instructions in his word; ask and you shall receive, trust in me. You can be very sure he is indeed on the job, even though he looks as though he hasn't come anywhere near you. And don't worry if whatever is concerning you breaks down again, He'll be back.)

The Rev’d Ethan Magness offers this reflection on the first Sunday of Advent

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“Softly and Tenderly,” which was originally known as “Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling,” is a classic invitation hymn from the 19th century. The text was written, and the tune was composed by Will Thompson who was a composer of gospel, secular, and patriotic songs. This is a song which reminds us that we are saved by responding to the call of Jesus in the gospel to repent.

Katie returns to JOY after her break and makes a start on the long list of great songs that were released while she was away. She discovers why Irish artist... LEARN MORE The post Tenderly – Show #293 (part 1), 1 October 2023 appeared first on Miss Chatelaine.

Song List:1- The Longer I Serve Him2- Something Beautiful3- That Will Be a Glad Reunion Day4- A Beautiful Day5- Sis. Pam and Bro. Chris-Gentle Shepherd6- My Savior's Love7- Oh How He Loves You and Me8- Oh How I Love Jesus9- Blessed Be the NameMessage: Bro. Steve LeCroyScripture: 1 John 2:18-29; "Confidence in Him."Invitation- Only Trust Him; Softly and Tenderly

This episode is a conversation between Oni Blecher and Jacqui Lewis. Jacqui Lewis is a meditation teacher, mentor, an author of four books, a Tedx Speaker, and hosts leadership programs globally. She co-founded The Broad Place, a global school sharing ancient knowledge and modern neuroscience, tools and experiences for higher grade living with Arran Russell. She focuses on philosophy and tools for greater clarity, creativity and consciousness and bringing a grounded, innovative and resilient approach into the lives of her students and clients. A student of Eastern wisdom, neuroscience and psychology, she continues to study and integrate these teachings into her work.In this interview, Jacqui shares her diverse and personal experience as a mother, including motherhood and work, creativity, and tuning in to your own wisdom in a world saturated with information. We also discuss Jacqui's book ‘Mothers Mind Cleanse' and hear about her own impetus and writing process. Enjoy this conversation To tune into Jacqui's work, head to:https://thebroadplace.com.auInstagram: @thebroadplace

Message: Revelation 23 Songs: The Old Gospel Ship; Softly & Tenderly; I’m New Born Again Host: Rev. Dennis Campbell The post Dr. Fred Hartman – Revelation 23 appeared first on MGO Radio/Canada's National Bible Hour.

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In Babak Jalali's playfully eccentric FREMONT focuses on a beautiful and troubled 20-something Donya, an Afghan translator who used to work with the U.S. government and now has trouble sleeping. Each morning Donya (Anaita Wali Zada) leaves her tight-knit community of Afghan immigrants in Fremont, California. She crosses the Bay to work at a family-run fortune cookie factory in San Francisco. Donya drifts through her routine, struggling to connect with the culture and people of her new, unfamiliar surroundings while processing complicated feelings about her past as a translator for the U.S. government in Afghanistan. Unable to sleep, she finagles her way into a regular slot with a therapist (Gregg Turkington) who grasps for prospective role models. When an unexpected promotion at work thrusts Donya into the position to write her own story, she communicates her loneliness and longing through a concise medium: the fortunes inside each cookie. Donya's koans travel, making a humble social impact and expanding her world far beyond Fremont and her turbulent past, including an encounter with a quiet auto mechanic (Jeremy Allen White) who could stand to see his own world expanded. Tenderly sculpted and lyrically shot in black-and-white, Babak Jalali's FREMONT is a wry, deadpan vision of the universal longing for home. Babak joins us for a conversation on the moment he knew that casting an unknown actor, Anaita Wali Zada as Donya, his instinctual decision, in collaboration with cinematographer Laura Valladao would work, the calming effect of Gregg Turkington, and the joy he derived from his time spent in the Afghan community of Fremont, California. For more go to: musicboxfilms.com/film/fremont

It's been one week since the life awakening moment with the man on the beach. A week of managing my body and mind's response. I've been doing some reading about the normal and natural responses after delivering CPR and it's been a nice reminder that how I've been feeling is indeed, normal. I've been doing nothing, so the doing can be done. Rest has been my best friend. Sleep has been my companion. Laying in the sun has been my healer. Talking to trusted friends and peers has been my warm blanket. Space, quiet and time has been my medicine. To be able to honour the body by listening to it and tending to it, and not give power to the thoughts that say, "get up you lazy woman, get on with it, you're weak", has been the greatest gift of all. There is so much magic in the simplest remedies. UPCOMING EVENTSZEROFKS Dance Party - 22nd August, Melbourne, Australia. Book here!WORK WITH ME 1:1 - Coach with Kat.As of July 31st '23, I have space to work with x6 clients who are seeking to do the work in the area of authenticity. SUBSCRIBE TO MY MEDITATION MEMBERSHIP - TAKE YOUR MEDS - Take Your Meds Meditation Membership - Join now.REMEDY FIRST TRAINING - HAYLEYHLTAID009 Provide Cardiopulmonary ResuscitationPETE COLESTranspersonal CounsellorSupport the show

Pearl of Great PriceSCRIPTUREMatthew 13: 45 - 46MUSICLord Of Glory, Who Hast Bought UsSoftly and Tenderly

Today we are looking at a song that looks at the calling of Christ on our lives and eternity. It's wonderful to know that our God who knew is in eternity past has placed a call to us that is so wonderfully magnificent

A princess and her knight meet for a secret tryst.by Brie de Jour . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Princess Jenevieve's heart was pounded loud in her ears as she made her way along the darkening path. The autumn trees surrounding her seemed to glitter in the last rays of the swiftly setting sun . But soon the woods parted and she found herself in the open expanse of the tournament field. The arena that had so recently been teeming with spectators, minstrels and jesters was now fortunately deserted. Still Jenevieve took care to keep to the shadows.Skirts in hand, she crept along the stands, dodging refuse the rabble had left behind after the day's entertainments. She glanced over at the nearby list where only a few hours ago armored knights had shown off their own particular brand of civilized bloodlust- charging their opponents head on, hooves pounding, lances raised, to the roar of cheering crowds. All was quiet now apart from the crisp rustling of banners billowing in the breeze.The sun had just slipped below the horizon as Jenevieve's ultimate destination came into view, illuminated by the light of a single lantern. She quickened her pace. The smell of hay, leather and other less savory accoutrement of horses hit her nose long before she ever reached the entrance to the stables. It may not have been the loveliest of odors but she liked it because it reminded her of him. The reason she had risked all to venture out into the perilous night.Peering into the dark interior she scanned the shadows, seeing only the skittering silhouette of horses. A full moon hung low in the sky and splinters of its silvery beams streamed through the rafters. She had just taken a few steps into the structure when two strong arms seized her from behind.Jenevieve thrashed about instinctively. The cry of sheer panic that erupted from her chest was muffled by the large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth. She had been discovered! Her mind tried to formulate a plausible excuse for a princess to be at the stables at such an hour, but fear fogged her brain.Then as abruptly as she had been apprehended her captor released her. She spun on shaky legs to see who had caught her. The large figure was mostly hidden by darkness but she could make out the glint of a metal chest plate. A knight. She craned her neck further, past the armor. The face was shadowed but for the eyes. The irises were a bright green that glowed from within like sunlight through stain glass. She knew those eyes anywhere.“Eldrick!” She exclaimed.He stepped out of the shadow. Although with his tall stature, chiseled good looks and noble baring, he might as well have stepped out of the pages of a story book. A closely-cropped beard accentuating the masculine angles of his face. His head was crowned with an unruly mass of nearly-black hair that made a woman ache to sink her fingers through it. His eyes were two verdant pools of desire in which an unsuspecting lady might easily drown.Sir Eldrick was handsome, gallant, brave, and just a bit cocksure. Qualities to endanger any woman's heart and Jenevieve's was no exception.For though she be a princess she was still a woman.Without further ado, she rushed into his arms. In a scene as old as creation, the lovers shared a passionate embrace under the moonlight. Then she abruptly slapped him in the face- a scene nearly as old.“You practically scared me to death.” She seethed.Eldrick's lips turned up in an easy smile that revealed a flash of dazzling, white teeth. “You needn't worry about Death with me around. If he came near you I'd cut him down with my sword.”“Are you ever serious?”“I'm quite serious about getting out of this heavy armor.”“I see you let your squire go early.” As Jenevieve spoke she set to work on the bindings of his chest plate, taking the opportunity to admire the finely decorated surface. In the center of the shining metal was a rearing white steed on a field of red. Eldrick's coat of arms and the reason for his nickname of the Rampant Stallion. (At least one of the reasons.)“Sam is a good lad but he cannot compete with your undressing skills.”“Well, they say practice makes perfect.” She winked.Finally, the last binding gave way. The heavy clatter of armor hitting the ground was followed by a low sigh of relief.Next, she raised on her tiptoes to slip the shimmering chainmail over Eldrick's lofty head. Thus divested, the lantern light revealed a well-proportioned torso barely concealed by a thin tunic. The evidence of a deep bruise peeked out of the neckline. She traced the mark on his shoulder with her finger, concern creasing her brow.He merely shrugged, “tis but a scratch.”It didn't look like a scratch, but the wound did nothing to diminish his masculine allure. His powerful presence seemed to fill the entire space and steal the breath from her lungs. Seeing him standing there, the warm light playing off the contours of his thickly muscled bronze flesh, she knew she never had a chance against all that raw male beauty.It had started out harmless enough when he first came to court the previous winter. Just a few furtive glances and a little innocent flirtation. But Eldrick was relentless in his campaign of love and soon his sweet words and tempting smile wore down her defenses. The warmth between them had grown gradually until there was no stopping the inferno that followed.“I thought you might want this back.” Eldrick's words jarred her out of her memories. As he spoke he reached beneath his tunic and handed her the ornately embroidered cloth. “It served me well today.”“Champion again.” She tucked the kerchief carefully into her flared sleeve.“Thanks to you.”“Still, you shouldn't have requested my favor at the tournament today.”“You are my princess.” He answered in a husky baritone.“But we must be careful not to attract undue attention in front of all those prying eyes. Choose another. After seeing you perched atop your pure white steed there is hardly a lady at court who would not happily fall at your feet to give you her favor.”“Fall at my feet, you say.” He ran a hand across his beard in contemplation. “Whose favor should I take then? Perhaps Lady Seraphina, she is rather angelic.”“And dull as a mud puddle.” Jenevieve replied, trying and failing to conceal the jealousy in her voice.“What of Lady Arabella. I've heard many a man admire her beauty.” He teased.“Though none have ever admired her wit.” She countered quickly.“But she makes up for her lack of wit with other fine qualities. Abundance of cleavage, for instance.” He parried, eyes alight with mischief.“Swine!” She growled, lashing out with fists raised.In one smooth move Eldrick blocked the hit and pinned her arms behind her back. He looked down on her, emerald eyes twinkling with triumph, while she tried to free herself from his grip.“You are the most beautiful woman in the kingdom and you well know it. You have blinded me to the charms of other women. For why would anyone bother to gaze at the stars with the glorious sun before them to dazzle their eyes?”Jenevieve stilled in his hold, her anger dissolving. ‘Twas difficult to stay mad at him while he poured sweet words into her ear. To say nothing of his fine eyes and seductive smile. How very disagreeable of him to be so agreeable to the senses.She no longer resisted when he pulled her against his chest in a forceful embrace. He was warm and she could feel that warmth seeping into her. ‘Twas pure alchemy when they touched, their two baser forms combining to create something infinitely more precious.With a sweep of his hand, he pulled the conical hat from her head so that the silky strands of golden curls cascaded down her back. Then he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. She could practically feel the heat of victory still pumping through his veins. “You know I win for you.”“Poppycock.” She steeled her resolve and pulled herself from his arms. This time her let her. “You win for yourself. I would prefer if you lost more yet risked less. My heart leaps in fear every time I see you charging down that list.”“Not to worry. No knight I've er' met can unhorse me. Yet not all wounds are so tangible. My heart suffers as well.” He seized her hand to press it to the hard plain of his chest so she could make out the steady heartbeat thumping beneath her palm. “It feels as if it has been pierced by a leaded spear every time I see you with the prince.”“Please, let's not talk of my husband.”“His Highness is no more insufferable than the average royal accustomed to always getting his way. If only he spent as much time ruling as he did draining goblets and chasing skirts he would make for a decent prince.”“He has given me everything.” She offered, feeling the strange need to defend her derelict husband. Reginald may not be the best of husbands but if it hadn't been for him she would still be a lowly serf, serving ale in some dingy tavern.“Everything except for what you truly need. Love.” Eldrick insisted, his voice a low rumble that tingled her palm. She reluctantly pulled it away and took a step back. “Are you worried that we'll be discovered?”“He is not likely to notice.” She shrugged. Swaddled in ermine and arrogance, Prince Reginald was too busy feasting and philandering to notice much. “I am nothing but another symbol of status for him. No different than his fancy jewels or his royal hounds. He pays me no mind as long as I sit by his side, smiling sweetly and waving to the crowd.”“Then he is a bigger fool than I thought.” Eldrick said. “For you are far more precious than any crown jewel. I can scarcely keep my eyes off you. Your skin is like rose petals. Your eyes are blue and fathomless like the deepest river.”She raised one golden eyebrow. “Which am I, a rose or a river?”“You, my love, are a dragon. Full of fire and fearsome beauty to tempt knights to their doom.” He pronounced, his face a mixture of lust and amusement.“A dragon, am I? What a silver tongue you have.” She chuckled.“Was it not my tongue that won me fair lady.” He clasped her to him and ran that silvery appendage down the column of her neck, sending a fierce shudder down her spine.“So to speak,” she whispered. “And would you go to your doom for your dragon lady?”“Most happily.” He growled before closing the gap between them and forcefully claiming her mouth.He kissed her with such passion and urgency, as if he never wanted their lips to be parted again. It was a kiss of conquest but with an edge of sweetness. When she felt his tongue attempting entrance she parted her lips to allow him to explore her willing mouth.As he plundered her deeply, she felt her whole body grew hot and tingly. The intensity of his kiss made her head spin as though she had drunk too much wine. The power of the man intoxicated her. It overpowered her reason so that she was willing to hazard everything to feel his lips upon hers once more.She may be naught but a weak sinner but falling for Eldrick didn't feel weak. It didn't feel like sin or betrayal. It felt like paradise.He pressed her closer with an arm around her waist and her body melted into his like snow before a naked flame. Dizzy with longing, she clung to him to steady herself. Feeling the hard muscles of his biceps tense and roll beneath her fingers, she trembled at the thought of the strength that lie just beneath the skin.Relentlessly, his lips moved down her body, pressing them over whatever flesh he could find. His whisker-rough chin rasped along the soft flesh of her throat to her collarbone and beyond, leaving a tingling trail of fire in its wake. A firm tug released her left breast from the low-cut neckline of her tight bodice. With one hand still holding hers back, he dipped his head to worship the lush swell with his keen tongue, teasing the rosy tip until it raised to a hard peak.‘Twasn't long before his free hand joined in a two-pronged assault on her senses. Eldrick roved over her velvet encased curves, handling her with the unerring instincts of a seasoned warrior. Knowing just where to nibble and caress so that she was soon mewling and writhing under his sure touch.He sucked her nipple into his mouth, forcing a sharp inhale from her lips. Arching forward, she offered it up to him while riding the wide expanse of his thigh that she found pressed between her legs. A sharp throb of desire went through her as she rubbed up on the hard bulge of his cock, barely contained by the thin fabric of his hose.“This is madness.” She uttered as she continued to rock against him. “Reginald would have our heads if he knew.”“Completely mad,” he agreed between feathery kisses along her delicate jawline.“It's reckless and foolish.” She interjected, once she managed a full breath.“Utterly foolish.” Eldrick answered as his lips continued their journey down her neck.“Don't stop though.”“Never.”He claimed her mouth again. The kiss was slower this time, more lingering. In the past they rarely had time for lengthy preliminaries, instead having to take their forbidden pleasures in brief stolen moments. Not that Jenevieve really minded. She found the haste only amplified their violent desire, further stoking the white-hot flames of their passion.Yet on this night, with the wagging tongues of the court occupied with feasting and drinking, Eldrick seemed determined to take his time. To allow a slow burn to envelop them both. And Jenevieve was certainly feeling the heat. When their lips finally parted, she was reduced to nothing but a smoldering puddle of liquid desire.Lost in blind lust, she clutched at the rough fabric of Eldrick's tunic to support her unsteady legs while he slowly untied the fur-lined cape from around her neck. Once the tie had given way he pulled it from her slender shoulders. Cape in one hand and lantern in the other, he disappeared into the nearest empty stall.“What are you about?” She called after him, already missing his presence.“Making a bed fit for a princess.” He answered while fluttering the garment down over a pile of fresh hay.Bold green eyes, glinting with purpose and power, met hers. The look sucked the air from her lungs. Before she could recover her breath, he was upon her. A second later she felt herself being flung over his broad shoulder. After a few long strides he plopped her down on the makeshift mattress, giving rise to a peel of feminine laughter. The laughter turned to a breathy moan as his calloused hand worked its way up her leg.Teasingly slowly he pushed up her gown, the rich purple velvet sliding over her slim white thighs, past the fullness of her hips, to finally gather around her narrow waist. Nestled between her legs, he looked up at her with a sly smirk before latching his eyes on the exposed thatch of curls that lightly veiled her sex.Using gentle fingers, he spread the petals of her feminine flower, baring the slick seam to his hungry gaze. Ever so lightly, his finger brushed her mound, yet it sent a thunderbolt of electric pleasure through her whole being.His intent was clear. Though the extent of his arousal was extremely evident through his fitted hose, he seemed determined to put his own needs aside to attend to hers. And they say chivalry is dead she thought as he lowered his face towards the place between her legs. Then the thought was driven from her head as the wet heat of his mouth made contact with her cunny. As his tongue rasped across her seam she let out a sweet sigh of surrender and her limbs went limp with pleasure.He was gentle at first. Almost torturously so, touching her tenderly, reverently, as if she were a holy relic. His mouth paid careful devotion to every fold gradually until she was unconsciously arching to meet his caress in a silent plea for more. The plea did not go unanswered. By and by his ministrations intensified, his tongue a living flame that would consume her. Lips feasted, fingers probed. Jenevieve's hips gyrated in time with his searching tongue and pumping digits. She tossed her head from side to side, defenseless against the onslaught of pleasure.Craving more still, she wound her fingers into his dark hair to press him closer. Taking the hint, Eldrick's lips latched onto her clit. He lapped at the aching bud repeatedly until she was moaning and panting with rising tension. He held her teetering on the brink for some time. Then suddenly the tension broke and she was screaming out his name as she tumbled over the precipice of pleasure.The release was violent in its intensity and boundless in its scope. Shudders of ecstasy wracked her whole body and shattered her world. Still Eldrick did not cease his gentle lapping until the last quake of pleasure had passed and she slumped, gasping and boneless, onto the hay.“Mmm, ‘tis warm as honey and twice as sweet.” He hummed as he licked her juices from his lips.“Now I would taste you.” Jenevieve muttered once she had finally regained the power of speech. Swiftly she dropped to her knees before him and made quick work of the laces of his hose. His cock sprang up between them, hard, long and straight. A weapon well suited to the formidable knight who wielded it, and it was pointed straight at her. Yet she did not shrink from it as a lesser adversary surely would. She took it on without hesitation.She wrapped her fingers around the girthy base, her thumb barely meeting with her middle finger. It seemed to swell further as she glided her slick palm up his length and down again. A creamy drop of arousal gathered at the rounded tip. She licked it up and the salty tang that exploded on her tongue only made her mouth water further.As Jenevieve drew his cock into her mouth he threw his head back and muttered something halfway between a prayer and a curse. Emboldened by his response, she took him further into her eager mouth, clutching his muscular thighs as she strove to fit in as much of the sizable organ as she could. Her pains were rewarded by a low moan wrested from her opponent's lips.Desire, though so recently satisfied, was already beginning to reassert itself through an insistent throbbing between her legs. She felt the wet evidence of that desire overflowing her cunny and trickling down her thigh. It was always thus with her knight of hearts. He alone triggered an unslakable thirst inside her that only seemed to grow the deeper she drank.Eldrick's thirst seemed to be equally unquenchable. His muscles bunched and strained the limits of knightly endurance in an effort to hold back his pleasure. His jaw was clenched tightly, his brow furrowed. Soft pants turned to loud groans as Jenevieve's tongue slipped slowly over his salty length to circle the smooth head.“Enough!” He finally roared and pulled himself from her mouth.The next thing she knew, Jenevieve was being hauled up onto her feet and forced face first against the wall of the stable. She barely had time to catch her breath when she felt a rush of cool air on her thighs as Eldrick jerked up her gown. His booted foot nudged her legs wider, a firm hand on her spine tilting her forward so that her backside was hitched upward. Seconds later she was crying out as he plunged his powerful male organ into her to the hilt.There was no escape for her there. Pinned between the rough wooden wall and his unyielding body, she was completely at his mercy. Which was exactly where she wanted to be.Her fierce knight went at full-tilt and she welcomed the ferocity. Their combined need was too great for restraint or finesse. Setting a punishing rhythm, he surged into her with all his might. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the rafters, mixing with the neighing and whinnying of horses.“I've been dreaming of this all day.” Eldrick hissed between gritted teeth. “Tell me that you think of this as much as I do.”“I can think of nothing else.”“Tell me that you are just as completely and recklessly in love as I am.” He thrust with strokes so forceful that they nearly lifted her slippered feet off the ground.“My heart belongs only to you, my love.” Her voice tightened as she felt another climax looming into view.“Then run away with me.” Eldrick said in a dangerously serious tone.She whimpered in protest as his hips suddenly ceased their driving motion. With a flurry of silken hair and velvety skirts, he spun her around to face him. The look of utter longing and vulnerability on his face shook her to the core.A moment passed, then another, the appeal hanging heavy in the air between them. They both knew it was an impossible fantasy. As if somehow their love could defy duty and god and destiny to forge a new fate together. It was absurd. But in their stolen moments in one another's arms it almost seemed possible. Almost.Jenevieve looked up and their eyes met for one soul-shattering instant before she cast her gaze to the floor.“Be reasonable, my love.” At last she answered in a soft, hollow voice. “There is no place we can go that the prince won't find us. Besides, what ever would we do? Become simple farmers in a wattle and daub hut. I cannot ask you to trade in your sword and titles for a patch of dirt and a pitch fork.”“But I would most willingly. I need only you, Jenevieve. Titles, prestige, glory, they all became meaningless the moment I saw your face.” He held her fiercely. “Run away with me and our humble hovel will seem like a castle with you by my side.”“One day.” She replied, not knowing if her words were true but hoping against hope that they were.She felt his grip on her easing as if she was already slipping through his fingers. His voice dropped. “No one is promised anything but today.”“Then let us not waste it with talk of an uncertain future. Now is ours.”Jenevieve shoved him roughly so that he tumbled backwards onto the bed of straw. Before he could object she was straddling him and pressing her lips to his. He accepted her kiss, but his body remained stiff and restrained. He was determined to hold back, she saw it in the tightness of his jaw, felt in in the tautness of his muscles. Nevertheless, she was equally determined to conquer his resistance. She would not let thoughts of tomorrow ruin this glorious night.Gradually Eldrick returned her kiss, thrusting his tongue to duel with hers. Their mouths sparred. Their bodies battled. As the kiss deepened she felt his resistance waver. He softened, his rigid frame easing so that she could press her soft curve against him. Though one part of his body remained decidedly stiff. His erection bobbed up between them.Without breaking the kiss, she shifted her weight so that his hard shaft was prodding between the lips of her sex. She let the tip slip inside and they both groaned in unison. Slowly she slid down inch by inch, feeling her inner walls stretch to accommodate his thickness, until they were fully joined.She took control of their lovemaking and this time and he let her. He let her set the pace. Taking him deep inside, she rode faster and faster, allowing herself to be impaled on his lance over and over again.Never had she felt so powerful as she did in these moments with him. For her whole life men had sought to take power from her, to control her, to make her feel less than, but not Eldrick. He built her up, imbued her with strength and daring until she felt invincible.“What would you do for your princess?” She asked, digging her nails into his broad shoulders.“Anything,” Eldrick swore between gritted teeth. He reached up to fondle her breasts and she hissed out a sound of pleasure.“Would you betray your oaths for me?”“My devotion belongs only to you.”“Would you die for me?”“Aye, a thousand times.” He growled, his body tense like a rearing steed.She was clutching him fiercely, nails digging deeper until they left crimson trails in his bronze skin. As her legs wrapped around him ever tighter, she felt a surge of possessiveness. He was her knight. Hers to command. Hers to enjoy. And she would, by god, even if it cost her everything. Even if it cost her her life.Balancing on a sword's edge of pleasure she rode his pikestaff with increased speed. Her knight groaned low in his throat and muttered declarations of affection, but they were broken and unintelligible. In wordless response she arched her back, writhing madly on his cock. Her yellow hair spilled around them wildly as she bounced.“Upon my soul, I will love thee forever and always.” He panted out his devotion.“Yes, forever and always,” she repeated, sealing the vow with a deep kiss.In that moment they shared one breath, one heart, one soul. With only a single lantern and the bright fire of their passion to keep the darkness at bay, they sought salvation in one another's embrace. Their bodies were locked in a battle to stave off grim reality for a few more precious minutes. As if the sheer force of their love, only allowed to exist in moonlight and shadow, could banish the dawn so that they may never be parted again.Alas, they could not hold back their pleasure forever, any more than they could hold back the rising sun.The slow torment of lust built little by little until it became an unstoppable force. Finally, the heavenly sensation overtook them. They reached their peak together. Beneath her, Eldrick was bucking and spilling inside her, flooding her pulsing channel with warmth.Jenevieve heard her own keening cries but they sounded far away. She had abandoning her earthly body to travel to the very heights of paradise above. Flickers of gratification pulsed through her and brilliant white stars burst behind her shuttered eyelids.Eventually the divine sensation ebbed and Jenevieve was reluctantly called back to her mortal form. When next she opened her eyes, she was wrapped firmly in her lover's strong arms.The stables fell silent then, apart from the sound of their unified breathes.“My princess,” he breathed into the curve of her neck. * * * “You can cut that out now Rick.” Jenny let her Yankee accent return in all its gaudy glory. “I can't freakin' breath in this damn corset.”As if on cue, her cell phone chose that moment to ring. The electropop beat of Taylor Swift's “Look What You Made Me Do” cut through the stillness of the night, effectively jarring the pair back into the modern world. Quickly, Jenny scrambled off Rick's lap and reached for the phone stowed away in a nearby rafter.“Oh shit, it's Reggie.” She pressed the phone to her ear. “Hey babe.”“You're late.” He announced in a smug and slightly slurred tone. Reggie never knew when to drop the princely performance. He carried the character of Prince Reginald over into their real lives so regularly that Jenny began to wonder if the pompous prince act was really an act at all.As the only son of the owner of King Edward's Faire it was no wonder he turned out to be a total bougie brat. When Jenny had first gotten a position at the faire as a lowly, serving wench, straight from the trailer park, she had been too flattered by Reggie's attentions to notice his utter lack of character.By the time she figured it out it was too late. She was in too deep- forced to play the part of dutiful trophy wife in and out of work. Then Rick came along. As head stunt rider at the faire he was valiant and caring and just what she needed. (Not to mention sexy AF.) She had fallen for him, hard and fast.Ironically, it was only in their role-play games that she could truly be herself. Even if it did complicate the situation further.“Sorry, I'm just closing up. Be there soon.” She heard Reggie's grunting response and then he was gone.“I have to go.” Jenny blurted out to Rick who sat casually regarding her from his nest in the hay.Reggie was waiting for her at the King's Head Pub, the typical afterhours spot for the cast and crew. He was there most nights after closing time, hanging with his sycophantic squad and his band of basic wenches.“We mustn't keep the prince waiting.” Rick shot her a cheeky look.“Cut it out, okay.” She tossed his duffle bag at his head before retrieving her own bag from the loft.They dressed quickly, exchanging medieval garb for jeans and t-shirts. Jenny slipped on her sneakers and hurried to tie her hair into a high pony tail, trying not to be distracted by the scintillating sight of Rick sliding into his jeans. She hadn't thought it possible, but his ass actually looked as good in a pair of tight Levi's as it did in his hose.In fact, the sight was so distracting that Jenny did not notice the bale of hay at her feet. It pitched her forward and she would have quickly met with the ground had Rick not caught her in mid-fall. Without warning, she found herself staring up at his dangerously alluring green eyes.“I meant what I said, you know.” He brought his hand up to stroke her face. “Let's run away, start over somewhere far away.”Tenderly, he plucked a stray piece of straw from behind her ear. His firm hand then wound behind her head to guide her lips to his. He delved into her mouth with the most sensual rhythm, at once soft and strong. The kiss unfurled between them, full of love and longing with just a twinge of regret.Once their lips parted she sighed softly. “One day.”A flicker of sadness crossed his handsome face. For a moment, the habitual smile faded from his lips, the armor slipping slightly. And then, just like that, it was back in place. Undaunted, he flashed that dazzling grin in her direction. One that promised patience and understanding and hinted at many more trysts to come.Rick popped a baseball cap on his dark head and pressed a gentle kiss on her hand before heading towards the door.“So, meet you here same time tomorrow?” She called after him.“I wouldn't miss it for the world, milady.” Rick turned and doffed his baseball cap in a courtly gesture. Jenny rolled her eyes as he strode away.“That's Your Highness to you.”by Brie_de_Jour for Literotica

Hosea 2:14-23 Sermon Summary

Set over the course of one weekend, Christopher introduces us to Vuyo, one of a long lineage of headstrong January women. Vuyo, pregnant with twins is mourning the death of her Scottish-born husband and has come home to her family home in the rural Eastern Cape. Paying homage to matrilineal lineage, the January women take centre stage in this book. Written from each of their perspectives, Christopher offers a look at the interior lives of these Black women, their tragedies, relationships, and histories. Tenderly and with a clarity that can only be described as masterful, Siyotula explores what it means to be each of these women. Healing and reconciliation, and the transformative power of nature are explored in this novel. Aided by the vivid, visual representations of the lush Eastern Cape, water is central theme in this book. The power of water and by extension, nature is a prominent feature of Siyotula's writing. Interestingly, Siyotula's characters are complex and deeply layered. Representative of the deeply labyrinthine nature of family, each of these characters are a reminder that home is indeed the first site of the political. With unconventional male characters, Siyotula reimagines what equality in relationships may look like, particularly for women whose lives and experiences have always been devalued. The Cheeky Natives sat down with Nozuku Siyotula to discuss this beautiful novel.

Andrew Phillips-6/11/23-Softly and tenderly

Malachi 1:1-5 The book of Malachi is called an 'oracle' in the first verse.  An oracle (some translations use the word 'burden') is a message which has an ominous, threatening tone.  Malachi lived one hundred years after people returned from the Babylonian captivity.  At this time there was (again) widespread spiritual corruption.  The evidence of this was polluted offerings, a corrupt priesthood, rampant divorce, and withheld tithes. Tenderly, God begins His message by reminding the people of His love for them.  They had gotten to the place where they concluded that God had forgotten them.  God recalls to the Israelites that He had chosen Jacob, setting His special favor on him.  In doing this, God had passed over Esau, Jacob's older brother.  We are confronted in these verses by the notion of God's love and His hatred.  God, Himself, declares that He loved Jacob and hated Esau.  To understand divine love and divine hatred we must not think only in terms of the emotional aspects of love and hatred.  When God loves someone, He grants His blessing and favor.  When God hates someone, He brings judgment.  And whereas God's favor is never deserved, His judgments on sinful people are always deserved. Let the people of God bow down in wonder and thanksgiving that God has granted them (us) His undeserved, saving love.  Let those who do not hope in God shudder to think that they are in danger of experiencing God's everlasting rejection … so that they might turn to Him for His mercy.   

Walnuts. The most delicious walnuts. They can lead you down the conspiracy theory rabbit hole on your darkest days, but can also make you scratch your head about why things are the way they are. Do we accept them as "the way we do things?" Or do we try something new? Fourth-generation walnut farmer Kaben Kramer and his wife Jenn are trying new things and making a go of it. But a look at the history of the farm since 1980 and the industry numbers are really head-scratching. Here are the links I promised in the show:If you have a question you want me to ask a farmer or an issue you want me to address, just say so. Email me at farmgirl@talkfarmtome.com.Listen to the episode with Aubrey Bettencourt about almonds. Similar but different.Listen to the episode about dairy farming. Eerily similar conundrum.

The Gospel Jubilee brings you some of your favorite Hymns in a variety of styles and renditions performed by some of today's Southern Gospel artists. Here are all of the ways you can listen to the Gospel Jubilee On your Echo device say, Alexa, play the Gospel Jubilee on Apple podcast. For a direct download go to: https://api.spreaker.com/v2/episodes/53326091/download.mp3 Ocean Waves Radio ... every Wednesday at 12 noon Eastern time., www.OceanWavesRadio.com Thursday afternoons at 4:00 PM and Sunday mornings at 9:30 AM EST on Southern Branch Bluegrass Radio, www.sbbradio.org Saturday evenings at 7:00 and Wednesday afternoons at 4:00 CST on Radio For Life, www.RadioForLife.org Legend Oldies Radio. Our broadcast will be aired every Sunday morning at 9:00 AM CDT. https://www.legendoldies.com Playlist: Artists |Song Title | Album 01. Ernie Haase & Signature Sound - Praise Him! Praise Him! - "The Favorite Hymns Of Fanny Crosby" 02. The Gaither Vocal Band - Redeemed - "Hymns" 03. The Hoppers - All hail the power of Jesus' name - "Hymns -A Classic Collection" 04. Tiffany coburn - Praise to the Lord, the Almighty - "Near To The Heart - Cherished Hymns & Songs" 05. The Jim Brady Trio - Leaning on the everlasting arms - "Hymns & Spiritual Songs" 06. Greater Vision - A mighty fortress is our God - "Hymns Of The Ages" 07. Rhonda Vincent, Lizzy Long, Sally Berry - Beside the cross - "Fanny Crosby - Newly Discovered Hymns & Songs" 08. Veritas - It is well with my sould - "Simply Veritas" 09. The Preacher's Daughters - Great is Thy faithfulness - "The Preacher's Daughters" 10. Reggie Smith - The solid Rock - "Collection" 11. The Collingsworth Family - I know that Jesus loves me - "Fanny Crosby - Newly Discovered Hymns & Songs" 12. Kim Hopper - What a friend we have in Jesus - "Softly & Tenderly" 13. Woody Wright - Wonderful words of life - "Hymn Time" 14. Mark Lowry & Kevin Williams - Since Jesus came into my heart - "Sit Up Straight & Sing" 14. Triumphant Quartet - My Jesus, I love Thee - "Hymns & Worship" 16. The Guardians - My soul shall trust in Thee - "Fanny Crosby - Newly Discovered Hymns & Songs" 17. The Mylon Hayes Family - A crown of life - "Fanny Crosby - Newly Discovered Hymns & Songs" 18. Bill & Gloria Gaither & Friends - Are you washed in the blood - "In The Garden" 19. The Booth Brothers - Nothing but the blood - "Hymns Volume 3" 20. Guy Penrod - I will sing of my Redeemer - "Blessed Assurance" 21. Gordan Mote - When we all get to heaven - "Gordan Mote Sings Hymns & Songs Of Inspiration" 22. The Mark Trammell Quartet - Come thou fount medley - "Still Standing" 23. The Down East Boys - When the roll is called up yonder - "Favorites Volume 2"

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Ash Wednesday The Collect: Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing you have made and forgive the sins of all who are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we, worthily lamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of you, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen. Old Testament: Joel 2:1-2,12-17 or Isaiah 58:1-12 1Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near— 2a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness! Like blackness spread upon the mountains a great and powerful army comes; their like has never been from of old, nor will be again after them in ages to come. 12Yet even now, says the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning; 13rend your hearts and not your clothing. Return to the Lord, your God, for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and relents from punishing. 14Who knows whether he will not turn and relent, and leave a blessing behind him, a grain offering and a drink offering for the Lord, your God? 15Blow the trumpet in Zion; sanctify a fast; call a solemn assembly; 16gather the people. Sanctify the congregation; assemble the aged; gather the children, even infants at the breast. Let the bridegroom leave his room, and the bride her canopy. 17Between the vestibule and the altar let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep. Let them say, “Spare your people, O Lord, and do not make your heritage a mockery, a byword among the nations. Why should it be said among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?'” or 1Shout out, do not hold back! Lift up your voice like a trumpet! Announce to my people their rebellion, to the house of Jacob their sins. 2Yet day after day they seek me and delight to know my ways, as if they were a nation that practiced righteousness and did not forsake the ordinance of their God; they ask of me righteous judgments, they delight to draw near to God. 3“Why do we fast, but you do not see? Why humble ourselves, but you do not notice?” Look, you serve your own interest on your fast day, and oppress all your workers. 4Look, you fast only to quarrel and to fight and to strike with a wicked fist. Such fasting as you do today will not make your voice heard on high. 5Is such the fast that I choose, a day to humble oneself? Is it to bow down the head like a bulrush, and to lie in sackcloth and ashes? Will you call this a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? 6Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? 7Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own kin? 8Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly; your vindicator shall go before you, the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. 9Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry for help, and he will say, Here I am. If you remove the yoke from among you, the pointing of the finger, the speaking of evil,10if you offer your food to the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, then your light shall rise in the darkness and your gloom be like the noonday. 11The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters never fail. 12Your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt; you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; you shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to live in. Psalm: Psalm 103 or 103:8-14 [1 Bless the Lord, O my soul, *        and all that is within me, bless his holy Name. 2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, *        and forget not all his benefits. 3 He forgives all your sins *        and heals all your infirmities; 4 He redeems your life from the grave *        and crowns you with mercy and loving-kindness; 5 He satisfies you with good things, *        and your youth is renewed like an eagle's. 6 The Lord executes righteousness *        and judgment for all who are oppressed. 7 He made his ways known to Moses *        and his works to the children of Israel.] 8 The Lord is full of compassion and mercy, *        slow to anger and of great kindness. 9 He will not always accuse us, *        nor will he keep his anger for ever. 10 He has not dealt with us according to our sins, *        nor rewarded us according to our wickedness. 11 For as the heavens are high above the earth, *        so is his mercy great upon those who fear him. 12 As far as the east is from the west, *        so far has he removed our sins from us. 13 As a father cares for his children, *        so does the Lord care for those who fear him. 14 For he himself knows whereof we are made; *        he remembers that we are but dust. [15 Our days are like the grass; *        we flourish like a flower of the field; 16 When the wind goes over it, it is gone, *        and its place shall know it no more. 17 But the merciful goodness of the Lord endures for ever                                on those who fear him, *        and his righteousness on children's children; 18 On those who keep his covenant *        and remember his commandments and do them. 19 The Lord has set his throne in heaven, *        and his kingship has dominion over all. 20 Bless the Lord, you angels of his,     you mighty ones who do his bidding, *        and hearken to the voice of his word. 21 Bless the Lord, all you his hosts, *        you ministers of his who do his will. 22 Bless the Lord, all you works of his,     in all places of his dominion; *        bless the Lord, O my soul.] Epistle: 2 Corinthians 5:20b-6:10 20We entreat you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.21For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 1As we work together with him, we urge you also not to accept the grace of God in vain. 2For he says, “At an acceptable time I have listened to you, and on a day of salvation I have helped you.” See, now is the acceptable time; see, now is the day of salvation! 3We are putting no obstacle in anyone's way, so that no fault may be found with our ministry,4but as servants of God we have commended ourselves in every way: through great endurance, in afflictions, hardships, calamities, 5beatings, imprisonments, riots, labors, sleepless nights, hunger; 6by purity, knowledge, patience, kindness, holiness of spirit, genuine love, 7truthful speech, and the power of God; with the weapons of righteousness for the right hand and for the left; 8in honor and dishonor, in ill repute and good repute. We are treated as impostors, and yet are true; 9as unknown, and yet are well known; as dying, and see—we are alive; as punished, and yet not killed; 10as sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing everything. Gospel: Matthew 6:1-6,16-21 1“Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven. 2“So whenever you give alms, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. 3But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4so that your alms may be done in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you. 5“And whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward.6But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you. 16“And whenever you fast, do not look dismal, like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces so as to show others that they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. 17But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, 18so that your fasting may be seen not by others but by your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you. 19“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal; 20but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

El 15 de febrero de 1965, con solo 45 años, fallecía en Santa Bárbara, California, Nat King Cole. Recordamos al cantante y pianista en 'The very thought of you', 'But beautiful', 'Impossible', 'Making believe you´re here', 'For all we know', 'This ain´t right', 'All for you', 'Straighten up and fly right', 'Mona Lisa', 'Unforgettable', 'Tenderly', 'It happens to be me', 'When I fall in love' 'Stardust', 'Nature boy', 'Little girl' y 'I´m in the mood for love'. Escuchar audio

It doesn't matter if you're married or single, the most influential relationship that lasts a lifetime is the one you have with yourself. Self-love can influence how we comfort ourselves, motivate ourselves and fight for injustice. That's why MPR News with Angela Davis is turning inward. She's talking with two self-love experts about what self-compassion is, what it isn't and what stands in the way of loving ourselves. Guests: Porsche Peak Gordin is a licensed marriage and family therapist and co-owner of Peak Behavioral Health, which is a mental health clinic in Little Canada, MN. Kristin Neff is an associate professor of educational psychology at the University of Texas at Austin. She's a pioneer in the field of self-compassion research and created a scale to measure self-compassion nearly 20 years ago. She's the author of the books Self-Compassion: The Proven Power of Being Kind to Yourself, and Fierce Self-Compassion: How Women Can Harness Kindness to Speak Up, Claim Their Power and Thrive. She's also co-founder of the nonprofit Center for Mindful Self-Compassion.

From our 8:30 service on February 12, 2023 Andrew Labar-Dietz performs a handbell solo of Softly and Tenderly

FaithfulnessFeast of the Presentation of JesusSCRIPTUREMalachi 3:1MUSIC"Softly and Tenderly""Lord of Glory"

Thank you for listening. These Dharma talks were recorded at Muddy Water Zen Buddhist temple in Royal Oak, Michigan. Learn more about Buddhism, the Korean Taego order, or our Temple at www.muddywaterzen.org

Thank you for listening. These Dharma talks were recorded at Muddy Water Zen Buddhist temple in Royal Oak, Michigan. Learn more about Buddhism, the Korean Taego order, or our Temple at www.muddywaterzen.org

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip.When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash.The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year,With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name;“Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!”His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick.And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there.When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match.The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry.Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!”It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp.I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!”And To All A Good Lay by  foehn. Recited by Connor.'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You'd already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair.The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown.He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft!By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass.Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?”Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum.The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping.When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.”I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din.“Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong.He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face!He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there.I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention.I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!”Her Night Before Christmasby Ug. Recited by NatashaTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair.The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush.He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair.He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle.The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest.He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in.He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love.He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram.He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl.He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum.He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess.He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone.He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!”T'was The Night Before Christmasby LostNlove. Recited by Emily.It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused.The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy.I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He'd enjoy such a sight.Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan.I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow.I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard.When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round.Oh, what a present! I'm one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched.I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss.We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack.When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.”“No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.”I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.”He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp.“I've watched you this year; You're so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let's do this twice!”I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn't yet notice; Rug burns on my knees.I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go.I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit.As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell.“For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you've been nice.”He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop.His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa's hot cream!We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care.As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You're such a delight!”Twats The Night Before Christmasby  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas.Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare.I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck.When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn't be rude.Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses,With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing;“I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly! I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!”There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head;And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit.My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearlsTheir eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more.Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last.Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next.They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad.Of all the pussies my wife's was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly.She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done.With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.”Tinder Christmas EveBy HarryDNewhouse Recited by AriaTwas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won.“Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick.There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!”A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!' Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight.My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear' I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry.Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair.The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair.‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes.Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!' His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered.Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice.Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?' I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End.NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODYBy Eurika. Recited by RyanTwas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house' Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable.I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play.I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door' to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning.A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head.She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.”I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me.Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done.He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go.“Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy.We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“Kay's Christmas WorshipBy drive me wilder. Recited by ClaraTwas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick.Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob.It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she'll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true.Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He's one lucky man, tonight he stands tall.Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone. It's starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack.Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die.His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows.She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it's all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce.Donna's Night Before ChristmasBy Gaurd. Recited by Molly.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he'd take me, right then and there.But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter's nap.When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view.In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me.I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name!“Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more!With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. ‘Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead!I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound.He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack.His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show.The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide!His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly!He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

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Smart Contracts Could Be The Key To Crypto Mass Adoption A simple mistake in code usually meant that your viral app was down for a few hours and you may have lost a few loyal users, but in Web3 the stakes are much higher as an error in code or a vulnerable smart contract could lead to hundreds of millions of dollars worth of lost cryptocurrency.  On this podcast,  Ian Andrews (Chief Marketing Officer, Chainalysis) is joined by the co-founders of the all in one platform development company, Tenderly.  Andrej Benčić (CEO) and Bogdan Habić (CTO) explain how their platform is allowing developers easier access to Web3 and the ability to test, simulate and gain real time data in order to produce more efficient and less faulty code for smart contracts. They describe the difference between web2 and web3 from a developer perspective and how many of the products and features they built were out of their own frustrations incurred from over a decade of software development.  Minute-by-minute episode breakdown (2:11) – How the frustration of web development lead to developer focused tools and solutions for web3 software engineers and the creation of Tenderly  (5:05) – How the evolution of the technology gives access to more developers to try it out and deters skeptics  (9:34) – The differences between being a developer in web2 vs. utilizing web3 development platforms.  (14:50) - Using Simulation environments to allow developers to detect bugs and go back in time on their code with real data  (21:28) – Tenderly announces Web3 Gateway and how this gamechanger competes with other Web3 industry stakeholders (27:55) – The shift of web3 development to layering and modular blockchains (31:25) – The Tenderly product and feature roadmap and the future of web3 smart contract development Related resources Check out more resources provided by Chainalysis that perfectly complement this episode of the Public Key. Conference: Chainalysis Links 2023 Conference in NYC Website: Tenderly: All-in-one development platform Demo: Try Tenderly Gateway Politico Podcast Series: Beth Bisbee (Chainalysis) joins host Mohar Chatterjee to discuss her career in the federal government and takedowns of darknet marketplaces Unit 21 Blog: Fraud Trends and Predictions for 2023 Twitter: Chainalysis Twitter: Building trust in blockchains Tik Tok: Chainalysis Tik Tok: Building trust in blockchains among people, businesses, and governments. Speakers on today's episode Ian Andrews * Host * (Chief Marketing Officer, Chainalysis) https://www.linkedin.com/in/ianhandrews Andrej Bencic (CEO, Co-founder, Tenderly) https://twitter.com/BencicAndrej Bogdan Habić (CTO, , Co-founder, Tenderly) https://twitter.com/BogdanHabic This website may contain links to third-party sites that are not under the control of Chainalysis, Inc. or its affiliates (collectively “Chainalysis”). Access to such information does not imply association with, endorsement of, approval of, or recommendation by Chainalysis of the site or its operators, and Chainalysis is not responsible for the products, services, or other content hosted therein. Our podcasts are for informational purposes only, and are not intended to provide legal, tax, financial, or investment advice. Listeners should consult their own advisors before making these types of decisions. Chainalysis has no responsibility or liability for any decision made or any other acts or omissions in connection with your use of this material. Chainalysis does not guarantee or warrant the accuracy, completeness, timeliness, suitability or validity of the information in any particular podcast and will not be responsible for any claim attributable to errors, omissions, or other inaccuracies of any part of such material.  Unless stated otherwise, reference to any specific product or entity does not constitute an endorsement or recommendation by Chainalysis. The views expressed by guests are their own and their appearance on the program does not imply an endorsement of them or any entity they represent. Views and opinions expressed by Chainalysis employees are those of the employees and do not necessarily reflect the views of the company. 

In today's episode, I share the pain I've been experiencing with the loss of a dear loved one… and the coping mechanisms I chose on the journey. Have you been experiencing any kind of loss lately? If so, how do you deal with it? Perhaps it's through spiritual bypassing, overeating, diving into the drama, staying busy, or indulging in too much alcohol. I hope this episode inspires you to have the courage to meet and greet the pain and tenderly heal it with love and grace. More ways for us to connect: Join my FREE weekly workshops here.  If you liked today's episode, please share with someone you think would enjoy it as well. See you next week. Love, Meg

In this episode of Pray the Word on  Hosea 2:14, David Platt teaches us that even in our sin, God allures us with His grace and mercy.

I detta avsnitt tar vi oss till New York och samtalar med Ida Esmaeili som är skådespelerska, pjäsförfattare och sångerska. Ida bor sedan ca 10 år tillbaka i USA men är uppvuxen i Sverige och Singapore. Ida berättar om hur det är att växa upp utomlands och att “hemma” är där familjen är, även om Sverige ligger henne mycket varmt om hjärtat. Under samtalet pratar vi om hur man behåller sin svenska trots man kanske har lämnat Sverige vid ung ålder. Det som Ida beskriver är exakt det som många utlandsföräldrar kämpar med varje dag. I avsnittet beskriver hon också hur hon som 17-åring tog ett så kallat “gap year”, reste till Indonesien för att försöka hitta sin väg i livet och att det var där hon bestämde sig för ägna sig åt musikalteater. Ida som idag skriver pjäser, berättar om hur hennes teaterstycke Tenderly, som fått 5 stjärnor i tidningen The Independent, kom till och vad den historien handlar om. Vi kommer även in på ämnet SWEA New York och vad SWEA betytt för Ida under hennes uppväxt. Vi avslutar med vad man absolut inte får missa om man besöker The Big Apple, New York! Ida hemsida https://www.idaesmaeili.com/   Ida på Instagram https://www.instagram.com/idaesmiley/   Idas musik https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SzgIo6cgG1r8fEgpVzC2B?si=4DUz6J5wQXysSH2Ye8UOsA&nd=1   SWEA New York https://newyork.swea.org/   SWEA-poddens team i detta avsnitt:  Intervju: Anna Frick (SWEA Washington DC) och Ann-Sofie Berg (SWEA Singapore)  Redigering: Stina Bergh Palo (SWEA Zurich) 

It's the Season After Pentecost, Monday, Proper 21 in the Church Calendar We usually post weekly based on Sunday readings. This week we are following the Daily Office lectionary with a post Monday through Friday. Our general order and lectionary comes from the Book of Common Prayer (1979) Daily Office. We'll sing the song “Softly and Tenderly” by Will Thompson (1880). We'll then offer a Prayer of Confession. We'll read Psalm 89:1-18 followed by the Gloria Patri. Our Scripture Lesson is Luke 5:1-11 . We'll say the Apostles' Creed, the Lord's Prayer, and the Collect of the Day. We'll then have a time of prompted prayer. If you have a prayer request please submit it here. Sign up here for the email list. Visit Patreon to give and support Morning Prayer monthly. Go to PayPal to give a one-time gift. Art: “Set Me Free” by Jessica Hendrickx. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/prayerandworship/message

I'm back with internationally renowned family therapist Terry Real to walk through his personal values, motives, and habits in the key areas of life fulfillment so we can hear what has driven and does drive him to devote his life and livelihood to helping us have better relationships, with ourselves and others, and what he does to design a life that fulfills him.  If you listened to our first discussion together, you heard some of Terry's traumatic childhood. In this talk he discusses relational practices and struggles with his wife, enduring two bouts with cancer, how even into his 50s he loathed himself. And now what he does to help him hold himself tenderly and his testimony that today it's really pleasant to live in his skin. For some reason Terry delivers his insights in a way that is so incredibly humble and real, and I can relate to. He has such understanding and compassionate counsel. And he's a great storyteller, and you'll hear some great ones here. His new book again that I am wholeheartedly endorsing it US: Getting Past You and Me to Build a More Loving Relationship. Get it anywhere, and find him at terryreal.com where he has courses and classes and incredibly valuable resources to take advantage of and benefit from, immediately. Self-Help(ful) is presented by Ziglar, the most trusted brand in personal and business development impacting over 250 million people worldwide. Visit Ziglar.com to see how they can inspire your true performance. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The ScrapsSometimes we feel left out.  We can focus on the negative.  Or we can persevere in finding what we need and treasuring the gifts we've been given, even if they are the leftovers.MUSIC"Lord of Glory""Softly and Tenderly"

To do the real work of healing and growing without alcohol, we need to create safe spaces to let every part of ourselves be seen, loved, and welcomed. Today, we're going to talk about leaning into tenderness. Christine Gyovai is a fierce changemaker in environmental design who is also a total powerhouse for building resilience in her local community. A former client of Karolina's, Christine transformed her relationship with alcohol over the past two years and learned how to tenderly embrace her desires and seek joy. In this episode, discover what it means to embrace your vulnerability and imperfections and fully love yourself! Christine Gyovai is the founder of Dialogue + Design Associates and has been working in her field for over 20 years! She is also the host of the Yes! We Rise Podcast, where she shares stories of communities and leaders stepping up and cultivating resilience and transformation in their communities. LINKS/RESOURCES MENTIONED Learn more about Christine's powerful community work with Dialogue + Design Associates. Hear incredible stories about resilience through Christine's podcast Yes! We Rise. You can also follow along on Facebook and Instagram.  Karolina invites you to a NEW and FREE five day workshop from May 16-20, 2022: Ditch Alcohol and Discover Your Purpose. Learn how changing your relationship with alcohol prepares you to go after bigger dreams! Hone in on how this one shift is a catalyst for any new identity. Karolina's book is available in hardcover, Kindle, and as an audiobook. Be sure to get your copy of Euphoric: Ditch Alcohol and Gain a Happier, More Confident You today and leave your review.  Follow @euphoric.af on Instagram And as always, rate, review, and subscribe so we can continue spreading our message far and wide.

Light To The NationsToday the Church celebrates the feast of The Presentation of the Child Jesus in the Temple.  This feast is also known as Candlemas Day.SCRIPTURELuke 2: 28-32(Psalm 121)MUSIC"Lord of Glory""Softly and Tenderly"