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Pastor Lawson introduces our Advent series for 2025 "Emmanuel: God With Us" with a sermon from Matthew 11:28-30.

30 Nov 2025: Hope is Here - Hope in a Weary World by Waypoint Church

My favorite moment: when Cindy McFaden said: "Your spirit is fine."

What if the peace you keep chasing is already offered to you—today? We complete Hebrews chapter 3 and discover why the promise of rest is not a distant dream but a present invitation. By lifting up Jesus as fully God and fully human, we anchor rest where it belongs: in a Savior who finished the work and frees us from living like it's all on our shoulders.We revisit Israel's wilderness story—spies, fear, and forty years of wandering—to show how unbelief looks reasonable while quietly draining our joy. The issue wasn't a lack of evidence; it was a heart that made the giants bigger than God's word. Hebrews names this honestly: unbelief is disobedience. Not to condemn, but to explain why many churchgoers still feel tired, anxious, and stuck in works. When we treat outcomes, reputation, and self-justification as our job, rest evaporates. When we trust Christ's finished work, assurance returns and obedience becomes light.Scripture offers concrete wisdom for finances, marriage, parenting, work, and church life. Uniting that word with faith changes rhythms: generosity over grasping, reconciliation over resentment, limits over hustle, worship over worry. We share personal moments of wandering and renewal, highlighting how community, Scripture, and small groups helped us move from striving to steady. The simple prayer—“I believe; help my unbelief”—becomes a daily posture that opens the door to peace.The promise remains open. Will you enter it? If this conversation helps you breathe a little easier, follow the show, share it with a friend who needs rest, and leave a review so others can find it too. Your story might be the spark that helps someone else step into God's rest today.Support the showThank you for listening!! Please give us a five-star rating to help your podcast provider's algorithm spread RTTB among their listeners. You can find free study and leader resources at the following link - Resource Page - Reasoning Through the Bible Please prayerfully consider supporting RTTB to help us to continue providing content and free resources. You can do that at this link - Support RTTB - Reasoning Through the Bible May God Bless you!! - Glenn and Steve

Message from Rev. Caleb Burr on November 23, 2025

By Beth Young

In this week's message, Pastor Blake reminds us that when life feels overwhelming, we can run to Jesus, learn from His gentle and humble ways, and find the rest our souls crave.

The Warrior and The Dragon: A Tale of Magic, Transformation, and Discovery. Weary from the Succession War, Jason seeks peace in... The post The Warrior and the Dragon by Rusty Reece appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

“Walk Together Children, Don't You Get Weary” Joshua 6:1-5 | Pastor Lusajo L-A Kasyupa, Sr. | November 22, 2025 - Saturday, November 22, 2025

A quick but very loud update on Giles' snoring. He has recorded himself and it's been quite a shock. But he has found a new gadget that is aiding him in his quest to return to the marital bed. This week is better than Christmas for Giles as the Ashes begin, he plans on adjusting his body clock and not missing a second…and he'll be dragging a bleary eyed twelve-year-old along for the ride.Are you rich? Would you admit it if you were? Weary with seemingly well-off people pleading poverty Giles has developed a very simple check list to establish – rich or not rich?Lastly, the Cambridge Dictionary word of the year is… And as always please do get in touch: noidea@thetimes.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

ECS cross country runners join the Equip Podcast for a victory lap celebrating their recent boys and girls region championship triumphs this fall season. Seniors Chase Ellingsworth and Griggs Robinson, 8th grader Anderson Cummins (individual Girls Region Champion), and coach David Boyd share what made this team so special.

The Time Riders: Part 12 Teaching Nanu about the modern world. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu. It made her love her Mistress even more. "Let's go back inside," Becky suggested, pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later." She looked both ways before taking them across the road, holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances. "Mistress?" "Yes, my love?" As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house, Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something. "I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I pissed myself and ruined the sack." Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't worry, I'll find you another." "Can it have a flaming cock on it again?" Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that." Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock shirts, my love. I promise." The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon. After a nap. "Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times, but were simply enjoying the sensations now. "Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark." "If we meet your friends, what will you tell them about me?" One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English." Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where in the empire of the Romans is it?" Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing. She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly. "Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;” She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind, either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did. It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned. "Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation called 'Canada'." "Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?" Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world." Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!" she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?" Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult. "Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean anything to you?" Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count well." "I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred years ago." Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome? Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from, Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own." A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are you lying to me?" Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised you I wouldn't lie to you." "But I don't understand what you mean," the Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I don't understand them!" She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.." Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When she opened them, she nodded. "Come downstairs with me and I will try," she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the rug. "There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow. She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them. "Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know." Nanu nodded slowly. Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years, Nanu." Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she started. "One; two; three;” Fifteen minutes later. Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred fifty-two;” Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by, but Nanu kept counting. "Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!" Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away, scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the room. "You're Lying!" "Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street. She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing. "Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door, looking around. "Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!" But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu! Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet? Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them do it? She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe? She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to smell completely different to her! She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around. "Nanu!" she called loudly. She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently. "Nanu?" "En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!" Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright. Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with? "I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see." Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman. And Nanu finally spoke. "They're gone, Mistress," she said in little more than a whisper. "They're all gone." Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?" "They're dead," she managed to say in a rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;” Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently. The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness. "Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say." "What can you say?" the girl murmured. "You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress." "You're right, of course," Becky admitted, nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead, but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all." "Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger was the pile of coins going to get?" Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting." She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before Nanu finally spoke. "There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt." Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees as she tried to stop. "Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did you let me do this?" "I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to keep you from doing crazy things. I promise." "I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out. "Did you bring me something to wear?" "No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub, anyway?" There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?" "They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much." Nanu considered. "What was his name?" Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for short." There was another pause. "What does that name even mean?" Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I think the Romans called olibanum." "You named your dog after that shit my Flavian masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not impressed. "Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady." "Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress." "Okay, are you ready to come home now?" asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best. I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house." There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered. "Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared." "I don't blame you, my love," Becky said gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere, can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly." She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please believe me when I say that we want your happiness." "I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now." Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She owed Nanu an out if she wanted one. "Okay," she said finally. "I'm going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside, I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and get us home, okay?" The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward, grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her, Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed between Becky's ample tits. Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with? Naked? Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette. She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home. She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of the darkness. "Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered. Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment; she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This neighborhood wasn't known for being terribly nosy, as long as you weren't too dark of skin. Becky hadn't quite figured out how to solve that problem yet. "Eep! Nanu!" she hissed, shivering as Nanu's mouth found one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She heard Nanu hum contentedly, clearly willing to occupy herself this way while Becky got them home. "What're you doing, you brat?" Nanu ignored her, and Becky realized she'd been speaking English, so Nanu was free to not notice anything she said and had a perfectly viable excuse for doing so. Becky bit her lip as Nanu's wicked tongue swirled around her nipple before she began sucking again. Worse, one of the little brat's hands found her cunt and began stoking it. Whether she wanted to or not, Becky started getting wet and she tried waddling faster. Becky was going to kill Nanu when they got home. She was going to fuck her to death! Another block down. Becky could feel her face was flushed, and she was sweating now, and not only from the effort of carrying Nanu around her middle beneath the damned coat. She bit her lip and groaned as her eyes almost rolled up into her head. Dammit, one of Nanu's fingers found her way inside Becky's cunt! She tried closing her legs as she walked, to force the little tramp's finger out, but she quickly realized she would lose her balance and fall over if she kept this up. Sighing in frustration, she kept her legs open while she walked, doing her best to walk faster. "What're you smuggling under your coat, Fischer?" guffawed a neighbor as he walked by. "An orangutan?" "Uh; just groceries I have to protect!" Becky replied hastily, wrapping her arms under Nanu's ass as if holding the aforementioned imaginary groceries. She heard Nanu sigh and wiggle her cheeks on the hands. She kept sucking on Becky's tits and fingering her cunt. Becky's knees were trembling, and she was fairly certain she was dripping, leaving a path of sticky droplets on the sidewalk her behind her. Her whole body was tingling, even as she struggled to walk. "Uh!" Becky gasped loudly as Nanu bit and tugged on the nipple, the delicious sting lancing along the blonde's nervous system. "You little brat," she hissed, pulling the top of the coat open and scowling down into it. "When we get home, I am spanking your ass right off, young lady!" "If you make it that far, Mistress," Nanu replied, smirking up at her evilly. "If you make it home before you cum, I will eat a whole package of that bay-kon as punishment." Becky waddled faster, panting now as she fought for control. Nanu had two fingers in her now, making scooping motions along her upper wall. "Uh, that's cheating, you little slut!" "It is taking us so long to get home, Mistress," Nanu teased, slithering her tongue around a nipple. "How far are we walking? The length of your Ka-na-da?" Staggering quickly, almost wheezing like she was about to give birth, Becky moved on relentlessly. She almost couldn't see anything as pleasure kept flooding through her, promising orgasm was just around the corner. But Becky knew she didn't have strength to climax and keep moving. If she came, she would be collapsing to her knees and cumming on the sidewalk. If she was lucky, she'd remain kneeling. Sweat was streaming from her body. She was amazed Nanu was still able to hold on at all. C'mon; c'mon. She moaned as Nanu got a third slender finger inside her Mistress, and some woman chose that exact moment to go jogging by, giving Becky a confused look. Becky ignored her and just soldiered on as best she could. She could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs. How ridiculous must she have looked, barefoot, waddling around in a long jacket, smuggling an octopus while grunting and moaning like she was in a porn movie? She had barely turned up onto the little walkway leading up to her house before she tore the coat open and burst into a run, stampeding up the stairs while Nanu squeaked in alarm. She flung the door open and staggered inside, panting like she'd just run a marathon and sweating like she'd been fucked by twenty men in a row. Nanu was goggling up at her Mistress in shock (and maybe a little panic). Becky's blue eyes flashed and she grabbed the slave-girl and shoved her down her sweat-slicked body. Nanu's knees hit the wooden floor and she barely had time to register what had happened before Becky grabbed her head and jammed it against her steaming cunt. Nanu grunted and almost choked as Becky ground her hips with a dreadful eagerness, desperate to cum. Nanu slid her tongue inside and lashed her Mistress' cunt frantically. One of Becky's hands scrabbled for and finally grabbed onto the front door, managing to swing it closed so that they couldn't be seen from outside anymore. Leaning back against the wall, she bucked her hips furiously against Nanu's face, both her hands now gripping the Egyptian girl's black hair. She hissed and panted, her entire body shaking. Becky clamped her hands over her mouth and shrieked, juddering as the orgasm rocked her. She was barely cognizant of Nanu below her, trying not to drown as Becky's cunt flooded over. Becky pumped and ground greedily, reality spinning around her. She felt herself slumping down the wall to the floor, her hand on the back of Nanu's head, making sure the girl didn't try to escape. Becky felt like her eyes had switched sockets. Thank God this hadn't happened on the street or she would have been arrested, no question. At last, she opened her eyes and Nanu was kneeling in front of her, waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. Her face and much of her upper chest were glistening with Becky's cum. Not surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind. She stayed quiet until Becky seemed more focused before she finally spoke. "I guess I'm going to have the shits for a few days after the bay-kon, aren't I, Mistress? I lost the wager." Becky wearily reached up and caressed her beloved Nanu's hair. "I'm not letting you eat all my bacon, you silly slut. I love bacon. I'll figure some other way to punish you for losing the wager, like tonguing my ass or something." Nanu nodded. "I think I will enjoy losing wagers to you, Mistress." Becky laughed tiredly. They weren't even through their first day yet and she was exhausted. How many millions more things did she have to teach Nanu before this would was safe for her? And she only had three months to do it! Who would've thought that introducing someone to the future would prove so troublesome? "So you do want to see how the television works?" Becky asked, holding up the remote. Nanu looked at her curiously. They were both naked again, and in all likelihood intended to stay that way, unless they had to leave the house. Becky imagined that Nanu's ass probably still hurt somewhat, and anything she could do to relieve the discomfort was likely in order. Not wearing clothes seemed like a good start. "Mistress, I don't even know what it does, never mind how it works," the Egyptian girl pointed out, sitting on the floor, cross-legged. She gestured at the small black device her mistress held. "Wassa?" "This controls the television for me," Becky said, sitting down next to her charge and showing Nanu all the tiny buttons on the device. Granted, Nanu didn't know what buttons were, so she merely frowned at the remote in mild confusion. "I use it to watch things on the television. It allows me to select what I watch." She pointed the remote at the television and pushed the Power button. The High Definition unit, which was actually longer than Nanu was tall, winked on, and noise blared from it as images came on the screen. Nanu squealed at the sound and scrambled behind Becky, hiding and clutching her mistress' flanks. Becky giggled and lowered the volume. "You can come out now, hero," Becky said, smirking. "I lowered the volume." Nanu peeked out from behind her mistress, looking at the screen warily. She stared for some seconds, unable to understand what she was seeing. Some yellow-haired woman, ridiculously overclothed, was looking at Nanu and babbling in what she could only assume was En-gush. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke into what looked like a black cock. It was windy, apparently, because her hair was blowing around. Nanu slowly crawled toward the TV, her eyes narrowing. Becky watched in amusement, still sitting some distance away. Nanu had a great ass, and she could stare at it endlessly. The younger woman moved close to the screen, staring in bewilderment. Becky had lowered the volume sufficiently so that the news reporter wasn't yelling in Nanu's face. Nanu stared, then moved to the side of the television, looking around and behind it, sitting on its smoked glass countertop. She crawled around to the other side and looked behind again. Finally, she turned and looked at Becky in confusion. "Mistress?" she asked uncertainly. "Why do you keep the woman in the tiny box? How?" Becky had half-expected the question, of course, but it was still funny to hear. Once she was done snickering (Nanu waited patiently, looking only slightly annoyed), Becky replied. "She is not trapped inside the television, darling. It is a device that can show me other people. You have paintings in Rome and back in Egypt, right?" Nanu nodded. "And of course, a painting is just an illustration of someone," Becky explained. She'd had a little bit of time to put thought into this. "They're not actually in the painting, trapped." "So;” Nanu ventured, thinking about it. "The woman inside the box is a painting? Why can it move and talk to me?" "It's not a painting, it's a representation of her," Becky replied, knowing this would get awkward. "A television allows me to see things that are happening elsewhere." Nanu's eyes widened in shock. "The woman you see on the television is here in the city somewhere. I can see other people as well;” She changed the channel, and the television now displayed a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Unfortunately, a split second after the cartoon came up, Tom screamed loudly, having stabbed himself in the ass with a needle on the end of a pool cue. Nanu yelped in fright and threw herself into Becky's arms, shaking. Becky wheezed as she tumbled onto her back, holding onto her young ward. Nanu was trembling, her face stuffed between Becky's boobs. "Mistress, the box frightens me," the girl whispered. "It is too loud." "We can change how loud it is, Nanu," Becky said gently, pushing herself up into a sitting position and hugging Nanu, who was still wrapped around her, refusing to let go. "My world is probably rather loud compared to the one you know, my love. And the noises will be things you're not used to. But I promise you that you will adapt. Just like you did to life in Rome, and just like you will to bacon." Nanu nodded and then turned her head to look back at the TV. "Is; is that supposed to be a mouse and a cat?" Becky nodded. "Someone drew them to look comical and make people laugh." "The mouse is trying to kill the cat," Nanu pointed out. "He struck the cat on the head with the stick so that the cat screamed and swallowed that rolling ball. The mouse is evil. Are cats not sacred in your time, Mistress?" "Cats think they are, but many people just keep them as pets," Becky laughed. "Turn around and let me show you more. And I promise you, Nanu, nobody is caught inside the box. I don't quite know how to explain yet, but I will when I can. The television is meant to entertain." She changed the channel again and Nanu watched intently as Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago slugging it out on the screen. "You have gladiators in your society, Mistress?" she breathed, watching the bulging muscles flex as the two men pummeled one another. "We pay some athletes to fight, but we do not have death sports, like you remember," Becky replied, shrugging as she hugged Nanu, who was still sitting in her lap. "I mean, maybe some countries like the Veniti (Russians) do, but they're rather barbaric. We have Olympics, like you remember, just a lot more events. But this is just a story being told, this isn't real." "It looks very real," Nanu said, still glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other." "Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?" Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well, just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real." "How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?" Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up. "Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that actually happened, or whether it is a drama." Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?" Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel. Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another. "Oh, Nunes! She Just Hurt Cyborg!" crowed the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying. "And; they never use weapons?" Nanu asked in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice. "No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real." "These women are not very attractive, and punching each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?" Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere. "What else, does the magic box show us?" Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu might have been familiar with. "Do you; remember how announcements were placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?" Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things from hearsay, people telling other people things." "Well, there are people who are paid to report nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world." Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?" "Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm. "To-ron-to." Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against my lips, Mistress." Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut;” She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Tor-ron-to." Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet, darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you spell your name?" "Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some, Mistress, but; I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name." "Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the kitchen;” She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some colored markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the tip. "Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently but firmly. Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth, sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white color she'd almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface. NANV "Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English;” NANU Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?" Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well." She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu, followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT. Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I; I know my family is gone now but; what does my home look like?" "Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world." Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous and mighty?" Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth." Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain, Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but; I don't think the people there are Egyptians the way you understand them." Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?" "No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to explain. "But; for centuries after your time, there were waves of people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?" Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the great desert, aren't they?" Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those children in time, and soon; your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not as you would think of it." The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu. "My people are gone;” she murmured, looking at the floor. "We are no more;” Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in my world of your bloodline, your people." Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme." Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat, shall we?" This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table and sat Nanu down before sitting herself. "Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions, cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter," Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it." Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter. "What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like." Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You have eaten almonds?" The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop suspiciously. "This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon." Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively. She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly. "Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you." She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested. "Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you;” the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a cunt." "All in due course, my dear," Becky assured her. "For now, just eat." "How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed myself if I cannot work the food makers?" "I will start teaching you," the blonde said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food, but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some things that don't require the heat makers." "I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You said you teach young minds?" Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences." "Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?" Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu, education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's why I'm a teacher, after all." "I just thought you were smarter than everyone else and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You are certainly smarter than M-ark." "You'll get no argument from me, darling," giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing my science class." "Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they are failing in their studies." "No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between eight and nine hours." "That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress, but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about your world." "I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard." Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard, Mistress!" "Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table, leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd had it licked off her tits or her cunt, after all. They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub, where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath, making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class. "Hmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his." "I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's tits and down her torso. She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's cunt, and out of it. The brat in her came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day. "And you can't take me with you to your work?" Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's tits. "It's not a good idea right now, my love," the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but Mark is there, and he can't see you right now." "I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him at your school every day?" Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand that Mark and I travel through time, right?" Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes." "Well; imagine if I took you to see your family, but before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea who you were, because you weren't born yet." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress." "The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us, darling. So; you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad idea." Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I must just take your word for it; again." "Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either." "Three months without cock, Mistress," the younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?" "Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can." "Just not your students," Nanu grunted. "Who else is there?" Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers." "There must be lots of people in this world to fuck, Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt, but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I wanted when I was a slave." Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons. She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the time stream, had she? In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the innkeeper's two daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all. What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own time? "Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know who yet, but I'll make it happen." Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub getting to her. "Hmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock in my cunt." "So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do. We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow." "Where can we get some cock, Mistress?" Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her. The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big risk? Of course! Talk about surefire! She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close. "Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you. All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with me first, okay? I have to teach you some things." Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!" I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before then." Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone, which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface, which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was. Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button? She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button, allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shush gesture with her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and watched intently. Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical, wondrous voice. "Hello?" "Heya, Lady Prof," Becky said cheerfully. "It's Becky." What sounded like a gasp of delight emanated from the little box Becky held, and then the wonderful voice again. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer! How are you, my dearest and most talented student?" "I'm good, thanks," Becky replied, feeling a delicious tingle at the sound of that voice. "If you and Lord High Eve

Send us your feedback — we're listeningPhilippians 4:6–7 — Peace of God: Restoration for the Weary Heart“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 4:6–7Recorded live here in London, England with Reverend Ben Cooper. Philippians 4:6–7 is among the most globally searched scriptures because anxiety, fear and mental exhaustion are some of the highest global pressures today. Across Australia, the United States, Ghana, the United Kingdom and the Philippines, millions look for peace that the world cannot give. prayer in our Day 1 Global Arc leads us into RESTORATION — letting God untangle the worries of the day and breathe peace over the mind. Paul writes these words from a place of vulnerability yet deep spiritual strength.The Holy Spirit meets us in the very place where anxiety rises, reminding us: You can bring everything to God. Nothing is too heavy, too confusing or too small. The peace of God does not simply calm you — it guards you. Like a shield over your heart and mind, His peace stands watch. You are not meant to carry today's weight into tonight. Jesus gently invites you to lay everything down — the worries, the pressure, the fear, the questions. The Holy Spirit quiets the anxious heart and restores the mind. Peace that surpasses understanding is not emotional relief — it is supernatural intervention. It is God placing His hand on your heart and saying, “Rest now. I am with you.” We pray for Australia, the United States, Ghana and the United Kingdom Lord, let Your peace rest upon these nations. Heal homes filled with stress, workplaces filled with pressure, and hearts filled with fear. Restore mental and emotional wellbeing. Let the peace of Christ flow like a river through cities, churches and families. Where anxiety has ruled, let Your peace now guard. Pray for peace to replace anxiety tonight Ask God to calm emotional and mental pressure.Pray for healing from stress and worry.Ask the Holy Spirit to guard the mind.Pray for rest for those overwhelmed.Ask Jesus to restore joy where it has faded.Pray for clarity in places of confusion.Ask God to lift fear from the heart.Pray for peace to fill homes and families.Thank God for guarding your heart.  Release the weight of the dSupport the showFor more inspiring content, visit RBChristianRadio.net — your home for daily devotionals, global prayer, and biblical encouragement for every season of life. We invite you to connect with our dedicated prayer hub at DailyPrayer.uk — a place where believers from every nation unite in prayer around the clock. If you need prayer, or would like to leave a request, this is the place to come. Our mission is simple: to pray with you, to stand with you, and to keep the power of prayer at the centre of everyday life. Your support through DailyPrayer.uk helps us continue sharing the gospel and covering the nations in prayer. You can also discover our ministry services and life celebrations at LifeCelebrant.net — serving families with faith, dignity, and hope. If this devotional blesses you, please consider supporting our listener-funded mission by buying us a coffee through RBChristianRadio.net. Every prayer, every gift, and every share helps us keep broadcasting God's Word to the world.

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"If you're finishing this year feeling weary, take heart. God is not finished with you. He's still restoring, still strengthening, still writing redemption into your story. May we trade our striving for His rest and find hope for what's next. The same God who has held me, holds you too."Leave a comment for Karina: https://incourage.me/?p=255341--Pick up the winter issue of DaySpring's Everyday Faith Magazine! From cover to cover, you'll find stories of comfort and joy, including a Christmas Bible Reading Plan, tips to help you actually mail your holiday cards, a word of the year quiz, and new holiday recipes and traditions. Get your copy today on DaySpring.com or at your local Sam's Club, Costco, CVS, Walmart, or wherever you buy magazines. The (in)courage podcast is brought to you by DaySpring. For over 50 years, DaySpring has created quality cards, books, and gifts that help you live your faith. Find out more at DaySpring.com.Connect with (in)courage: Facebook & Instagram for daily encouragement, videos, and more! Website for the (in)courage library, to meet our contributors, and to access the archives. Email us at incourage@dayspring.com. Leave a podcast review on Apple!

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The end is near. There is no doubt about it. The warnings are dire. The tone of today's texts is ominous. But the baptized know how to live in the meantime. The baptized are strengthened for the living of these days in word and sacrament. The baptized rally around the invitation of the apostle: “Do not be weary in doing what is right.”

Jesus offers a parable to underscore the crucial need to pray with regularity and conviction. (Lectionary #496) November 15, 2025 - Cathedral Rectory - Superior, WI Fr. Andrew Ricci - www.studyprayserve.com  

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This episode comes straight from a weary heart — mine. I've had one of those weeks where everything feels heavy, and I almost didn't record. But the Lord reminded me that even when we're weary, He still calls us. We'll look at Elijah under the broom tree in 1 Kings 19 and talk about how God doesn't scold us for being tired — He strengthens us there. If you're worn down, wondering how to keep going, this is your reminder: you don't have to be strong to be faithful. You just have to stay surrendered. Enjoy and be encouraged!    Join Us In The Christian Mom Community- SCRIPTURE OF THE MONTH! https://www.facebook.com/groups/christianfemaleentrepreneur     Freebie- www.simplyjenniferbrown.com  

In this Soul Whisper, I'm offering a quiet reminder for the days when you're questioning your worth or feeling like you're falling short. If you've been carrying self-doubt, comparison, or just that heavy feeling of not doing or being enough—this one's for you. Take a few minutes, breathe with me, and let this message meet you where you are. You are still enough. Even now. Especially now.  

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Even in the midst of caring for a child with special needs, Jesus offers rest—and you can help bring hope and relief to families like Rebekah's. -------- Thank you for listening! Your support of Joni and Friends helps make this show possible.     Joni and Friends envisions a world where every person with a disability finds hope, dignity, and their place in the body of Christ. Become part of the global movement today at www.joniandfriends.org   Find more encouragement on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube.

We want to hear from you! Submit your Thanksgiving Prayer or a short note of thanks! Your submissions could be featured on Your Daily Prayer as we lead up to Thanksgiving Day. Thank you again for your continued support—we can’t wait to hear from you! https://tinyurl.com/322k4xau *Submissions closing 11/7 at 1 EST When life feels heavy and the days blur into exhaustion, it’s easy to wonder if true rest is even possible. As our daily prayer and devotional remind us, whether it’s from illness, emotional pain, grief, or stress, weariness can weigh on our hearts and bodies. In this honest reflection, Vivian Bricker shares how her struggle with chronic illness has taught her to lean on Jesus’ promise in Matthew 11:28–30 — that He offers real rest for the weary. God’s invitation to “come” is both gentle and personal. He doesn’t demand strength from us; instead, He offers His own. In our weakness, He promises peace. When we take His yoke upon us — choosing to walk in step with Him — we discover that His way is not burdensome but freeing. The world tells us to carry everything ourselves; Jesus tells us to hand it all over to Him. No matter what’s weighing you down today — pain, uncertainty, loss, or loneliness — remember this: you are not alone, and you are not forgotten. Christ invites you to exchange your burdens for His peace and your exhaustion for His rest. Today's Bible Reading:“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28–30

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TEATIME WITH MISS LIZ November 4th | 7 PM ESTGuest: Liisa Kovala — Author • Book Coach • Podcaster Title:Like Water for Weary Souls: Writing Through Memory, Mystery, and Sisterhood Tagline:Where history meets heart, and the currents of truth run deeper than the surface we see. Teatime Topic:Miss Liz welcomes Liisa Kovala, a Finnish Canadian author and book coach, for a robust conversation on storytelling, heritage, and healing through words. Together, they'll explore her upcoming historical novel Like Water for Weary Souls — a tale of family, grief, and courage in Depression-era Northern Ontario — and how writing helps preserve both memory and humanity. Description:In this heartfelt evening, Teatime, Miss Liz sits down with Liisa Kovala, an award-nominated author whose stories echo across generations. Her latest novel, Like Water for Weary Souls (House of Karhu, 2025), transports readers to the haunting beauty of Northern Ontario, where immigrant sisters navigate love, loss, and the secrets that shape their survival. Liisa's earlier works — Sisu's Winter War (2022) and Surviving Stutthof: My Father's Memories Behind the Death Gate (2017) — reveal her dedication to preserving the truths of history through deeply personal narratives. Her writing bridges heritage, heart, and hope, drawing from her Finnish roots and the landscapes that inspire her. As an author, book coach, and podcaster, Liisa empowers others to find their voice and tell the stories that matter most. IntroductionTeatime with Miss Liz, I welcome a storyteller whose words flow like water — deep, reflective, and full of truth. My guest, Liisa Kovala, is a Finnish Canadian author, book coach, and podcaster whose novels explore love, loss, heritage, and the quiet strength of survival.Her latest work, Like Water for Weary Souls, transports readers to a Northern Ontario mining town, where they are immersed in mystery, grief, and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood.Together, we'll uncover how stories not only honour the past but heal the soul — one truth at a time.” Closing Summary“What a profound and moving conversation it will be with Liisa Kovala. Her storytelling will remind us that truth flows like water — sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, but constantly shaping the soul.Through her words, she gives voice to memory, courage, and the hidden strength that can be found in love and loss. Will give thanks to Liisa, for bringing your heart and heritage to the Teatime table and for reminding us that storytelling is not just what we write — it's what we live, feel, and pass on.”Liisa Kovala is a Finnish Canadian author, book coach, and podcaster. Her novels include Surviving Stutthof, Sisu's Winter War, and Like Water for Weary Souls (2025). Inspired by her Finnish roots and Northern Ontario's rugged landscape, Liisa writes stories of resilience, love, and the courage to face untold truths.#TeatimeWithMissLiz #LiisaKovala #LikeWaterForWearySouls #HistoricalFiction #StorytellingForHealing #CanadianAuthors #FinnishHeritage #WomenWriters #BookCoach #WritingThroughPain #MissLizTEE #TeachingEducationalAwareness #ResilienceAndTruth #AuthorsOfCourage #HealingThroughStorytellin

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In this enlightening episode, we dive deep into the pressing issue of burnout in our fast-paced society. Join us as we explore the concept of margin—how creating space in our schedules and priorities can lead to a more balanced and fulfilling life. We discuss the overwhelming stress and exhaustion many of us feel, and how the relentless pursuit of progress can often come at the cost of our peace. Through personal anecdotes and insightful observations, we highlight the importance of recognizing our limits and the detrimental effects of living life on the edge. Key topics include: The impact of technology on our work-life balance The significance of building emotional reserves How fear of missing out and falling behind drives our schedules Practical indicators that you may be heading toward burnout The relationship between margin, faith, and well-being Whether you're a busy professional, a parent, or simply someone looking to find more peace in your life, this episode offers valuable insights and actionable steps to help you reclaim your time and prioritize what truly matters. Read along with our chosen scripture: Leviticus 19:9–10; Deuteronomy 24:19; Matthew 6:31–34 In our attempt to get the most out of life, it's easy to lose control of our lives. For most of us, space in our schedule feels more like a luxury than a necessity. In this series, Bryant shows us how to create in our life and relationships before it's too late. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are an alternative to church as usual. Our Sunday worship service is approximately a 75-minute experience designed to introduce people to the message of Jesus and equip believers to live their lives in response to the Gospel while their kids enjoy one of our safe children's environments. Centerpoint is designed to meet you wherever you are on the journey whether you are just checking out the "church thing" or you are a committed Christ follower. Centerpoint is a casual environment that combines today's music with creative media and relevant teaching. We hope you will visit us at Centerpoint Church regardless of what your past church experience has looked like.

That Solo Life, Episode 320: When You Feel Out of Sync with Your PR Career Episode Summary In this episode, hosts Karen Swim, APR of Solo PR Pro and Michelle Kane of Voice Matters, take a moment to discuss a crucial topic for every solo practitioner: self-reflection. They explore the growing feeling among communications professionals that something is missing, even if they love their work. This conversation explores the importance of pausing to evaluate what you truly want from your career and life, particularly in an environment where everything is changing. From leaning into discomfort to the power of community, Karen and Michelle share personal insights and inspiration to help you align your business with your personal fulfillment and plan for the future from a place of strength. Episode Highlights [01:22] The challenge for solo pros to hit the pause button and focus on their own needs and business direction. [02:26] A common theme in the industry: professionals feeling unfulfilled and seeking a change or a better life-work balance. [03:32] Why it's natural and healthy to explore different interests within your career and the importance of scheduling time for self-reflection. [04:36] How major life events and global challenges are shifting perspectives on what truly matters, prompting a re-evaluation of personal values and purpose. [05:33] The power of leaning into discomfort, exploring your feelings, and finding support and inspiration from community, like women's conferences. [06:21] Michelle shares key takeaways from the "Power Your Potential" women's conference, including sessions on people-pleasing and advocating for yourself. [09:06] The conversation connects personal foundation to business clarity, visioning, and goal setting. [10:11] Navigating economically challenging times can also be an opportunity for a more fulfilling life by leaning into a "season of less" to grow personally. [12:17] How examining your life and business during tough times can help you plan from a place of strength and make better decisions. [13:19] A discussion on ditching the "hustle hard" culture for a healthier, more sustainable approach to work and life. [15:48] Acknowledging that your professional interests evolve, and now is a perfect time to re-examine what you love to do in the face of industry changes. Related Episodes & Additional Information In this episode, Michelle mentions attending the Power Your Potential Women's Conference, presented by the Chamber of Commerce for Greater Montgomery County. Solo PR Pro Blog: Working, Wounded and Weary and Why It Matters That Solo Life: Managing Uncertain Times with Chip Griffin Host & Show Info That Solo Life is a podcast created for public relations, communication, and marketing professionals who work as independent and small practitioners. Hosted by Karen Swim, APR, founder of Words For Hire and President of Solo PR, and Michelle Kane, Principal of Voice Matters, the show delivers expert insights, encouragement, and advice for solo PR pros navigating today's dynamic professional landscape. Love what you heard? Don't miss another episode! Subscribe to That Solo Life on Apple, Spotify, or YouTube to get the latest insights and inspiration for your solo journey.

On today’s episode, David Wollen and Danny Rojas share how God is using El Faro de Redención to shine the light of Christ across Cuba in the midst of hardship and need.

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Have you ever felt like your heart is willing, but your body just can't keep up?You're not alone, friend. In this week's episode, I'm sharing from my own season of exhaustion—hospital stays, grief, caregiving, hormonal shifts, and that never-ending to-do list that doesn't leave much room to breathe.Through real-life reflection and gentle encouragement, I'll walk you through the small but powerful reset that's been helping me find peace again, even when life feels anything but peaceful. You'll hear how long-term stress, fatigue, and hormones can impact patience and focus—and how one simple, one-minute practice, backed by both research and faith, can help you calm your body and mind before burnout hits.This isn't about perfection or self-care—it's about surrender and peace right in the middle of motherhood. Backed by studies from Harvard Health (2023), USC (2019), Stanford (2020), and the APA (2022), I'll share how to recognize your body's cues, build gentle habits for recovery, and prepare your heart before the busy holiday season begins.If you've been running on empty but still want to love your family well, this episode will help you exhale, breathe, and remember: God is here—you don't have to do it all right now.

Summary: Strength returns when our Heart, Head, Hands, and Habits are submitted to Jesus. In this episode, Pam walks through each “H” with Scripture and simple practices you can use immediately. Scriptures: Philippians 2:3; Psalm 1:1-3   Resources & Links: Want to take the Leadership Quiz? Click here. Join the Private Group for more Encouragement: [link] L.E.A.D. booklet [link] Truth Journal [link] 1:1 Coaching Session ($97) [link] Related episodes: “Episode 183: Do you feel Stuck? Stop Making Excuses and Start Walking in Purpose."     Need support? Schedule your Leadership Coaching Session → https://www.pampegram.com/coaching Pam Pegram is a Leadership and Personal Growth Coach, helping women step into God's plan by leaning into Biblical truth, experiencing personal growth, and becoming intentional about influence. God is ready to use you to influence others and make an impact in their life. Start now. Visit https://www.pampegram.com/ and check out the Marketplace, invite Pam to speak to your group or at your event, read Pam's blog, and start taking steps forward with clarity and confidence.     SEO Keywords: Christian leadership, find strength in God, mind of Christ, spiritual habits, servant leadership, biblical resilience, lead like Jesus, intentional living, clarity, God's plan.

Today’s Bible Verse:"The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple." — Psalm 19:7 When life leaves you drained or confused, Scripture revives what the world wears down. Psalm 19:7 reminds us that God’s Word doesn’t just instruct—it restores. His truth brings clarity, peace, and direction to weary hearts. Meet Today’s Host: Reverend Jessica Van Roekel

Chuck DeGroat is a follower of Jesus, a husband to Sara for 31 years, and a father to two amazing daughters. He serves as Professor of Counseling and Christian Spirituality and Executive Director of the Clinical Mental Health Counseling Program at Western Theological Seminary, Holland, MI. He is also a faculty member for the Soul Care Institute.   He is a licensed therapist, a spiritual director, author of six books, and retreat leader/speaker. As a therapist, he has specialized in pastoral (and leadership) health, abuse and trauma, and navigating spiritual and emotional obstacles on the faith journey.   He just founded a new graduate clinical counseling program at Western Theological Seminary. He is the author of “Healing What's Within: Coming Home to Yourself and to God When You're Wounded, Weary, and Wandering”.

Feeling weighed down by everything happening in the world? You're not alone. In this episode, I'm sharing how to recognize and overcome the spirit of heaviness that can make life feel overwhelming. Here's the truth I want you to know: we were never meant to carry it all. I'm starting with a simple story about grocery shopping with my son that revealed a profound spiritual principle that changed my perspective on everything. I'm diving into the reality of spiritual warfare and the heaviness that comes from trying to bear burdens we weren't designed to carry. I'll show you how Isaiah 61:3 promises us a "garment of praise instead of a spirit of heaviness" - and how to actually walk in that freedom. Listen in to discover: Why heaviness is actually a spiritual attack, not just emotions The difference between healthy grieving and the spirit of heaviness How to take authority over oppressive spirits through the Holy Spirit's power Why your words matter so much (life and death are in the power of the tongue) Practical ways I've learned to shift the atmosphere through praise and worship Moving from victim to victor mentality in your spiritual walk Free Resource: 8 Powerful Declarations to Speak Over Your Children Download at https://revivalmomprays.com/ Join the 12-Week Revival Mom Rising Experience Transform your home and your heart through the holiday season and into the new year. Replays available plus live weekly sessions. Sign up:  www.revival.mom/rising or email: alyssa@alyssarahn.com  

When Moses Grew Weary, They Lifted His Hands: Scripture Reflection for October 19, 2025 by Priests for Life

For the Twenty-ninth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Fr. Frank Donio, S.A.C. reflects on openness to the response of God to our prayers. Follow us:The Catholic Apostolate CenterThe Center's podcast websiteInstagramFacebookApple PodcastsSpotify Fr. Frank Donio, S.A.C. also appears on the podcast, On Mission, which is produced by the Catholic Apostolate Center. Follow the Center on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube to remain up-to-date on the latest Center resources. Listen to Fr. Frank's more of weekly reflections and recent blogcasts.

In this episode of the Home School Dads series, David Nunnery is joined by Davis Carman, president of Apologia Educational Ministries, to tackle the essential role of a dad in the homeschool journey: encouraging and supporting his wife. Davis shares profound insights and actionable advice for husbands who want to move past feeling "lost" and become proactive leaders. This conversation is key for every dad committed to discipling his kids, strengthening his marriage, and fostering a confident, peaceful homeschool environment. Men's Challenge: Pay close attention to your wife's day without jumping in to solve problems. Observe her routines, listen to her tone of voice, and notice the moments she seems weary or overwhelmed. Based on your observations, choose one tangible, non-academic task to take off her plate for the entire week. This could be anything from handling all the evening clean-up to packing co-op lunches or managing the kids' bedtime routine. Make it your responsibility, and do it with a cheerful attitude. Key Takeaways: Own the Responsibility, Not Just the Workload: The wife carries the bulk of the day-to-day workload, but the husband must carry 100% of the responsibility for the family's mission and direction to prevent burnout. Create a Family Mission Statement: Dads should sit down with their wives and proactively develop a clear mission statement or "Elevator Speech" for why they homeschool. This acts as a compass when the school year gets difficult. The Three R's of Homeschooling: Prioritize Relationships (God, spouse, siblings), Reasoning (critical thinking), and Resolve (discovering God's calling) over mere academics. Be the Defender and File Keeper: The husband should be the one to defend the homeschooling decision to critics (friends, family, in-laws) and handle the administrative duties (knowing state laws, keeping records, standardized testing sign-ups). Provide a Weekly Planning Retreat: A practical way to support Mom is to take the kids for a consistent 2-4 hour block (like a Sunday evening) so she can leave the house, decompress, and plan the week. This boosts her confidence significantly. Never Ask "What Did You Do All Day?": When re-engaging with the family after work, do not question her productivity. Instead, immediately engage by asking the kids what they learned and taking the leadership role (the "captain is home"). Lead Family Worship/Discipleship: Use the dinner table or bedtime as a "Deuteronomy 6 moment" for asking spiritual questions, having conversations, and leading family worship. Resources Mentioned: Apologia Curriculum "Let's Talk Homeschool" Podcast with Davis Carmen Heart School Parenting Intensive: A program offered by Teach Them Diligently, designed to help parents set a vision for their family. Teach Them Diligently 2026 registration is now open! We hope you will join us in 2026 at Pigeon Forge or Branson! With many sessions specifically for dads, get the encouragement you need to lead your family well! Connect With Us: Instagram: @TeachThemDiligently Facebook: Teach Them Diligently YouTube: Teach Them Diligently Channel Subscribe + Share: If this episode helped you, take a minute to subscribe, rate, and share with another homeschool family. We sure would be grateful!

B-Team stumble into a slew of Sorcerests while traveling back to the Ruins of Raezeen. Support us directly on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/stinkydragon - get access to ad-free episodes, bonus content like Stinky Dragon Adventures & Second Wind, our patreon-exclusive discord, and more! Check out our new Halloween merch at store.stinkydragonpod.com ! Follow us on our socials at https://linktr.ee/TalesFromTheStinkyDragon Cast: Gus Sorola, Blaine Gibson, Barbara Dunkelman, Jon Risinger, Chris Demarais Writer/Editor/Composer: Micah Risinger Producer: Benjamin Ernst Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

(2 Corinthians 11:25-28) Journeying With Paul: The Apostle Paul spent most of his life "on the road." There were times he grew weary and days he was discouraged, but one truth kept him. Listen to his story and you will find some help for the journey of life. (09244251009)  Keep Studying  Whether you're a new believer or have walked with the Lord for years, you'll find thousands of free devotionals, Bible studies, audio series, and Scripture tools designed to strengthen your faith, deepen your understanding of the Bible, and help you stay rooted in the Word of God. 

On today’s episode, Jason discusses all the biggest headlines to come out of Sunday’s Week 4 NFL action, including: the Kansas City Chiefs beatdown of Baltimore to send the very wounded Ravens to 3-1, the Green Bay Packers bizarre tie with the Dallas Cowboys in Micah Parsons’ return to Big D, his biggest takeaway from the Los Angeles Rams’ competitive win over the Indianapolis Colts, and much more! Finally, J-Mac closes the show with his Best Bets for the upcoming Monday Night Football double-header featuring the New York Jets vs the Miami Dolphins and the Denver Broncos vs the Cincinnati Bengals. Follow Jason on Twitter and Instagram. Click here to subscribe, rate and review all of the latest Straight Fire with Jason McIntyre podcasts! #OddCoupleSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.