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America, Gif, and Target: fantasyeyebrows: lost-time-memery: WAKE UP AMERICA???????!!!!

fantasyeyebrows: lost-time-memery: WAKE UP AMERICA???????!!!!

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Fail, God, and Life: How's being mad at God working for you? It ain't! You ain't stuck unless you want to be. So often in life we are mad at God for the storms WE created. We got into relationships with people that wouldn't commit and stayed thinking you would change their minds. Took them on as projects.. forgetting we weren't GOD! Before you know it 20 years is gone on a person that wouldn't commit. We got complacent. Well... you know I've been here for so many years. Had babies out of wedlock for them. Might as well keep staying. Your kids got his name, but you don't! Instead of trusting the red flags He kept giving us... we begged Him to change them, when they didn't even talk to God, so how could He change them? Y'all were unequally yoked. Then you get mad!!! At Him for not being a genie in a bottle. The greatest thing about our God is when you finally get your stinking thinking in to order and stop being mad and surrender.... He comes in and heals you and makes up for lost time. What would have taken 20 years He does in 5 years. One ounce of obedience does more for you than all the prayer in the world! He wants to BLOW your mind. That's the kind of God He is!! He can do anything but fail! When it's His will! See, He sees the beginning and the end. He's actually SAVING your behind when He don't answer your prayer. He knew what you were praying for was going to kill you. He knew you deserved better. He knew where He was taking you, they would never let you fly. He knew, they would make you live in pieces and not peace for the rest of your life!!! Just TRUST Him for goodness sake! Take it from a girl who learned the hard way! 😜😜😜 He loves you to infinity!! realtalkkimvideo realtalkkim realtalk iamwomanconf MyHusbandWantedMeToMakeSureIWasntTalkingAboutHim πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ ILoveMyMarkForever
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Barney, Creepy, and Driving: BETTY AND BARNEY HILL INCIDENT On the night of September 19-20. 1961 Portsmouth. NH couple Betty and Barney Hill experienced a close encounter with an unidentified flying object and two hours of lost time while driving south on Rte 3 near Lincoln. They filed an official Air Force Project Blue Book report of a brightly lit cigar-shaped craft the next day but were not public with their story until it was leaked in the Boston Traveler In 1965. This was the first widely-reported UFO abduction report In the United States. TG. The Paranormal Guide New Hampshire: First Alien Abduction New Hampshire isnt always the first place you think of when you think of aliens, but according to urban legend, it is the home of the very first alien abduction. Betty and Barney Hill were driving home one night when they saw a strange light in the sky. After watching it for a few moments, they went to drive home, but found it was a few hours later than it was only moments before. Under hypnotism, they remembered being probed and experimented on. Follow @the.paranormal.guide for more! . . . . . HASHTAGS BELOW . . . . . . . . . . . scary creepy gore horrormovie blood horrorfan love horrorjunkie ahs twd horror supernatural horroraddict makeup murder spooky terror creepypasta evil metal bloody follow paranormal ghost haunted me serialkiller like4like deepweb

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Bless Up, Chicago, and Fresh: Lil corg Drsmashlove Bruh can someone tell me what Wilco is? Low key every corporate Caucasian male in Chicago is hungover from the 'Wilco show' last night and I have no idea what this is. Is Wilco a man? A rock group? A play? A comedian? A Cirque du Soleil type trapeze show(?) See young kids fresh out of college constantly come to me for mentorship like "smash what type of advice can you give me, I'm tryina be like you, help me out!" And I'm like (1) don't be like me, I'm a mess ☺️, (2) make sure your work product is polished and timely, be dependable to the point of indispensable, and take criticism well. Last year I added a new one: (3) learn to golf (which I just started). More deals are closed on the golf course than anywhere else and a brother wasn't raised golfing so I'm making up for lost time 🏌. But now I have a new one: (4) find out what Wilco is, and become a fan, because successful Caucasians tried to keep this a secret but I just discovered the secret and now I'm passing it to my beloved followers 😍. Now go read up on Wilco and when it comes to your city u can approach three co workers and be like "aye, anyone wanna see Wilco? I got four tickets ☺️" and watch - you'll be promoted within a week on the strenth of being a Wilco fan alone - everyone gon be like "damn how Tanya became assistant treasurer like that Bruh she only two years out of college" and Ted gon be all "well let's just say someone had Wilco tickets and Bob was pleased. Very pleased. Atta girl Tanya!" (That's how people talk in the corporate world kids get ready for this shit...this why people drink so much at happy hour because this shit grate on you πŸ˜‚). In any event, I'm here for y'all! Your success is my success! Ya get me! Bless up πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
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Comfortable, Memes, and Smooth: Our love the best love because you make my imaan rise you help me in the dunya and for that reason i want to meet you again in Jannah @islam everyone I remember the first moments of holding your hand it felt instinctive for you to offer your hand to me, and only natural for me to take it. My heart was filled with a strange relief, as though all our shouldered worries were as light as snowflakes brushed away by mittened hands, as though my previous life had disappeared into a past that I would never revisit. It was your hands, your kind, unquestioning hands. They made me want to tell you that you had repaired something broken and weary, sewed the ripped hems of my heart back together. Your hands, holding me steady and keeping me balanced were a response to my silent prayers, my quiet moments of gratitude and trust in God. When I was waiting for them, waiting to be held and to hold, I wondered if you'd ever come – and I doubted myself, doubted that any other hand could fit into mine, could feel as comfortable and smooth against my palms, could store an exponential love between ten fingers, intertwined. So we held on tight as though we were making up for lost time, as though we would fall apart if our fingers weren't locked. And I thought I would – that is, I thought I would fall apart without your hands. And then you let go. Your hands fell to the pavement, and I wasn’t there. My hands fell to my sides: hanging, waiting, grieving. I wasn’t there to hold you as your soul departed your body. I couldn't reach you to help you, to carry you, to wrap you. You were held by someone else, ascending to where your Lord, Most High, was waiting for you. I hope He filled your hands with rewards and coolness and peace. I hope you rejoiced with what He gave you. And the truth is I didn't fall apart without your hands. I continued to walk, to pray, to breathe, to live, even when I didn't want to. Even when the earth seemed like a wasteland. Even when the night was dark and perpetual. Even when my utter brokenness was rattling inside me and the seams of my heart were almost undone. I didn't fall apart. But the weak, torn, imperfect, human hems around my heart still hope that perhaps you are somewhere, standing, hands outstretched, waiting.

I remember the first moments of holding your hand it felt instinctive for you to offer your hand to me, and only natural for me to take it. ...

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