Just because you stand in a barn and call yourself a cow doesn’t make you a cow.
Just because you stand in an office and call yourself a president…
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Christians and people standing for what is right and for righteousness – don’t give up your hope and confidence. Do not be concerned with what you see and hear. There are things going on behind the scenes. Covert isn’t covert if you tell everybody. Dates don’t mean a thing to God. Trust and have faith. He created the universe. You think He will allow this to stand?
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For those who need scriptural basis: Mark 11:22, HAVE FAITH IN GOD.
Dear President Donald J. Trump and First Lady Melania Trump.
My husband and I believe in you. We stand with you and want you to know you are not alone. There are millions of people who have not wavered in their trust in you.
We believe God put you in office, especially for such a time as this. It took a strong man and woman to deal with what we are seeing in politics today. It took a man who could not be compromised. A man who could not be bought. A man who listens to God, trusts God and knows America needs God.
You have been vilified by the press from Day 1, no, before that. They have lied and totally suppressed and ignored all the good you’ve done for America. Worst of all, so many American people believe the lies. They believe that the main stream media and social media were giving them facts. They took joy in insulting you, and saying and re-posting the lies so they spread to others.
Recently they bought into all the lies about January 6, 2021. I won’t go into that except to say that you have stood strong and firm. You are not a weak-willy who bends in the face of strife and hubris. So much hubris. My favorite word. Hubris: overbearing pride or presumption; arrogance.
You have been honest and forthright. You have not wavered in the face of gross betrayal from so many of those around you. We can’t even imagine how that has felt but we are glad you stood your ground for the good of America.
You have tirelessly worked to empty the swamp. There isn’t just a swamp. No, underneath that swamp there is a viper pit. Thank you for working to discover all.
You took on a job to Make America Great again, not realizing it hasn’t been great in an unbelievably long time, even generations. Yet to those of us behind you, we believe you have started a good job. We also believe you will have four more years to do more.
Faith means not going by what one sees and hears. It means to trust God no matter what your surroundings say. Sir, Ma’m – have faith that God has your backs. Have faith that right and righteousness will overcome darkness. Every single time.
First Lady Melania, we know you can handle it until all see the truth they’re ignoring – not like it but handle it – because you are one strong woman. You are the very definition of a true First Lady. You both represent us and our America.
No, it’s not fun to be the light in a place that looks totally surrounded by darkness. I know Someone else who stood against darkness; He won. You win, too.
We are proud to call you our President and First Lady.
Leland and Nan Loyd
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Let me end this post by saying that I know people won’t agree with me. I don’t care. I know most people out there haven’t even bothered to research the massive amount of evidence and proof. They just took the media’s word for it. I don’t care.
This is not about you, this is about me and a letter to my President and First Lady (and the honorable people who have stood by them). It’s my website. I pay for it. I can express what I want. I’m not asking you to agree. I will delete any derogative, ugly, untruthful, and rude comment. I’ve seen enough out there. I’m not going to put up with that here.
I am not going to do a motivational post about resolutions, changes, goals, and the like. People focus on leaving behind things that are not good – like not exercising.
I am focusing on things I want to drag into this new year. I am dragging in Alpha Hubby and his ways of romancing me.
I am leaving behind the things I “might” think are… ummmm… perhaps, aggravating?
I mean, really. He is an amazing man and husband. REALLY amazing. However, I think there is a disconnect in his brain that, after 25 years and 10 months, he should have pieced together and figured out.
There have been pantries that he built me for what I’m about to reveal. Both houses we’ve been in, he built me incredible pantry areas or rooms. Those might have been a clue?
This crime? The “We still have some left (in the jar, on the roll, etc.,)” versus “I don’t want to run out.” I even have a system wherein once I begin to use the next to the last of something, I make a note on the shopping list to pick up another to replace it. I like having a surplus of needed and necessary items.
Alpha Hubby? He’s of the camp that, “We can always make a run to the store.” My camp says, “I hate running out so I like surplus.” Plus, there is no way I want to use tissue or paper towels when I run out of toilet paper.
It is the difference in the way he thinks and the way I think. Should I let this aggravate me?
Well, tonight he was in the living room playing love songs loud enough to reach the room I marked as my office. This one from YouTube above is one of them. There are several tear-jerk songs he plays that always melt my heart. It’s a way he expresses his love for me.
So, on one hand we have the difference of “meh” and “more than enough” versus romantic love songs we can dance to in the living room. Which do you think is more important to me?
Hand me the Kleenex box, baby! I may be out of toilet paper but I love the way you love me!
This is an older video and older song from Tanya Tucker. Look past the fuzzy picture and just listen to/watch the lyrics. Oh yeah, and we’re not leaving here for a long, long time! 80’s – pffff!
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As many of you know, Alpha Hubby and I met at work and married 7 weeks later. To say they were betting against us, and on how long we’d last, is an understatement (they actually did that). I am sure no one bet 25.6 years so I’m glad everyone lost their bets.
Alpha Hubby saw me from the very beginning. He saw the real me. He heard the real me. He quickly knew me (and no, not in the Biblical sense. Wash your mind!). He told me back then that when we talked that day in my cubicle for over an hour, God showed him my heart.
He was willing to take on the challenge of helping me so that I could relearn to be myself, both with him and with myself. I needed a lot of love and he had a lot to give. To him I mattered. I was worthy.
He used to tell me that all he ever wanted was to be loved for himself. I don’t think he’d ever been able to be himself, either – not for years. He was the brave warrior for those who needed rescuing. The attitudinal rude alpha male for those who wanted him for what he could give them. The anti-hero to those he found betraying his trust.
I had to dig and dig and insist that he be himself. He needed a lot of love and I had a lot to give. To me, he mattered. He was worthy.
I first heard this song on the radio in the car a few years back. Once I got past the lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I realized we’ve had:
There’s a wolf at the door With a big stack of bills they can’t pay The clouds are dark and the wind is high But they can see the other side
And we made it to the other side. We now have
With a head full of dreams And faith that can move anything
He once asked me, “Will your hook your dreams to mine? Will you go where I go?” I didn’t hesitate to say yes. How could I not? How could I not follow along with him as we went on faith adventures together? This man loves me unconditionally and has my best in mind. I am not going to mess that up.
He’s got the key to my heart! And of course, I’ve got his ring (smile).
The world said we’d never make it. Love ensured – we do, we are. we will.
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Two Sparrows in a Hurricane (Tanya Tucker)
She’s fifteen and he’s barely driving a car
She’s got his ring and he’s got the keys to her heart
It’s just matter of time
They’ll spread their wings and fly
Like two sparrows in a hurricane
Trying to find their way
With a head full of dreams
And faith that can move anything
They’ve heard it’s all uphill
But all they know is how they feel
The world says they’ll never make it, love says they will
There’s a baby crying and one more on the way
There’s a wolf at the door
With a big stack of bills they can’t pay
The clouds are dark and the wind is high
But they can see the other side
(chorus)
She’s eighty-three and he’s barely driving a car
She’s got his ring and he’s got the key to her heart
It’s just a matter of time
They’ll spread their wings and fly
Like two sparrows in a hurricane
Trying to find their way
With a head full of dreams
And faith that can move anything
They’ve heard it’s all uphill
But all they know is how they feel
The world says they’ll never make it
But love says they will
It’s been awhile since I posted. There’s a REALLY good reason for that. Everything is… nah, I’m not sharing right now.
The other day Alpha Hubby played this song. It’s one of my favorites, especially the chorus. The chorus is my song to him, but he pointed out that the verses were everything he felt for me. *sigh*
Of course, I teared up.
I tried to sing the chorus to him.
Of course, I teared up. AND choked up. Voice wobbling.
Ugh. I sing very well but I absolutely cannot sing love songs to my husband without tearing up, choking up and wobbling. His love overwhelms me. It’s strong.
You want to know how strong your love is? To know if it can crack at the simplest of things? If it can stand up to closeness few experience so they’ll never know if their love is strong or not?
Try staying in a small, two-room motel room for 4 months. You will quickly find out just how strong your love is.
Four months was up on the 24th of October. He played this song for me a few days after that.
I was not in my 20’s when I met my soul mate Knight in Shining Armor. Nope. Not even close.
I was not looking to get married and kept waiting for him to become a psycho axe-murdering killer. I’m still waiting.
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