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Fantasy is the impossible made probable. Science Fiction is the improbable made possible.
- Rod Serling
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what a beautiful tribute to such an iconic, lovely book which stole my heart as a little girl, and holds it, though i am old, today.
Winnie the Pooh was published one hundred years ago today.
I cannot be sensible about this cartoon bear. I am a boy of no brain when it comes to him; all I have to say is that I feel every bit as hopeless with affection for him, every bit as grateful for his companionship in the world of my mind, as a child hugging a stuffed animal.
In the screwtape letters, when the young man dies and goes to heaven, he suddenly understands “The dim consciousness of friends about him which had haunted his solitudes from infancy.” The angels have been keeping watch over him in the nursery, whispering to him of divine love through childhood stories and imaginary friends.
What we learn about from Pooh Bear is nothing but pure, silly tenderness for its own sake: divine foolishness. It’s enough that I could almost wonder if, when I die, the child in me will cry out as Christopher Robin does at one point in the book: “Oh Pooh! Where are you?”
And maybe I’ll hear what Christopher Robin hears:
“‘Here I am,’ said a growly voice behind him.
‘Pooh!’
They rushed into each other's arms.”
Thanks Winnie, for everything. Happy 100.
Grief is tricky.
I was just struck by this exact phenomena when I witnessed an accident, and the one at fault was the same age and driving the same color vehicle as Paddy, who was like a son, who we lost. The young man in the accident was ok, though hurt and bloody. The accident that took the life of Paddy was also his fault. I told the guy in the accident that he was so lucky to be ok, but it is hard to look into the eyes of one whose life is spared and effectively relate the gift they have been given. To be allowed to make a stupid mistake, but not pay for it with your life is more precious than he could possibly imagine. He had no idea. His mother might comprehend the loss she just nearly faced.
But, as I drove away after giving my statement, indeed as I was writing it down, I felt the emotion well up in me. I had to pull over just a half mile down the road after being cleared to leave, to collect myself. I felt that old pit of undeniable loss well up. The years go by and you feel that you've put a deep grief behind you. And, mostly you are successful. But certain things. scents, people, laughs, memories can sneak up on you when you least suspect them and take you right back to that place in time.
Grief is never over. It is more like it becomes a part of you and you rebuild yourself around it. You slowly reassemble the broken pieces, and lovingly pack the wound. The wound you wear as a badge of honor for having loved someone who is, for now, lost to you.
Until we meet again, Paddy.
After a recent incident in which i witnessed a head on crash and was forcefully reminded of the loss of a boy who was like my son, and then sent into a fear spiral where i am terrified of losing someone else, this reminder from Greg, about God’s sustaining love, grounds me and gives me His peace.
Turn your worries into prayers. The next time you’re gripped by fear and worry, turn it into a prayer like this one: “Lord, I don’t know what to do, but I trust You. You are in control, and I commit this to You right now.” Look to the Lord and let Him give you His peace.
Your future is secure in Him. Don’t let worry convince you otherwise. Jesus asked, “Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” (Matthew 6:27 NLT). Worry can’t change anything. Prayer can move mountains, transform lives, produce soul-deep comfort, and reveal God’s wisdom. Choose prayer.
From my walk in the woods yesterday. Signs of a deer passing by the stream and the kiss of fall in the air 🍂🍁🍃
I remember. I have not forgotten. I will not forget.
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I remember that day. I worked in a small town stock brokerage in North Idaho. I only knew distantly people who lived and worked in the New York Stock Exchange and were directly effected by the attack. I remember coming in to work, watching the first tower burn, then feeling like I had been punched in the gut and turned inside out as we watched live as the 2nd plane hit the other tower. It was a frightening time. Were more planes going to strike other targets across the US? Was my elementary aged son safe in his school, or were they going to target schools too? All these questions raced through my mind as I sat at my desk, the markets closed, and tried to attend to work while shock and disbelief and pure grief washed over me again and again. We all, who lived through that time, have our own stories of that time. Seeing it live, watching in utter horror while people jumped to their deaths rather than burn to death in the inferno, watching a giant passenger plane explode into a mighty, towering building was so unimaginable, you just had to sit and gape and cry. I remember. I remember who was responsible for the attack. A bunch of zealots who belonged to a religion which worshiped death. We all who lived through that day have no excuse to forget that even. We must ensure our children and their children also remember. We must never allow anything like it to happen again. Strong borders, deport all people here illegally. Secure our infrastructure and transportation systems.
NEVER AGAIN!
25 years after September 11, 2001, my overwhelming sentiment remains what it was on that day: anger. I still feel pretty much the same level of shock when I see the footage as I did when I saw it for the very first time. I don't think it'll ever change. nationalreview.com/2026/09/l…
Great to know that Spokane is once again taking property crime seriously, though it sounds like the homeowner and other civilians did all the work and handed them the case. After having an entire trailer full of tools stolen a few years back they told us they weren’t investigating property crime. Glad this guy got his stuff back but Spokane is broken.
A Spokane man was arrested for stealing from a home while its owners were evacuated during recent fires, with video evidence and social media playing crucial roles in his arrest. kxly.com/news/man-arrested-f…
I have no knowledge of this child's story prior to the viral announcement today of his death and stepping into the arms of Jesus. My heart breaks for his family's loss. On another note, they are removing oxygen and increasing sedation. I am sure the family does not see it this way, and this is not a critique of them, but the medical professionals who push increasing sedation in their end of life care. It is shockingly similar to what you do when you euthanize an animal with an overdose of sedatives. Why is this the practice for dying humans in hospice care? I have lost loved ones and this was also recommended and used on them as well. Why do we want to erase the last moments of a loved one's life in a sedative induced haze. Don't you want to be with the person, in their right mind, to the very end? I find the use of strong narcotics and sedatives in end of life care largely reprehensible.
Will Roberts, the Alabama boy who was fighting cancer, has died.
Will entered the gates of Heaven after taking his final breath at 1245 am central time.
“Me, Jason, Charlie, granny, and my dad gathered around his bed and loved on him until the doctors could get everything together to prepare and remove the oxygen and increase sedation. Once that time came, me and Jason were the only ones with him when he took his last breath,” his mother said.
“Our story with Will didn't end today. It simply changed chapters. We will spend the rest of our lives making sure the world knows who Will was, what God did through Will's life, and how one fifteen-year-old changed more lives than most people ever will.”
What an inspiration this boy was. We will miss you, Will.
Amen!
To the Americans:
I've travelled all over the world. I've familiarized myself with many places, and met many people. And I'm a Canadian, although I’m privileged to reside once again in the States.
And here's something I've noticed, and it’s a key element of America's continuing greatness:
You bloody Americans value success, and you believe in its existence.
This is something that doesn't really happen anywhere else in the world. Even in other free democracies—the United Kingdom; Finland, Sweden, and Norway; Australia, New Zealand and Canada; Germany, France, and the Netherlands (great countries all)—a counterproductive cynicism too often reigns.
Success is equated with exploitation.
Ambition is looked upon with contempt.
This happens sometimes in the United States too—particularly among the miserable progressives, who confuse their resentment, ingratitude and unearned skepticism with wisdom.
But in your great country, by and large, striving is admired and success celebrated.
This means that more people strive and succeed in the US than anywhere else. And it's increasingly obvious. You remain stunningly more innovative and productive than any people anywhere else on the planet.
And so I say, as all should who are fortunate enough to live in the western world, let alone America:
Thank God for the United States.
Thank God for the wisdom of its founders.
Thank God for its faith in the free market and in the natural rights of man.
Happy birthday, you damn Yankees and Southerners.
Long may your admirable country dominate the world.
Long may your freedom and hope provide an example to those suffering everywhere at the hands of their malevolent states.
May your two and a half centuries of unparallelled success be just the beginning.
Your country is the light of the world, and the city on the hill.
Thank God for the USA.
Happy 250th.
Dr. Jordan B. Peterson
I totally feel this with the deputy. What a blessing are these brave, working, stalwart animals. They take a piece of us and transform us into larger hearted and better humans.❤️
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O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
This is such a helpful concept which I am going to embrace, as I will soon be facing my fear of flying ✈️by flying. I must accept that God is in control, whether I am huddled in my home where I 'feel' safe, or I am at 37,000 feet, white knuckling the armrest. God is bigger than my fears! Thank you for highlighting this, @conservmillen !
Therapist @TTuck10 came on Relatable to talk about anxiety. I asked him, "If you could define anxiety, how would you define it?"
Tucker: "Fear of the future. Fear of the unknown. The verse, 'Be still and know that I am God' used to make me so angry.
I'm like, God, what do you mean be still? Like, I got a real problem here. I'm in a storm. Why do you want me to just be still?
And what I realized is that the word, and I believe it's "Rapha" in the Hebrew, it doesn’t mean just ‘don’t move.’ It means ‘release your grip.’
The idea that I thought that I had control, that was a lie anyway. If I can start to realize like, yes, the circumstances might happen that are negative or I might be in the middle of a battle right now, but if I can loosen my grip and stop white knuckling it, then I can realize that like oh—God is God, not me, and He’s going to take care of me no matter what happens.
That really is the solution to anxiety. It’s not changing your circumstances or slapping meds on it.”
Next week tune in while we talk about treating traumatic injury caused by being caught in a boat’s propeller…
Totally agree. My one primary regret in life is that I did not have more children. You cannot quantify the value of raising a child. The rewards are vast and incalculable. Reproduce like rabbits, people!
So excited to see our astronauts home safe and sound! It is astounding the difference between SpaceX and NASA. Profit driven space travel is clearly superior!
