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Karoline, you have been nothing short of extraordinary. You have taken on one of the toughest jobs in Washington with confidence, discipline, grace and an unmatched ability to deliver the President’s message. Simply put, you are the greatest @PressSec . But what has been equally special is that you’ve let us see the woman behind the podium. It has been a privilege to watch you excel as a professional while also being an incredible wife and devoted mom. You’ve made all of us, who have had the privilege of working alongside you, so proud. I am blessed to call you dear friend and I’m excited to see what your next chapter looks like. Congratulations, @karolineleavitt !

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud...it is not self-seeking. - 1 Corinthians 13:4-5

Prayer for Stress Heavenly Father, My heart feels heavy, and my mind is overwhelmed. I come to You because You are my refuge and my peace. Please calm every anxious thought and replace my fear with Your perfect peace. Give me strength for today, wisdom for every decision, and courage to trust You even when I cannot see the way ahead. Remind me that I am never alone, because You are always with me. Help me to rest in Your promises, surrender my worries into Your hands, and walk in faith instead of fear. Fill my heart with hope, joy, and confidence in Your unfailing love. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.

Lord God, Please fill my heart with Your peace. Calm my thoughts, quiet my fears, and remove all restlessness within me. Let Your peace guard my mind and guide my actions. Help me release anger, worry, and pain from the past. Give me patience, understanding, and a gentle spirit. May peace flow into my home, my relationships, and my future. I place everything in Your hands and choose to trust You. Amen 🙏

Heaven ushered in a hero of the faith last night as my Dad was welcomed home! Many will say sorry for your loss but the truth is he’s not lost, we know exactly where he is. He’s home. Forever! I asked him last week what he looked forward to most about Heaven, and he simply said, “Jesus.” He couldn’t wait to see Jesus face to face. Praise God that his wait is over. Death has been swallowed up in victory. He’s healed and whole now. So we don’t mourn as those with no hope. See you soon Dad!

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Here is a prayer you can pray right now if you need some encouragement for what you’re facing today: Heavenly Father, I acknowledge that all the power I need is in the name of Your Son, Jesus. I declare His name to be higher than any name I have given this situation. I will not declare hopelessness or fear or anxiety, or anything else threatening to make me run from Jesus. I declare all hope, all courage, all assurance, all power in Jesus. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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Good morning X. Happy Wednesday. One more day until the Masters. 🔥

It's here. Good morning from Masters Monday. #themasters

I was in Bible college the week before 9/11. Testimony service. Folding chairs. Fluorescent lights. Mandatory attendance. Everyone expected the usual: clean stories, safe sins, spiritual résumés. Then a tattooed giant walked to the front with his wife. Former heroin addict. Former bouncer. She’d worked the streets. Met him through her pimp. Both of them gripping Bibles like flotation devices. They sang. Badly. Then he preached for five minutes. No polish. No structure. No seminary cadence. The hermeneutics professor winced. The English teacher checked the clock. But the altar filled. Heaven moved while the educated missed it. That moment never left me. Because it exposed something most Christians don’t want to admit: God does His best work in people who are still a mess. That’s why Jelly Roll scares the industry. Pills. Prison. Years burned down. Then he grabbed the Grammy mic and said the one name you’re not supposed to say out loud if you want to keep a career. “I love you, Lord.” The crowd cheered. The suits froze. They always do. Because God isn’t finished with him yet. And unfinished people are dangerous. Moses wasn’t Moses overnight. He saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew. Rage took over. Looked left. Looked right. No witnesses. So he killed him. Buried the body in the sand. Forty years later he’s still running when the bush burns. Still seeing blood on his hands. “Who am I?” he asks. God sends him anyway. Not from murderer to hero. From murderer to man still being worked on. Paul didn’t become Paul overnight either. Stephen preached. Rocks flew. Skulls cracked. Coats piled at Saul’s feet while he approved. Years later, after writing half your New Testament, he’s still begging God about a thorn. God doesn’t say, “You’re finished.” He says, “My grace is sufficient.” Your Bible reeks of in-progress redemption. Exodus doesn’t hide the murder. Acts doesn’t hide the coats. KJV. No polish. No PR team. That tattooed couple went home after chapel. Monday came. Cravings stayed. Memories stayed. God stayed. Jelly Roll will wake up tomorrow with the same demons and the same industry pressure to shut up. God will still be working. You’re not disqualified. You’re under construction. Same clay. Same Potter. Same wheel. Build anyway. Fall anyway. Get up anyway.

HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr.: “We’re about to release dietary guidelines that are going to change the food culture in this country. They’re going to change the kinds of food the military gets. They’re going to change the kind of food our children get. We’re releasing those in December.” About time!

Today I swung my front door wide open and placed my Remington 30.06 on the deck rail. I left six cartridges beside it, then left it alone and went about my business. While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, my neighbor across the street mowed his lawn, a girl walked her dog down the street, and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign near the front of my house. After about an hour, I checked on the gun. It was still sitting there, right where I had left it. It hadn't moved itself off the deck rail. It hadn't killed anyone, even with the numerous opportunities it had presented to do so. In fact, it hadn't even loaded itself. You can imagine my surprise, with all the hype by the Left and the Media about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people. Either the media is wrong or I'm in possession of the laziest gun in the world. The United States is third in murders throughout the World. But if you take out just four cities: Chicago , Detroit , Washington DC and New Orleans , the United States is fourth from the bottom, in the entire world, for murders. These four Cities also have the toughest Gun Control Laws in the U.S. All four of these cities are CONTROLLED BY DEMOCRATS. It would be absurd to draw any conclusions from this data - correct? Well, I'm off to check on my spoons. I hear they're making people fat .

A while ago, probably in 2017, I appeared on Tucker Carlson's Fox show to talk about God knows what. Afterwards a name I barely knew sent me a DM on twitter and told me I did a great job. It was Charlie Kirk, and that moment of kindness began a friendship that lasted until today. Charlie was fascinated by ideas and always willing to learn and change his mind. Like me, he was skeptical of Donald Trump in 2016. Like me, he came to see President Trump as the only figure capable of moving American politics away from the globalism that had dominated for our entire lives. When others were right, he learned from them. When he was right--as he usually was--he was generous. With Charlie, the attitude was never, "I told you so." But: "welcome." Charlie was one of the first people I called when I thought about running for senate in early 2021. I was interested but skeptical there was a pathway. We talked through everything, from the strategy to the fundraising to the grassroots of the movement he knew so well. He introduced me to some of the people who would run my campaign and also to Donald Trump Jr. "Like his dad, he's misunderstood. He's extremely smart, and very much on our wavelength." Don took a call from me because Charlie asked him too. Long before I ever committed (even in my mind) to running, Charlie had me speak to his donors at a TPUSA event. He walked me around the room and introduced me. He gave me honest feedback on my remarks. He had no reason to do this, no expectation that I'd go anywhere. I was polling, at that point, well below 5 percent. He did it because we were friends, and because he was a good man. When I became the VP nominee--something Charlie advocated for both in public and private--Charlie was there for me. I was so glad to be part of the president's team, but candidly surprised by the effect it had on our family. Our kids, especially our oldest, struggled with the attention and the constant presence of the protective detail. I felt this acute sense of guilt, that I had conscripted my kids into this life without getting their permission. And Charlie was constantly calling and texting, checking on our family and offering guidance and prayers. Some of our most successful events were organized not by the campaign, but by TPUSA. He wasn't just a thinker, he was a doer, turning big ideas into bigger events with thousands of activists. And after every event, he would give me a big hug, tell me he was praying for me, and ask me what he could do. "You focus on Wisconsin," he'd tell me. "Arizona is in the bag." And it was. Charlie genuinely believed in and loved Jesus Christ. He had a profound faith. We used to argue about Catholicism and Protestantism and who was right about minor doctrinal questions. Because he loved God, he wanted to understand him. Someone else pointed out that Charlie died doing what he loved: discussing ideas. He would go into these hostile crowds and answer their questions. If it was a friendly crowd, and a progressive asked a question to jeers from the audience, he'd encourage his fans to calm down and let everyone speak. He exemplified a foundational virtue of our Republic: the willingness to speak openly and debate ideas. Charlie had an uncanny ability to know when to push the envelope and when to be more conventional. I've seen people attack him for years for being wrong on this or that issue publicly, never realizing that privately he was working to broaden the scope of acceptable debate. He was a great family man. I was talking to President Trump in the Oval Office today, and he said, "I know he was a very good friend of yours." I nodded silently, and President Trump observed that Charlie really loved his family. The president was right. Charlie was so proud of Erika and the two kids. He was so happy to be a father. And he felt such gratitude for having found a woman of God with whom he could build a family. Charlie Kirk was a true friend. The kind of guy you could say something to and know it would always stay with him. I am on more than a few group chats with Charlie and people he introduced me to over the years. We celebrate weddings and babies, bust each other's chops, and mourn the loss of loved ones. We talk about politics and policy and sports and life. These group chats include people at the very highest level of our government. They trusted him, loved him, and knew he'd always have their backs. And because he was a true friend ,you could instinctively trust the people Charlie introduced you to. So much of the success we've had in this administration traces directly to Charlie's ability to organize and convene. He didn't just help us win in 2024, he helped us staff the entire government. I was in a meeting in the West Wing when those group chats started lighting up with people telling Charlie they were praying for him. And that's how I learned the news that my friend had been shot. I prayed a lot over the next hour, as first good news and then bad trickled in. God didn't answer those prayers, and that's OK. He had other plans. And now that Charlie is in heaven, I'll ask him to talk to big man directly on behalf of his family, his friends, and the country he loved so dearly. You ran a good race, my friend. We've got it from here.

Charlie Kirk’s pastor asked me to share this: “My friend Charlie Kirk was murdered today by a coward. His life will be remembered for many wonderful things. He built it all with the power of the spoken word. He never used violence but was threatened every day with violence by those who couldn’t contend with logic and truth and now they have done to my friend what evil always does; it takes away life. Charlie did not die however but instead he has begun to truly live. His life was secured eternally by His Savior Jesus Christ. This truth allowed Charlie to face every threat with courage because he didn’t fear death. All evil knows is death and they derive power from death. Charlie lived for life and will be remembered for this. My heart is broken for his family; His wife Erika and his two precious children. Evil has not prevailed and it will not win.” Rob McCoy He called me his pastor but I prefer to be known as his friend and biggest fan.

They thought they could stop us, but they have only emboldened us We will finish where Charlie left off

"If you believe in something, you need to have the courage to fight for those ideas - not run away from them or try and silence them." — Charlie Kirk

@grok what is this world coming to?

Absolutely criminal… 🚨 RFK Jr. claims the CDC hid studies showing autism rates were 1135% higher in children vaccinated with Hepatitis B compared to unvaccinated children What RFK Jr is referring to is a secret meeting the CDC had, known as ‘Simpsonwood’… They kept this study secret and manipulated the data through multiple variations to bury the link between the vaccine and autism. He says we know how they did it, they got rid of all of the older children out of the study, and focused their manipulated study on children who were too young to be diagnosed rumble.com/v6vlhxd-cdc-hi…

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.