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A little view when I thought all the people were almost seated. I was wrong… we weren’t even half way there. The music started playing and worship started.
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In the box up to our right was our President. It was a privilege to be in the same building as President Trump. So many things crossed my mind. First off, he’s sooo tall, even from a distance he’s such a big man! When he waved, it was sweet, not sterile. He was there to honor a good friend and I saw the kindness his friends and people who know him talk about. I’m glad I was able to be there, in the same space with our President, honoring Charlie ♥️
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VP JD Vance is such an honorable man! Wow!! Charlie always spoke highly of him. I love how he shared a little insight into their friendship then later Erika shared how lovingly, he and his wife Usha, have taken her under their wing and helped console her since losing her husband.A thing of true beauty! America has a gem with this family!
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Donald Trump Jr. lightened the mood. He’s funny, articulate, smart and a good friend. It was as though everyone had a best friend in Charlie. I keep wondering how he had the time to make everyone feel so important, try to save the world, run TPUSA and be the greatest husband and Dad. He did it all and did it well.
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Erika Kirk ❤️🩹 I cried as she cried. I still cry when I think about her pain. I cried when I realized Charlie was standing in God’s presence, watching it all. I pictured them looking down from heaven, God putting His arm around Charlie and saying, “Well done my son, my good and faithful servant!” God must have hugged Charlie as he witnessed his sweet Erika sobbing.
I often wonder if God gave him a choice to answer our prayers for a miracle, but gave him a tiny glance into what the alternative was. Choosing your life and loved ones or choosing heaven and the start of a revival. The impact his death has had. Think about the two options and think about how they would/have played out.
Erika publicly forgave her husband’s killer. A woman full of true grace. I feel she did as Charlie would have done though I can’t even image how hard that must have been.
I often wonder if God gave him a choice to answer our prayers for a miracle, but gave him a tiny glance into what the alternative was. Choosing your life and loved ones or choosing heaven and the start of a revival. The impact his death has had. Think about the two options and think about how they would/have played out.
Erika publicly forgave her husband’s killer. A woman full of true grace. I feel she did as Charlie would have done though I can’t even image how hard that must have been.
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Crosses were left so we could leave a small note ❤️🩹 The entire day was filled with testimony after testimony of who Charlie was, both on and off screen. A man of God, bringing explanation and understanding of our government and constitution then bringing God’s light into the world’s darkness, offering life and a path to peace to anyone who would listen. He lived love.
And that was a wrap.
After this weekend, we’re seeing something beautiful emerge. God will redeem Charlie. Erika has forgiven his assassinator so now it’s all in God’s hands.
And that was a wrap.
After this weekend, we’re seeing something beautiful emerge. God will redeem Charlie. Erika has forgiven his assassinator so now it’s all in God’s hands.
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Forwarded from Filling Our Cups With Hope
Me: Okay, God, here's the thing. I'm scared. I'm trying not to be, but I am.
God: I know. Want to talk about it?
Me: Do we need to? I mean, you already know.
God: Let's talk about it anyway... We've done this before.
Me: I know, I just feel like I should be bigger or stronger or something by now.
God: *waiting patiently, unhurried, undistracted, never annoyed.
Me: Okay. So, I'm afraid I'll do everything I can to protect my family and it won't be enough. I'm afraid of someone I love dying. I'm afraid the world won't go back to what it was before. I'm afraid my life is always going to feel this unsettled.
God: Anything else?
Me: EVERYTHING ELSE.
God: Remember how your daughter woke up the other night and came running down the hall to your bedroom?
Me: Yes.
God: You were still awake, so when you heard her running, you started calling out to her before she even got to you... remember? Do you remember what you called out to her?
Me: I said, "You're okay! You're okay! You're okay! I'm here."
God: Why did you call out to her? Why didn't you just wait for her to get to your room?
Me: Because I wanted her to know that I was awake, and I heard her, and she didn't have to be afraid until she reached the end of the dark hallway.
God: Exactly. I hear you, my child. I hear your thoughts racing like feet down the dark hallway. There's another side to all of this. I'm there already. I've seen the end of it. And I want you to know right here as you walk through it all, you're okay. I haven't gone to sleep, and I won't.
Me: *crying. Can we sit together awhile? Can we just sit here a minute before I go back to facing it all?
God: There's nothing I'd love more.
by: Becky Thompson
God: I know. Want to talk about it?
Me: Do we need to? I mean, you already know.
God: Let's talk about it anyway... We've done this before.
Me: I know, I just feel like I should be bigger or stronger or something by now.
God: *waiting patiently, unhurried, undistracted, never annoyed.
Me: Okay. So, I'm afraid I'll do everything I can to protect my family and it won't be enough. I'm afraid of someone I love dying. I'm afraid the world won't go back to what it was before. I'm afraid my life is always going to feel this unsettled.
God: Anything else?
Me: EVERYTHING ELSE.
God: Remember how your daughter woke up the other night and came running down the hall to your bedroom?
Me: Yes.
God: You were still awake, so when you heard her running, you started calling out to her before she even got to you... remember? Do you remember what you called out to her?
Me: I said, "You're okay! You're okay! You're okay! I'm here."
God: Why did you call out to her? Why didn't you just wait for her to get to your room?
Me: Because I wanted her to know that I was awake, and I heard her, and she didn't have to be afraid until she reached the end of the dark hallway.
God: Exactly. I hear you, my child. I hear your thoughts racing like feet down the dark hallway. There's another side to all of this. I'm there already. I've seen the end of it. And I want you to know right here as you walk through it all, you're okay. I haven't gone to sleep, and I won't.
Me: *crying. Can we sit together awhile? Can we just sit here a minute before I go back to facing it all?
God: There's nothing I'd love more.
by: Becky Thompson
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It's not easy. Consistently praying for the same thing every day...faithfully, tearfully, sometimes barely even uttering words, and waking up to nothing changed.
The same surroundings. The same unanswered questions. The same silence that makes you wonder if things will ever look different.
I've been there. Maybe you've been there? Maybe you're still there now.
You keep asking God to open a door, to heal a wound, to bring clarity, to intervene, to make a way.
And yet, the scenery doesn't shift. The job hasn't come through. The diagnosis hasn't changed. The relationship still feels distant. Your heart quietly wonders, How long, O Lord?
And yet, this is where faith is strengthened.
Not in the breakthroughs, but in the barrenness.
Not just when the prayer is answered, but when it's not. Or even when the answer is "no" and you keep showing up anyway.
This is where real trust is formed, not in the visible, but in the unseen (Hebrews 11:1).
It's not weak faith to pray the same prayer day after day. It's persevering faith.
Persevering faith is the kind of faith that Jesus honors in the parable of the persistent widow (Luke 18:1-8).
It's the kind that doesn't let go, not because the outcome is guaranteed, but because the One we're clinging to is good.
I'm a firm believer that there is something very important happening in the "unchanged." Something deep and unseen, often unnoticed. God is not absent in the waiting; He's active in ways we can't yet perceive.
The stillness isn't punishment.
Sometimes it's actually a form of preparation.
Faith matures not only when God moves mountains, but when He asks us to sit beside them and trust He's still Lord over them.
So, keep praying. Not because repetition will force God's hand, but because it keeps you humble, pliable and walking within His will. Keep returning to Him. Not just tor what He can do, but because of who He is.
The breakthrough may come. Or it may not...at least not how you expected. But you will be changed.
And that's no small miracle. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
The same surroundings. The same unanswered questions. The same silence that makes you wonder if things will ever look different.
I've been there. Maybe you've been there? Maybe you're still there now.
You keep asking God to open a door, to heal a wound, to bring clarity, to intervene, to make a way.
And yet, the scenery doesn't shift. The job hasn't come through. The diagnosis hasn't changed. The relationship still feels distant. Your heart quietly wonders, How long, O Lord?
And yet, this is where faith is strengthened.
Not in the breakthroughs, but in the barrenness.
Not just when the prayer is answered, but when it's not. Or even when the answer is "no" and you keep showing up anyway.
This is where real trust is formed, not in the visible, but in the unseen (Hebrews 11:1).
It's not weak faith to pray the same prayer day after day. It's persevering faith.
Persevering faith is the kind of faith that Jesus honors in the parable of the persistent widow (Luke 18:1-8).
It's the kind that doesn't let go, not because the outcome is guaranteed, but because the One we're clinging to is good.
I'm a firm believer that there is something very important happening in the "unchanged." Something deep and unseen, often unnoticed. God is not absent in the waiting; He's active in ways we can't yet perceive.
The stillness isn't punishment.
Sometimes it's actually a form of preparation.
Faith matures not only when God moves mountains, but when He asks us to sit beside them and trust He's still Lord over them.
So, keep praying. Not because repetition will force God's hand, but because it keeps you humble, pliable and walking within His will. Keep returning to Him. Not just tor what He can do, but because of who He is.
The breakthrough may come. Or it may not...at least not how you expected. But you will be changed.
And that's no small miracle. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
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