Broken!
I was in Dollar Tree last night, and there was a lady and two kids behind me in the LONG line. One was a big kid, and the other one was a toddler. The bigger one had a pack of glow sticks, and the toddler was screaming for them. The Mom opened the pack and gave him one which stopped his tears. He walked around with it smiling; but then the bigger boy took it, and the toddler started screaming again. Just as the Mom was about to fuss, the older child bent the glow stick and handed it back to the toddler. As we walked outside at the same time, the toddler noticed that the stick was now glowing; and his brother said, “I had to break it so that you could get the full effect from it.”
I almost ran, because l could hear God saying to me, “I had to break you to show you why I created you. You had to go through it so you could fulfill your purpose.”
That precious child was happy just swinging that “unbroken” glow stick around in the air, because he didn’t understand what it was created to do – which was “glow”.
There are some people who will be content just “being,” but some of us are chosen… we have to be “broken.”
We have to get sick.
We have to lose a job.
We go through a divorce.
We have to bury our spouse, parents, best friend, or our child…
In those moments of desperation, We were broken. But… when the breaking is done, then we will be able to see the reason for which we were created. So when you see us glowing, just know that we have been broken.

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When I said “till death do us part”, I never dreamed it would be “till murdered do us part”

Murdered by harmful hospital protocols!

https://chbmp.org/cases/uncategorized/sharis-story/

One day, ?
you wake up in paradise
in the arms of the one
who made you feel safe and loved for 26 Years.

Just a few weeks later, his body is ripped from your Arms in a hospital bed, his heart never to beat again.

***Make no mistake,
Cov1d didn’t kill my Beloved,
hospitol protocols did!
WWw.protocolkills.com

The only reason we went to ER on Nov 30, 2021 was to get the monoclonal antibodies and go home, but they refused to give it to him because his oxygen levels had dropped to 72 after wearing a mask waiting in the ER. Once they put him on oxygen, they refused to give him the antibodies. Then they checked him into the hospital and no one in the hospital can get Monoclonal antibodies. Four days before he died, they outlawed monoclonal antibodies for all, January 21, 2022.
We said from day one, absolutely no remdisivir and no vent! I think they did the first without our knowing Bc he had all the symptoms of perfectly healthy organs all shutting down within days, the cytokine storm and 3 sepsis attacks, all side effects of a that drug. 57 days of pure torture, he was repeatedly refused food and water And every life-saving protocol I requested and even begged over and over again. He lost 72 pounds and Looked like a POW. How many more needless Deaths before we all unite and stand up and stop the lies and tyranny? How many? Will it be your loved one next or YOU?

Interview transcript

Day of death: 01/25/2022

Location: Texas 

Hospital: Peterson Kerrville and Methodist

Allowed to see family or patient advocate?: No, victim was isolated 

Asked to sign DNR: Yes, victim was asked to sign a DNR 

Asked if vaccinated: Yes 

Was the victim treated differently as a result of disclosing their vax status?: Yes 

How victim was treated differently after disclosing vax status: 

Told them they were stupid and they were berated and denied other treatments.

“I have hours and hours recorded of these conversations of me fighting, begging, pleading.” Shari

Name of Victim: Todd Snyder

Age: 53 years old

Date of onset of symptoms: 11/22/2021

First sought medical attention: 11/30/2021

Admitted to hospital: 11/30/2021

Treatment received at hospital: Cruelly mistreated 

Experience in hospital: 

Bullied, denied necessities of life, like no nutrition or water. He lost 72 pounds. He wasn’t cleaned, left in his own urine and developed sepsis. 

Medications given: antibiotics, fentynal, pain killers, paralytic drugs, sedatives

Date victim was placed on a ventilator: 12/18/2021

Days on a ventilator: : 37days days

Person being interviewed: Shari Snyder

Relationship To Victim: spouse

Pursuing legal action?: Yes 

Engaging in activism: Yes 

What types of activism: telling her story

My testimony video here

https://chbmp.org/cases/uncategorized/sharis-story/?fbclid=IwAR1FIb6PAch3hBEY2inynerHicHzqLXVGquQEVlFlAFLcU6E9NT2do-Qm-c&fs=e&s=cl

Beautiful story posted In

Proof of life after death by

Jennifer Mitchell

It was 1984 in Tampa. I worked as a receptionist and lived penny to penny. My mother and stepfather lived in a magnificent home on the bay. While they dined at the Tampa Yacht Club, I ate saltine crackers in my apartment. This was my choice. I chose sanity over the controlling actions of a narcissistic stepfather. I was neither then, nor now, for show, rent or sale, no matter how hungry.

Struggling on my own at twenty years old, things hit me all at once: car trouble, boss trouble, financial trouble, my electricity shut off, I couldn’t afford a telephone. I told no one, but eventually I boiled over inside. I broke.

Defeated, I crawled into my twin bed pushed up against the wall in my room. Somehow sleeping in a corner made me feel safer.

I began my silent prayers as I did every night but then became enraged, fed-up, frustrated. And I told God off. I told Him that He wasn’t real, that He didn’t listen, that He didn’t care, that it was all crap. No more would I waste my time doing things the right way. I would do it the way of the world – cheap, shallow, selfish. And no.more.God. Period.

In my sleep, I dreamed something took me by the scruff of my neck and lifted me from my bed..through the ceiling..above my apartment..through the noise and clouds..above the earth until..now I was standing. All around me blue, no…a deep violet, wait…indigo. No, there is no color I have ever seen on earth to relate this to. Off, at what seemed to be about twenty-five feet away, stood my father, my grandmother, my friend Rosemary Kidd from college who had passed from a car crash.

They stood in a group chatting and smiling. They noted my arrival with a glance and a wave. It was no big deal to them to see me. It felt like they were accustomed to seeing me. But not me. I wanted to run to them! It was real! It was true! Feelings of completeness and utter joy flooded my entire body until I thought I might burst! The answers to everything filled my head. My life before felt quick like a wink and tiny compared to this completeness. I had run the race, made it home and was..safe, loved. I thought of family/friends left behind but I didn’t care. No sadness as I knew they would join at their time. I was light, full, satisfied, peaceful.

I tried to take a step towards the group of my loved ones. My feet wouldn’t budge.

From the right, a figure in a hooded silver-grey robe approached me silently. I could see no face. No sound but only thoughts conveyed.

“You were brought to see. Now you must go back.”

Still me, sassy I replied, “Nope, I’m staying!”

I felt myself being moved backwards.

“I want to stay! Please!” I was pleading.

But the conversation was over.

Back through the clear darkness looking down at earth, through the clouds, and now sitting upright in my little bed.

I was angry! I was happy! I was laughing! I was crying!

I threw myself onto the floor, face down, and begged forgiveness from God. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

Not one time since that night have I wondered the actions of God. All the good, all the bad, I will endure without question, for there is more when it is done. More than ever imagined.

1. There is no such thing as closure.
2. There will always be regrets. No matter how much time you had, you’ll always long for more.
3. There is no timeline. You will grieve, in some form, forever.
4. Grief is not a linear “5 stages.” It is messy and confusing.
5. Grief can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy.
6. However badly you thought it could hurt, it’s a million times worse.
7. Grief will make you question your faith, your life, your whole purpose. And maybe that’s not always bad.
8. You will grieve their death, but also grieve for the future you no longer have with them.
9. There is no “normal” to grieving.
10. You’ll lose yourself. And it’ll be difficult to find yourself again.

by Jessica Traczynski

As a minimalist, a professional designer and organizer this is unbelievable that I lived with it as long as I did.

I stared at it for 100 days after he died,
It was the view from my bed each night and day.

I felt paralyzed, it was the last space tackled, Sometimes I wondered if I was afraid if I cleaned it up, he wouldn’t come back, sometimes I felt I was procrastinating at picking up my businesses again.

I knew when i finished this project, it would represent a lot of healing inside my heart.

I was born in 1973,

I’m grateful I wasn’t aborted,

I have Dreamed of seeing Roe v. Wade reversed!

If that makes you unfriend me, I’m okay with that,

I love you,

I don’t judge you,

but life is too short to play games and not be authentic!

I am rejoicing with the hosts of heaven for this victory!

I am pro life!

I am pro women and I believe abortion Harms women and scars their hearts forever!

James Says pure religion and undefiled is caring for the widows and orphans.??

I don’t know a lot of people who live this way, but
Hunter Boon has done it for years
All Across the globe…

God bless you my friend!

Today, He provided timely advice through you once again.
You’ve been one of our best cheerleaders for 4 years since we met you.
You championed our marriage, our business, our dreams and you didn’t judge.

I’m paying it forward because of your influence. You’ve taught me a lot!

James 1:27 – Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

1. We collected memories not stuff.
2. We traded a mortgage for many adventures, some with kids and some without**
3. Our HGTV experience together is one I will always cherish.
4. Our main motivator was to invest more time into our only child left at home.

(He was 11 when they built our first tiny house. Andrew was mentored in far more than just building houses. They were best friends and did practically EVERYTHING together)

5. When he died suddenly, he left almost no debt and many assets for us.
6. We had a lot of fun working together and made great memories helping people.
7. During Covid, we lived on a large ranch in west Texas where Todd taught Andrew to fish and kill rattlesnakes and be a man.
8. I spent more time learning to love myself, practice self care and be stronger spiritually.

*Photos from our daughters wedding 6-22-19

**Trips during tiny living: Dominican Republic, Mexico, Branson, MO, Kentucky, Florida, Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama, Nevada, Indiana, Chicago, Michigan, inside Texas:
nacogdoches, port aransas, south padre island, Dallas, Austin, etc.

The biggest transformation my tragedy has brought me is to live in the moment and BE PRESENT!

My motto is

SUCK ALL THE JOY

out of every moment

because I’m not promised tomorrow

and

relationships are far more important than chasing stuff or accomplishing tasks or making money.

If you gave me the choice between $1 million life insurance policy and a loving community to sustain me and help me be stronger and more resilient, I would choose the latter every single time.

I’m not saying it wouldn’t be nice to have both, but I thank God daily for His provision and blessings!

True wealth
IS
relationships!

Thank you to each of you for Loving me so well!