@amber_stuart: Replying to @katiekom #biblemodeapp #biblemode

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❌Sherry “Wildlife Paparazzi”❌ :

Just make a focus mode on your phone and call it Bible mode. You don’t need an app

2025-12-05 04:36:24

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Kimberly Beck :

I just downloaded and there is a free trial then it’s 5 dollars a week!

2025-09-20 00:39:28

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Bible Mode :

Bible Mode is amazing app 🥰🥰

2025-10-30 23:56:42

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Maela Brennon :

does anyone know if this is on Android phones as well? thank you in advance!

2025-11-03 01:31:27

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supermanhaterloverhater :

Yes. I love this app. Sooo goood!!!!!🥰🙏

2025-11-05 23:32:08

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Faith with Nana ✝️ :

Thanks for sharing this info about the Bible mode app!

2025-10-13 03:31:52

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LisaNJ2NC :

is this available on Android?

2025-09-27 17:32:09

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5Eagles :

It’s pretty sad that it costs money to do this.

2025-10-19 11:18:09

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Bibles :

Amazing!!

2026-02-07 16:47:12

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BibleLearners@ :

Great app 🌸

2026-02-05 13:44:40

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Faithful & humble mama :

Thank you for sharing this, it’s so helpful!!

2025-10-13 21:50:05

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Felicia Janee’ :

It’s not free

2026-01-27 20:18:00

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prhaulswithchar :

This app is very useful

2026-01-07 12:52:31

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Stacy Lynn ❌️ :

I just tell myself, " dont get on my phone until my bible reading is over " it's pretty simple 🙏🥰

2025-10-16 02:40:27

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Yulissa Liriano :

Can u simply exit the mode whenever you please?

2025-11-13 17:42:43

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Joy Russ ✝️ :

I can't get it

2025-10-11 13:32:45

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Bible Mode :

So amazing and very easy to used

2025-10-28 09:08:10

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Cozy Chaotic& Blessed ☕️✨🌊 :

I really need this. 😳💗

2026-04-28 08:16:41

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✞ :

I cant find it 😭

2026-04-04 11:26:37

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💐 :

is it free?

2026-03-24 23:52:43

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Miss Vanny Vee :

Its not free😳

2026-03-02 12:39:09

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Justin_Side Hustled :

Loveee it!!

2026-02-04 22:12:20

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Justin_Side Hustled :

Love it!!

2026-02-04 22:10:38

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Dannielle’ :

I love this app!

2025-12-03 21:58:49

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An imagined tale from the pen of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s great-great-grandchild. Mother promised tomorrow. The song pleaded for yesterday. Bonnie Blue Belle wanted to know who would take responsibility for Atlanta’s Burnt Offerings. “Must you bring that up?” Scarlett asked. Bonnie hadn’t brought it up. She had inherited it. The land. The name. The good china. A family that remembered every piece of silver but grew vague when asked whose hands had polished it. She had inherited her mother’s determination, too. This was admired until she determined to ask questions. In this telling, Bonnie lived. Literary ancestors could be corrected. That was what descendants were for. Scarlett opened the family ledger and withdrew a document tied with a scarlet ribbon. “My will. Everything here is yours.” “Even what you never answered for?” Scarlett kept her hand on the paper. “I have been hungry. I have stood in a field with nothing in my stomach. You ask who polished the silver. I remember wondering what we could sell.” Bonnie listened. “You have the leisure to question what I kept because I kept enough for you to live.” “I know you fought for this.” “I fought for you.” “And I’m here, Mother. But who fought for the people who weren’t allowed to leave?” “They were part of our life.” “Were you allowed to sell the other parts?” The spoon stopped against the cup. Some questions had terrible table manners. The scarlet ribbon lay across the family name. Hester Prynne had worn her letter where everyone could see it. One woman’s disgrace, neatly embroidered, invited a whole community to stand in judgment. Scarlett’s letter lay respectably on the table. Witnessed. Signed. Fit to be honoured. It described what Bonnie would inherit, but said little about how it had become the family’s to give. “So this is your scarlet letter.” “My last will and testament.” “You’ve never been short of either.” Despite herself, Scarlett smiled. Then Bonnie turned the page. There was Atlanta. The sky lit with everything tomorrow would be expected to repair. Bonnie could mourn a home without consecrating everything that had happened inside it. “We lost so much.” She believed them. She wanted to hear the people who had lost before the flames. Who mourned a vanished order, and who hoped it might finally be gone? The ashes did not make those histories identical. Nor did a righteous cause make everyone caught in a fire a willing sacrifice. “War requires sacrifice,” someone explained. “Whose?” Burnt offerings. Such a reverent expression. It suggested an altar, a purpose, someone’s consent. Bonnie wanted to meet whoever had volunteered everybody else. “Surely you can honour the dead,” Scarlett said. “I’m trying to find them beneath the speeches.” From another room came “Yesterday,” in Judith Durham’s voice. Bonnie understood wanting back a person, a home, an ordinary afternoon before the terrible thing happened. But yesterday had not been equally kind to all its children. “What would you have me leave you?” Scarlett asked. “The truth with it.” “And what will you do with that?” Bonnie drew the document toward her. She could spend her life prosecuting her mother and still leave everything exactly as she found it. Now she would have to decide what those answers required of her. She had inherited Scarlett’s will. What she did with it would be her own testament. “Tomorrow is another day,” Scarlett said. Bonnie pulled a chair to the table and opened the ledger. “Yes, Mother. But these are today’s accounts.” Resonances: “Yesterday” — The Beatles, as sung by Judith Durham. Gone with the Wind — Margaret Mitchell. The Scarlet Letter — Nathaniel Hawthorne. Just Tracy, Just ’Cause — Parsimony. Clarity. Virtue. Under One Sky — HOME | Truth • Responsibility • Consent • Always. FOR CONTEMPLATION. © 2026 Tracy Peressini. ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #Love #family #truth #Home #firehorse

An imagined tale from the pen of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s great-great-grandchild. Mother promised tomorrow. The song pleaded for yesterday. Bonnie Blue Belle wanted to know who would take responsibility for Atlanta’s Burnt Offerings. “Must you bring that up?” Scarlett asked. Bonnie hadn’t brought it up. She had inherited it. The land. The name. The good china. A family that remembered every piece of silver but grew vague when asked whose hands had polished it. She had inherited her mother’s determination, too. This was admired until she determined to ask questions. In this telling, Bonnie lived. Literary ancestors could be corrected. That was what descendants were for. Scarlett opened the family ledger and withdrew a document tied with a scarlet ribbon. “My will. Everything here is yours.” “Even what you never answered for?” Scarlett kept her hand on the paper. “I have been hungry. I have stood in a field with nothing in my stomach. You ask who polished the silver. I remember wondering what we could sell.” Bonnie listened. “You have the leisure to question what I kept because I kept enough for you to live.” “I know you fought for this.” “I fought for you.” “And I’m here, Mother. But who fought for the people who weren’t allowed to leave?” “They were part of our life.” “Were you allowed to sell the other parts?” The spoon stopped against the cup. Some questions had terrible table manners. The scarlet ribbon lay across the family name. Hester Prynne had worn her letter where everyone could see it. One woman’s disgrace, neatly embroidered, invited a whole community to stand in judgment. Scarlett’s letter lay respectably on the table. Witnessed. Signed. Fit to be honoured. It described what Bonnie would inherit, but said little about how it had become the family’s to give. “So this is your scarlet letter.” “My last will and testament.” “You’ve never been short of either.” Despite herself, Scarlett smiled. Then Bonnie turned the page. There was Atlanta. The sky lit with everything tomorrow would be expected to repair. Bonnie could mourn a home without consecrating everything that had happened inside it. “We lost so much.” She believed them. She wanted to hear the people who had lost before the flames. Who mourned a vanished order, and who hoped it might finally be gone? The ashes did not make those histories identical. Nor did a righteous cause make everyone caught in a fire a willing sacrifice. “War requires sacrifice,” someone explained. “Whose?” Burnt offerings. Such a reverent expression. It suggested an altar, a purpose, someone’s consent. Bonnie wanted to meet whoever had volunteered everybody else. “Surely you can honour the dead,” Scarlett said. “I’m trying to find them beneath the speeches.” From another room came “Yesterday,” in Judith Durham’s voice. Bonnie understood wanting back a person, a home, an ordinary afternoon before the terrible thing happened. But yesterday had not been equally kind to all its children. “What would you have me leave you?” Scarlett asked. “The truth with it.” “And what will you do with that?” Bonnie drew the document toward her. She could spend her life prosecuting her mother and still leave everything exactly as she found it. Now she would have to decide what those answers required of her. She had inherited Scarlett’s will. What she did with it would be her own testament. “Tomorrow is another day,” Scarlett said. Bonnie pulled a chair to the table and opened the ledger. “Yes, Mother. But these are today’s accounts.” Resonances: “Yesterday” — The Beatles, as sung by Judith Durham. Gone with the Wind — Margaret Mitchell. The Scarlet Letter — Nathaniel Hawthorne. Just Tracy, Just ’Cause — Parsimony. Clarity. Virtue. Under One Sky — HOME | Truth • Responsibility • Consent • Always. FOR CONTEMPLATION. © 2026 Tracy Peressini. ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #Love #family #truth #Home #firehorse

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