“As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way!”
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It is an interesting time that we are living through. Even as I study history, I've never before witnessed the global extravagance of wickedness that we're now seeing. There have been vast land masses and empires where tyrants have conquered and ruled, but nothing as broad and far reaching as the current revolution of depravity and brainwashing exposing itself before our very eyes.
 
I find that as I listen to naivety speak, my mind gets sparked by a phrase or a word. For days I will ponder them and even experience sleeplessness over what I'd heard. I return to the source or person in my thoughts. I pray about it and seek answers in the Bible.
 
My greatest concern is what children are going through in this bedlam of mass confusion and treacherous ideology amongst a consensus of openly flagrant little antichrists. Those who operate in darkness yet have disingenuously formed ranks in the dominion of worldly imperialism. Their collective authority has, as one of its goals, the debasement of minds of the “next” generation. They seek to empower an “anything is permissible” way of thinking amid the collectivism of immorality. God ordained parental leadership to raise up children that would know him, obey him, and walk in his ways. Parents, in their extreme folly to please their peers and the ever-growing culture of “no judgement," have slowly, methodically, given up their responsibility to govern their own households in righteousness.
 
To live as though there is no judgment of anything we do is to inhabit a euphoric comic book reality. There must be a red line one should never cross. Yet society, the educational systems, business communities, government regulations, so-called "social justice" issues, along with unsavory oligarchs who rule in high places have sorely tested our God given ability to know what is good and pure. What is honorable to the Almighty. In doing so, there has emerged a comradery of individuals who no longer desire meekness or self-control. There prospers by and large, a concerted affinity to lift a fist against the Lord of Hosts and no longer concern oneself with “Hallowed be His name.”
 
Parents who cling to kindness as a mantra of wanting their children to be raised as little non-judgmental ideologues of the future, have also desensitized them from being able to distinguish right from wrong. Little ones look to their parents. They trust them, they want to please them, and then they get thrown to the wolves! Children assume that they will be protected. If a parent gives another authority over them such as a teacher or day care provider, a child can but think that they have been put into safekeeping. A child would never think that a parent doesn’t love them enough to refrain from throwing them into the pit of modern day Molech worship.
 
​The guardian of a child’s soul rests in the hands of their parents. A parent judges them. If they were to slap a sibling or hurt someone unnecessarily, a parent corrects them, even causing them to feel shame. Along with the charge of being a parent goes the task of teaching your children. The Bible assigns the response from a child as “Children, obey your parents in the Lord; for this is right.” (Ephesians 6:1). It would then be imperative that a parent also teach them and shield them from the heinousness and the consequences of not being equipped to judge that which is depravity. There is such depravity in the world that even to think of some examples is hellish. Imagine telling a 2-, 3-, 4-, or 5-year-old … that their parent assigned them their gender of male or female. Or that the existence of multiple genders is real. What barbaric cruelty. If you are a father or a mother and you allow this or other putrid indoctrination to take over even a miniscule of your child’s mind and heart you are a horrific, wicked, sinful human being. You think there isn’t going to be judgement against you by The God of Creation?
​Think again…
 
This is not a time when division exists as it’s been perceived by the spellbinding talking points which have been repeated for years. No, the division is minimal. The majority is marching lock step. They are the simple minded, they are the weak, and their minds are eager to please, and to go along to get along. They have been trapped into believing an overindulgent permissiveness that in the end will lead to death. They are dragging their children in chains thru a crucible of brilliant trickery that will end in destruction.
 
The remnant is those who have been born again and have been given the power of God to overcome.  We are the poor, the contrite of spirit. We are those who tremble at the word of God. We, as well as every individual of the world, will give an account before him for everything we have done or not done, and for every word that comes out of our mouths. We are the ones who agree with God about sin and repentance. We are the ones who are humbled by the blood of Jesus. We are the ones who sojourn in a world that is not our home. We are the ones whose eyes are averted, looking up for the day when the Lord brings us to Himself. We know that our Savior lives and our hope and faith rests in Him.

“The Ox Cart Man” where can you be…beneath the
piles before me or hiding near my knee?
Six eyes line the window, hazel and brown, wonder
of wonders a bag full of books has just been found.

Here she comes our teacher grammy…could it be the
“Good Night Moon” or “Free Fall” from leaves high in a tree?

Tiny fingers hold tight the chairs propped looking up
the driveway, just twenty minutes longer the day
still bright reminds me. “Hello Red Fox” says Eric Carle,
 as she enters with a bell “The Polar Express”
has her excited this story she has to tell.

Oh joy she longs to share as they sit upon the couch
“Roxaboxen” or “Green Eggs and Ham” if you please,
our "Mama s not a Llama" they laugh and tease.

Their cat comes up beside them as she reads
“Cats here, cats there, cats and kittens everywhere”
while fingers touch her necklace dangling with
white beads.

Oh for such a time as this she loved them through
and through “Blueberries for Sal”, “Make Way for
Ducklings”, “One Morning in Maine” and “Time of
Wonder” the cover written in gold and blue.

For your inquiring, enchanted mind she wrote in
’89, moon snails and spiders are very similar you
know for “Chickens Aren’t the Only Ones” where eggs are made to grow.

The funny ones we love “There’s a Nightmare in My Closet” peeping and nestled
on the blankets edge “The Napping House” breaks not my bed when everyone is
sleeping.

Should it end not there for further on she goes and
here she comes again with Lewis in tow.
By far a favorite each summer stuffed in her big black purse,
the chronicles of Narnia where Prince Caspian is
known to say “I don’t like running away” come jumping off the page.

Yet in another pocket she reveals something new
“The Island of The Blue Dolphin” is torn and tattered too.

She knits you all a snowflake and gives you each
a kiss while her face is singing sagas of the Sacketts’
in the west, L’Mours’ historical fictions are sitting on her chest.

Her shelves appear disordered some would even say a mess,
but hands reach out to touch them her books above her desk.

She signed everyone one she gave you each child
received her best, a scripture to remind them how
wonderfully they’re blessed.

Once asked a person wisely does anyone perceive how
much she loves those written words books “A” to “Z”?

Most worshiped within her soul the one the Lord Himself holds.
She prays the words He’s written with each of you in mind,
​ each one that He has given her His glory may they find...