I am not interested in raising children who are universally admired.
I want to raise children who are honest, courageous, kind, and capable of standing alone when necessary.
How your children speak to themselves (and to your grandchildren) will be echoes of your own words.
You can bless them for generations. Or, you can haunt their memories.
It's your choice.
Not only is the white birth rate increasing as the others fall dramatically, but the vast majority of those births are in conservative households
To some degree, politics is biological, and the rise of homeschooling and like things have made the sort of conservative parents who do have kids better at ensuring their kids grow up to not be insufferable leftists
So long as the immigration tidal wave is held at bay (amnesty is death for this reason), the relatively near future will look very different from the present. We just have to get there
It's our duty to have our genes on the other side of now as liberalism breeds itself into disappearance
I did a funeral for a man that had been married to his wife for 55 years. "It wasn't just any 55 years, it was 55 good years," his widow told me.
After the service I found myself standing alone at his casket along with his wife. She was trying to figure out how to say her last goodbye before they closed her husband's casket for the final time.
She looked at me, smiled and said, "He kissed me every night at bedtime and hugged me every morning when we got up. He faithfully sent me flowers, and still told me everyday that I was beautiful." I felt as if I was listening in on a private conversation as she continued to tell me, "He often called me Hazel." I asked how she got that nickname and she said, "My eyes are hazel, and he always told me how beautiful my eyes were." I smiled at her as my heart hurt for her.
It was then she continued to talk, but now she spoke to him and not to me. "Thank you for being so good to me," she said with tears and a smile, "I will miss you, and I will see you soon." She patted him on the hand, kissed him on the forehead and nodded to me and said softly, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
As I drove to the cemetery to say a few last words for the family, I realized that I had been privileged to witness a very holy last moment between a husband and wife. I couldn't help but be thankful and inspired by this man who was no longer alive.
I sat for a moment by myself to collect my thoughts ... and then I prayed, "Lord, please raise up more men who will hug their wife every morning, kiss her every night and remind her every day that she's beautiful."
~Trey
Modern retirement is a Marxist invention designed to destroy intergeneration relationships and the compounding growth of wisdom and resources within Christian families and nations.
It is largely based off of and consistent with the socialist utility theory of persons repackaged for the American middle class.
It promises you a life of leisure and consumption once your usefulness in the productive markets has been expended.
If you've bought into the lie, then you have likely traded the stewardship responsibility that God gave you to lead, guide, provide, and counsel the younger generations for a condo in Florida or Arizona, a depreciating RV, an annual cruise, and a quiet life of comfort and ease.
The enemies of God celebrate when you to discard your later years through the avoidance of responsibility and refraining from passing down your wisdom.
The Bible tells you to bear fruit in old age.
Your responsibility as the family Patriarch doesn't end until God calls you home.
Stop trying to escape the world and finish the race well.
"The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,
they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
planted in the house of the Lord,
they will flourish in the courts of our God.
They will still bear fruit in old age,
they will stay fresh and green,
proclaiming, “The Lord is upright;
he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him."
- Psalm 92:12-15
A child does not need a perfect mother.
A child needs a mother who is present, who apologizes when she is wrong, and who makes home feel like a place of unconditional love.
Was literally explaining the, "society falls when old men don't plant trees they will never sit under" to my neighbor (boomer)
He said he didn't get it and why would he plant trees if won't be around to see them