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Father, do you hear their cries...


Will there ever be a day when I can read the news with out wanting to get physically sick for the injustice that continues to go on? It goes from a WA woman broadcasting sex acts with a 2 week old baby, 8yr old little girl, and a 6yr old little boy. What can you even say to that? I cannot even in my darkest days begin to even come close to rationalizing that one. How soon till these kids are given back to her? What does the future look like for them?

There are so many sick and twisted people in this world that sometimes it is hard to not be pessimistic. When I posted the other day about the TX man who beheaded three children b/c he thought they were demons, and he was the chosen one…seriously who can possibly come up with this stuff? I do my best to not be a bible thumper on people, but I believe that the bottom dweller roams this earth, and works through people like the ones in these stories.

Again, I ask myself, where is family and friends of these lunatics? I will say it over and over like a broken record, DON’T TELL ME NOONE NOTICES SOMEONE IS OFF THEIR ROCKER! 

And one more thing that I can’t repeat enough…..

Please take what I say with the grain of salt. Moms if you get divorced or you’re a single mom, you HAVE to, and it is your duty to protect your children. I am NOT saying all boyfriends and stepdads are molesters and abusers, because I happen to have a great husband who loves all of our kids and only one is biologically his, but you would never know they are know that by his actions. But here me out. Boyfriends have no stake in that precious child of yours. That child is a gift. You are the one, who is there to protect them, please don’t fail them. Don’t make your child pay the price b/c of your choices.

Romans 12:19 ESV  Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.”


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