Five days.
Til the election.
The one so contentious it makes the Revolutionary War
look like a family squabble.
Never once did I ever think I’d see the collapse of
this Great Country in my lifetime. Not on our watch. Not with my generation at
the helm. If we lose the legacy left in our care by an army of veterans who
died to preserve this Republic, we will have no one to blame but our own
deluded selves. We heard the warnings. We may not have known how to steer this storm-tossed
ship, but God help us, the alarm bells have been sounding for years. I fear we
were asleep at the wheel and woke up too late.
Someone neglected their duty – a collective someone – and
missed the frantic warnings sent out constantly by faithful lighthouses for
decades. The rocks of destruction obscured the shoreline, but we didn’t
recognize the danger. As breakers licked their lips in saline anticipation of
our imminent doom, we looked the other way and hoped for the best.
Is it too late to turn this Titanic around? I’m
praying it’s not. Oh, God, how I’ve prayed. Earnestly, desperately, weeping, I’ve
asked God since January to expose the truth, the lies, the evil, and hold the
perpetrators of it all accountable.
Be careful what you pray for.
I had no idea how deep the corruption, how
far-reaching the tentacles of evil, how devastating the betrayal by men and
women who lied as they swore to support and defend our Constitution against all
enemies, both foreign and domestic and bear true faith and allegiance to the
same. It never occurred to me that they themselves were our enemies.
God answers prayer. The truth is coming out. And it’s
ugly.
I didn’t know about the pedophilia. I didn’t know
about adrenochrome. Or Hollywood’s addiction to it. Or red shoes.
I was unaware of the push toward Marxism, socialism,
and communism in our universities. For decades.
I naïvely trusted in the balance of power, confident
that justice still prevails, and that public servants are exactly that. I had
no idea that career politicians never retire and their bank accounts grow
larger than the national debt while they tax us into poverty.
I laughed at the overreaction and obvious marketing maneuvers
when designer face masks first showed up on the internet on foreign faces. I
never dreamed our elected officials would soon force them on us and that citizens
would be arrested for refusing to wear them.
You see, until this spring, I thought that America was
still the Land of the Free.
I was sure everyone around me would realize the “novel”
virus could be outsmarted by a healthy immune system created for just such a
purpose by our Creator. But I, like everyone else, knew nothing of herd
immunity until a group of courageous doctors explained it to us and were
immediately shut down, their message silenced, their videos removed. I never
dreamed we no longer have freedom of the press or that communistic censorship
would rule America.
I also didn’t know the Mainstream Media is corrupt. Like
I told you—asleep at the wheel.
This time last year I still believed our Constitution
was as impenetrable as Fort Knox. That my right to peaceably assemble, worship
in public or private, and bear arms if the need arose to protect my property,
my loved ones, or my own life was immutable. I still understood that public
property was public – not once did it cross my mind that statues stood in the
open as an invitation to thugs to destroy them—without fear of consequences.
I’ve been a mother for thirty-nine years, but if
either of my children had ever attacked police officers, thrown Molotov
cocktails at department stores and federal buildings, beaten strangers bloody simply
because they disagreed with them, or stolen millions of dollars’ worth of
merchandise and called it a “peaceful protest,” the last thing on earth I’d
have done was form a wall with other mothers of criminals and wept at the way my
kids were misunderstood by the masses.
I’d have beaten their butts and turned them in to the
police. Just ask my children.
I always understood that destruction and violence were
against the law and would be punished. That “peaceful” meant no one died or was
maimed and no buildings were burned down while police officers watched
helplessly on the sidelines as per orders from their supervisors and mayors. I
thought “protesters” and “rioters” were listed separately in the dictionary for
a reason.
I didn’t know someone changed dictionaries when I wasn’t
looking.
But above all else, as wave after wave of shocking
violence and panic and fear was lobbed at us every single day since last
spring, it was inconceivable to me that the end result would be the fall of our
country into the hands of power hungry politicians who’ve sold their souls to
the devil of socialism.
Is it too late for America? I don’t believe for one
minute that God is punishing us. Let’s be real here—we’ve never been a perfect
people in a perfect country. I am confident that God is on the side of good. He shed His grace on America, remember? That
the great experiment of freedom dreamed up by our forefathers was honored by
our Creator. He fights for us. And while I did not, any more than you, see
the net that was cast for us by enemies both foreign and domestic this year,
nothing takes the God of Heaven by surprise.
Nothing.
It is not too late to avoid the breakers. To save our
ship. The world is rooting for us—it’s true. I’ve read their comments. People
in Australia and England and Canada and Spain and Chile and Africa and other
countries see the trouble we’re in and they are praying for us. Praying that we
will survive this crisis. Why?
Because America is the last vestige of hope in a world
already overtaken by evil men who want nothing more than to oppress freedom.
Five days. While the clock ticks its countdown, the
beacons of warning flash their lights across the waves—from sea to shining sea.
Are you awake yet?
My thanks goes to Peter Roome for permission to use his stunning photograph, seen above. The original can be viewed by following this link to the artist's page:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/roome/6827668519/in/photolist-bpkzYK-Gr6qEC-jFtRi-HaSoXf-294kjRt-5u2UKm-716Gg6-cp89xG-8kh1AG-rnzgD-ax42SR-ae3kKz-f28cUg-cvgVXE-52yDr9-3MV8WA-TPoysM-czfcH3-5tXsdi-6ScUiQ-2aowWGb-6skiXG-F6ZGX-2UD4Tt-cFUjNh-t6uhab-6Botho-jUomZ-a92DbQ-d2yL7N-33wJ7f-caLE2o-2dASo-pYxhX8-9d21EE-59QYg-9d1Unm-wetu7P-jUoBu-LfiKC-cDmYEf-28dezU6-WYyQs-QhYz32-FF9fJC-BQobTW-4eKm39-6nXQba-iNqpro-JqhB24
