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I'm Issuing a Call to Arms to the Women...DONT ABDICATE


Women, we have dropped the ball.  I am issuing a call to arms.   Call to arms is a "call to confront.  A call to defend against a takeover."  

A call to stand up, dig in and push back.  

A call to bow down, repent and wake up and pick back up the role God created for us.

 My heart is breaking.  Children are left to fend for themselves.  Walking the streets after dark.  Taking over their Mother's job of nurturing, protecting and providing.   

Babies are set aside or set up in favor of recreation or for showing off.  

Cosmetics and hair takes precedence over play and nurture of the babes of our own breast.  Partying with friends leaves children a lone while unsavory liaisons are built on the side.  

While Moms are focusing on what they want or how they feel, kids are left holding the bag.

 And women, what the heck, confront your man.  

If he is drinking, engaged in pornography, not providing for your family and being disrespectful...don't sit idly by and abdicate your role in your home.  

Don't play the victim when it all goes to heck and you run to the arms of another and feed your sense of entitlement.

Being a wife and a mother is not for the feint of heart and being a Christian wife and mother takes the heart warrior or a homesteader.  

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A heart of courage and determination.  

Submitting to God and to your husband is not synonymous to weakness. 

Submitting is not abdicating our own role and calling.

 Women... God has created you to nurture, love, protect and be fiercely devoted to your children and husband.

 Rise up.  

Take up the call to arms and defend your family!

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