ThinMint

Where to begin when it comes to the emasculation of our societies here in the West... For the past decades, the poisoning of our minds and bodies have had devastating effects when it comes the erosion of masculinity. Physically, many scientists have written about the rising levels of estrogens. Socially, men have been undermined in order to remove them as the heads of households over years of social engineering. To the point that today, it is clear that men are attacked and treated as second class citizens under the guise of some fabricated theory that they must ‘pay’ for enforcing a ‘patriarchy’ for centuries. Much too long to develop these points further in this post. But in essence, everything is about undermining what is shown in this chart. I didn’t grow up with a father or strong male figures around me - but that has made me all the more deeply appreciative of the men who are strong, and who are good fathers. Wishing these men a Happy Fathers’ Day. We need you more than ever in this hour.

Strong men, strong fathers, strong country. Weak men, emasculated fathers, decimated country.

6.20.21: This is about PROTECTING our CHILDREN. For God & Country means so much more! Pray! Watch on Rumble: https://tinyurl.com/44m46a2y Watch on Bitchute: https://tinyurl.com/cdhkz74p on TV: http://andweknow.tv/ https://www.andweknow.com/

I am in love with God. Over and over He shows how He is intimately and thoroughly invested in my life. When my heart was breaking He didn’t show me anger, He didn’t condemn my choices. When He knew the time was right, He tenderly showed me how I needed to change my perspective –because this would transform me. That leap of faith I took, that letting go of my hurty feelings, this wasn’t about restoring something to my Dad who had knowingly destroyed me, He did it to settle my restless mind and mend my broken heart. He knew before I did. He knew the unbearable pain I would shoulder, He knew all the tears that I would shed –and He had a plan. He was patient, He was gentle, He was compassionate. This is something available to all who trust Him. And He is worthy of our faith. When the situation seems daunting, insurmountable, overwhelming and even dangerous in our eyes, that’s when He shows us why He is the only One Who can. Turn your sorrow, your fear, your uncertainty and your pride over to Him, exchanging it for His kind of peace, joy and love. He can take our loneliness, our grief, our resentment, and give us something miraculous in return. Never give up on God.

The situation with Lin Wood’s children has me thinking a lot about those who are estranged from those they love. And I feel like someone needs to hear this so please bear with me. My non-bio Dad hurt me beyond repair. I had to walk away. For roughly 12 years I lived my life free of his physical presence. I never, not once, during this time felt guilt. And God, knowing me so fully, never pushed me, never tugged on my heart. He knew I needed this time to reflect, heal and to grow emotionally and spiritually. As my husband and I struggled to start our family, I focused on being physically healthy. God in His infinite wisdom knew there was little point to a healthy body if one’s mind and spirit are unwell. I began to feel the tug on my heart to forgive my Dad. I didn’t even fight it because I knew I needed to do this for my sake. It was hard in the sense that the unforgiveness was a part of my identity: “The Girl Who Didn’t Speak To Her Father.” It’s all I knew for the last 12 years and it was scary not knowing what lay ahead. I did forgive him, and this opened up the gate for the Holy Spirit to show me who else needed to have that grudge I was carrying dropped. It was most definitely a spiritual matter that had physical repercussions. Within a month of my “letting go and letting God,” I got pregnant with our twins. Nothing will ever change my mind that these events aren’t linked. About a year after connecting with my Dad (no fanfare, no telling him I forgave him) just simply communicating, I felt the desire to meet with him. We lived 1000 miles and years apart for so long, it was nerve-wracking. Shortly after making this decision, we learned that he was dying. We expedited our plans so he could met his grandchildren. Four months later, he passed away.

25 year old, U.S. Army Spc. Chris Harris was killed in Afghanistan in August 2017. His daughter, Christian Michelle Harris was born in March 2018. Her father's "brothers," the 2nd Battalion, 504th Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade Combat Team, 82 Airborne Division, pose with his newborn.