2 posts tagged “children”
It’s great news, if you have been living a la Osama Bin Laden (a.k.a. ‘neath a rock) and haven’t heard, that the Supreme Court of our great country (it still is that IMHO) has determined that the 2nd Amendment’s right to bear arms actually applies to individual’s rights and not just to the state militia’s. Wow! How much college did that take to determine? I mean, hey, I’m no genius, but I think I had that one figured out in the 5th grade or so when we covered American History. I think even most of the animals in the Boise Zoo knew that much was true…It’s pretty funny, actually, to listen to the radio pundits talking about how “we have now given individuals the right to bear arms!” as if this was a novel idea and not over 250 years old (strictly in view of our Bill of Rights). It is, nonetheless, a great ruling. Now I have to save up and get me some six shooters, on the real.
In not-so-great-news, however, this court, just days before, had determined that our “evolving ethics” and Constitution would be properly interpreted as protecting the life of child rapists. So, let me get this straight: our Constitution does NOT give the right to life to unborn children, but it DOES protect the right to life for child rapists? (They ruled that the death penalty could not be applied to convicted child rapists.)
Hmmm….Now, I’m not suggesting anything here, but hey, you remember that 2nd Amendment? You know: right to guns and all? “Take aim,” is all I’m saying. On top of that, I say this to those convicted of said crime: unless you want a private lesson on our 2nd Amendment, keep away from the Hussey kids.
All of which reminds me of the joy and value of children.
In the slim chance you haven’t heard of Peter Singer, allow me to briefly introduce you to the esteemed Jewish professor of bioethics at Princeton University. He and those like him, would zealously disagree with any such correlation of “joy and value” with the beings known as “children.” Now, I don’t pretend to understand how Professor Singer, defends his notion that children are not “real people” until about the age of 2. This thought led him to conclude that in his view, children could be aborted (read: “murdered”) up until that age. He argues that children aren’t real people until they have a sense of tomorrow and a future. Talk about genius: simply re-define the word “person” and you can literally get away with murder. But why, you may be wondering, do I bring all this up?
Simple: we don’t live in an era that views children as “blessings of the Lord.” Our Constitution has been interpreted and re-interpreted to protect the predators of our children. Our laws have been twisted to produce an era in which the very lives of children don’t outweigh the parents’ “rights” to convenience and personal fulfillment. Our drifting away from God’s standards of absolute Truth have re-produced the heinous crimes of those who worshiped Molech, casting their children to the flames to appease the mythical deity. Children a blessing? Not so! Why, they aren’t even people until age 2! To speak of children being a blessing is archaic Puritan-speak!
None of these legislators or perpetrators have ever met my children. None of these wicked judges (please don’t call them “Justices of the Peace”) have put much stock in the inerrant Word of God. None of these so-called judges can judge very well, if they conclude that a child’s life isn’t worth defending, at any age. (Mind you, I know they aren’t unanimous in their foolishness, there are a handful who give the future hope.)
I’m thinking along these lines because our Jordyn, at age 14, has left with her Aunt Mariah and cousin Tyler on a weeklong trip to visit our pals and family in California. Tash and I have caught a wounding glimpse of what many Americans long for: “the empty nest.” Honestly, I have no idea what’s so great about that. Mind you, with 6 kids total (so far), we don’t have an empty anything as of yet. However, we do have an empty feeling and a glimpse of what life would be like if our Jordyn was married (she tells us this may happen when she’s 19! Oh, stabbing, stabbing wound!). I yearn for her speedy return, and I’m not sure if this traveling without her Daddy thing will ever happen again (though she does have friends and family across the country), with her or any of our kids.
The fact is, I cherish very deeply my kids. Ask the Cole Junior clan, they’ll tell you that I cherish their kids as well. Thank God that this notion of children as a blessing is bestowed with the gift of faith in Christ, or else I’m afraid I’d join society in sending my children the message: “I can’t wait until you’re 18 and out of the house. Hurry along!” I can’t claim any wisdom other than what the Spirit of God has spared me on this account. Nonetheless, I am saddened at the message our children in general have received from the government on down.
All that to say: empty nests are overrated. Barrenness, though we purchase it with medical insurance and swallow it in pill form and have doctors cut and snip away our ability to breed, is much too prized in our world. Children, those wee little souls that carry with them both our folly and all our wisdom, are marvelous little blessings that fulfill and change life for the best, IMHO. If you have bought into the Chinese/atheist idea that population control is the order of the day, please move to China or some other communist country. Please don’t spread the notion that children are the problem, or a nuisance to be avoided or a disease to be cured of. Don’t do what a locally-shot TV show (“Baby Borrowers,” shot here in a town called Eagle, Idaho, not too far from here) has done: shown kids to be a nuisance and therefore to be a burden that’s to be avoided—all in the name of a public message to teenagers to practice “safe fornication.” Hey, let’s call a spade a spade.
Do tell your kids you love ‘em, at every turn. I don’t do this enough IMO, but so I’m no hypocrite: I love, enjoy and miss my kids when they’re gone.
By the way, to all the boys who will ever see my daughter Jordyn or any of her sisters: she (they) is (are) beautiful. If you value your ability to walk, breathe and live an otherwise healthy life: keep your hands off. In fact, unless you must rescue one of my daughters from a burning building or some imminent physical harm, keep your distance! Remember: I fully enjoy that 2nd Amendment.
To my beloved daughter, I miss and love you, Pipsqueak.
--JMH
Wisdom, you ask? What wisdom? Surely there isn't any wisdom in having six children without stability. These are, believe it or not, the exact issues that we have wrestled with. But, we choose (or more rightly, James chooses) not to lean on our own understanding when it comes to being wise.
Me, I like my own understanding. I think I understand plenty. One thing I understand, better than most, if not all the people reading this post, is pregnancy. I understand that it is hard, it takes a toll, I am not that nice, I lay on the couch and ignore people for at least two months. That kind of thing. I understand giving birth. With or without an epidural, with or without a doctor's care. In the end, they all come out the same way. Well, at least mine do.
So, the thought of another during the dripping NC heat that made me less nice than I normally am during pregnancy, was not welcome. In fact, the majority of the time, the way I have understood things is, "Oh, no", but probably not those exact words.
James just doesn't understand the things that I do. As much as I have tried to manipulate appeal to my husband throughout the years to lean on my understanding (I have a lot of good arguments; you might have used a few yourself over the years) he just hasn't been swayed. And, I personally think I am a pretty good appealer. Just ask my Mom. Did you know she is moving out here this year? I'm working on Carly next, but that is another story.
Nope, James just doesn't understand. He has told me that he fears God more than he fears unstable circumstances, and even more terrifying, more than dwelling with me through another 9 months of pregnancy.
For the past five months I have been enjoying the wisdom bourne out of my husband's wise and proper fear. Jessica is without a doubt the easiest, most content, happy baby that we have experienced. She is a joy, truly. She rarely cries. She is content to the point that we rarely know if an atomic bomb has exploded in her diaper until we pick her up and discover it for ourselves. She has fallen easily and happily into the finisher of the Hussey Half Dozen. We will see how long that title lasts.
When I hold my sixth child in my arms I thank my gracious Father who put a husband over me who understands much more than I do. He hasn't leaned on his own understanding, and thankfully, mine either.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom
Proverbs 3:5,6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
~Tash
