Freedom is NOT Free !!~! R u Willing to Fight???

I'm Angry,,, Hell no, I'm "Pissed"!! as the media chases a mom and her son across the map , hungry for some print because she wont conform to a judges decision concerning the health of her son. This lady stands her own struggle, fighting for the right to make good decisions about her son's future. Anyone that has watched the cancer struggle, and the results of a regimen of that crap knows full well why she did what she did. The young son, Daniel, so fearful, from the first bout of chemo, threatened to run away. And all that mom did was go with him.
Religious or not, you cannot beat Gods system. I'd even go so far as bet that you can't. The idea , of placing Judges in positions of authority was implemented by God himself to help Moses with troubled times. And the requirement was that they were men, above reproach, who walked in wisdom and relied on the Lords guidance to make good decisions. Not a week goes by anymore that we are not hearing of some judge coming up with some lame brained decision over common sense issues. We let them chase this mom to hell and back for trying to be a mom and save her son from some agony while the plain truth is if Daniel was still in her womb it would be OK to jam a sharp knife into the back of his neck and kill him.
This is all just "stuff" because Daniel is just somebody else's kid, And Sleepy Eye Minnesota is not where you live. But its your freedom to chose your type of treatment for your son or daughter that's on the line here.
The days of trusting our family doctor is over folks. There are a lot of low quality medical people out there with could care less about you and care even less of the oath they took, let alone spell it. . I'm told that now you can go online and get the answers to medical college finals for less than the price of a quarter barrel. No wonder jackasses are popping up with scalpels in their hands, happy to give it a go on your body.
This #$$%*&^ judge was messing with YOUR Freedoms, and somewhere down the line his decisions are coming to your backyard and making determinations on your family. If you doubt me look into and compare government control from the early days until now, it sure would be wonderful to be paying the 2 percent income tax that was established way back then. Of course men were willing to fight and die for their rights way back then too.

Judge Roy Moore, an American Hero to me fought to keep the Ten Commandment on his courtroom wall. And was willing to give up his position to hold that standard. On November 13th , 2003 he lost his battle, but we lost much more. We let go of the integrity that made America the great country that she once was. And each time we fail to step up and use our right to voice our opinions, we lose yet another freedom.
This is Gods world, you're just visiting. You doubt me, check your local Cemetery. America was blessed because she chose to function in the integrity of Biblical principals. She struggles now because those principals are being ignored.
MY Friend the Judge wrote a poem after his removal. I'm including it here. Get involved! Voice your opinion! thnx Al

America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray.
So many worldly preachers tell lies about our rock,
Saying God is going broke so they can fleece the flock.
We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool, and heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless judges who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God, from whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from heaven and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful, if you don't then you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from thee.
Judge Roy Moore A.L.R.

I'm mad at God today,,,,,,,,,,,,

It's Tuesday, not that that's any big deal. Winter drags on here, and the cold gray Sky's add very little promise to anything but more cold and another winter day. . From the patio I stare out at the apple tree's, straining to see just one new bud,, but nothing. I pretty sure spring passed us by and no one bothered to lock it down. And one more month of this crap, n I'm gonna lose it.

Yesterday was a tough day. Today looks to be no different. Jenny's pains are ramped, and her appetite 's gone. The pain she needs to go through just for a bowel movement is horrendous, many times an enema is needed just to get some relief. But she struggles through,,,only to find more pain and more discomfort on the other side. Just sitting, or laying is a challenge, as tumors press against her skin . I make her food and just the smell turns her stomach. So We abort that and try something fresh hoping to catch onto something she can swallow.

She's constantly hitting the Morphine button and battling the drug to stay awake and Remain functional. And in between ,,eating pills for this pain and that. Pills for nausea, pills for Diarea, pills to counteract the negative effect of other pills. Then pills to cover negative effects that those pills created to counteract the others. It's a never ending game of guessing. Her crying goes right through me, But the great hunter/gatherer who is here to protect her can do nothing but sit and hold her hand.
Prayer after prayer hit the ceiling, then fall back to her bed. And we are left to deal with death and Hell in our own living room.
Yeah, I'm mad at God, none of this makes any sense at all. And that preacher who would put a hand to my shoulder today, and tell me God loves me, stands a very real risk of being re-educated in a Language bent on a trimmin.
But this is where history with the Lord kicks in. As mad and upset as I am with the way this is going I know that there is a day ahead when all will be clear. I know this because I've shook my fist at Him in the past thinking I'd caught him in a lie. And had been shown the answers in the fullness of His time. I have absolutely no idea how this will play out. Mine is the easy part and still it beats me down to watch as the days take their toll on Jenny's body. I know He has a place prepared where she will not hurt anymore. A. . L. R.

Hangin ,,,,,,by a thread

Life Sucks,,,,,n then yu die. I remember the first time i heard that lil Phrase. It was funny. It was maybe a little bit rough but the image of its meaning rang true. I never figured to own it, But it's fittin pretty snug right now.
Early in my christian walk the struggle through lots of religous junk to find a real God was challenging. 50 different Doctorins, and thousands of churches, and somewhere in the midst my search to answer the question of weather or not there really was a God.
Well , I found Him somwhere around 40 years ago now. And our relationship was pretty rocky for a while. He's a hard task master, and I, well i had and still have a very hard head. I remember a very tough time when it seemed like He wasn't even listening. He was just letting me fight the fight alone. It was early fall i was alone at home feeling sorry for my self. And I remember shaking my fist at him and yelling, "You say I am blessed then show me my blessings"",,, now yelling at the King of Kings is not your best idea. and as wisdom returned I waited, for the thunder. But silence followed. And shortly after each and every blessing I had was clearly shown to me. And I never again questioned The Master. Oh, There were tough times ahead, but I always had the knowledge that I wasn't alone. And each challenge was met with a new confidence.
today I find myself on the other end of those 40 years. The journey to this point in time has produced many blessings as well as miricles. And I own a very good witness to Gods awesome power.
But today also finds me at a very low place where i feel very far away from God. I've been givin the task of caring for a wife of 40 years who's dying of cancer. And a more helpless job will never be found. As Men we are brought up to protect and defend. But I've met a foe that cannot be found. He inflicts pain and sickness and im helpless to challenge him. She fights the fight and my most effective weapon is to hold her hand. Cancer has destroyed her body and I watch her die daily. Each morning that she's stable I lift her to her chair, give her a bath and fix her a meal. life for us both ended 12 years ago, and each new day requires that we go through the motions . i try to fix meals with nutritional value only to find she's not able to eat. My prayers went from faith filled petitions for her healing to please end her suffering and leave her to her final sleep. The silence in this house is deafening as the morphine coarsed her veins in an attempt to control the pain. She wakes abruptly in the middle of the night to pain and nausea, or the speedy need for the bedpan. and her days are filled with much the same. I have the easy part and struggle with it daily. ,,,,,,,,,,,,And God is silent.
My mind swirls in this struggle to understand. How can a God say He loves us and allow one of his own to hurt like this? And why would He not end her suffering and take her to that better place.
Except for knowing Him, and sharing the experiences he's provided. I would lose it, no question at all. For lifes value has deminished greatly.
But the thread remains that was established in my conversion, and memory of His goodness and His word seem to sustain me. Please Pray for us both . SSNUFFY