Surprise! Your Messiah Has Failed

"He will not fail nor be discouraged, Till He has established justice in the earth; And the coastlands shall wait for His law.” Isaiah 42:4

Wake up America. Your president values your intelligence so little that he thinks you can continually be pacified with lip service. Continual lip service. He's angered, outraged, and will conduct thorough investigations to bring justice. Yet...no action.

Fifty percent of America is still clinging to the hope of his public speaking charisma while he back peddles from cover-ups and controversies.  His Attorney General whose job it is to know, claims ignorance on every scandal that surfaces. And his White House Press Secretary just dwells in the sticky web of lies he's told to spin.

Mainstream media seems to have temporarily shaken off their brainwashed fog as they are bringing focus to their savior's sullen record. Washington Post calls him a Pinocchio. Democrat strategists say his double talk is bologna.  And even the faithful followers cringe when he orders in The Marines to protect him from the raindrops showcasing the irony of the honorable protecting the disgraced.

But what's wrong with the citizen's of America who can't see this man is a traitor to his country and a betrayer of its people and why do they not care?

Paranoid Conservatives?

Just how big is the breadth of this government's outreach?

Because I'm too exhausted to write it and I spend my down time washing breast milk spit up stains from my sheets, listen to John Stewart instead...

As much as he is still a progressive, it sure is comforting to hear his faith in  t(his) administration and that they have no credibility.

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
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Some Mommy TIme

"Let your father and your mother be glad, And let her who bore you rejoice." Proverbs 23:25

I asked for a few hours alone.
A brief escape to breathe in the still silence.
Just to let my wrists uncurl from the carry position, straighten my neck from the soothing tuck, and feel the weightlessness in my fatigued arms.
To feel normal again.

But found this gift was greater.

In the words of my mom, "It takes one to know one..."

And now I know.

Happy Mother's Day to me and to God be the Glory for this precious baby I get to call my own.

McDonald's For Life

I love this man...

Who's Crying Now?

“I have held My peace a long time, I have been still and restrained Myself. Now I will cry like a woman in labor, I will pant and gasp at once." Isaiah 42:14

Today, he fought Beethoven's Fifth and the tried and true Hush Little Baby.
Yesterday, he fell victim to Appetite For Destruction's ripping guitar.
The day before, he squelched like a ravenous bird on the breast while I defended his Daddy's worth to my mom on speakerphone.

The well meaners whisper in my ear to let him cry it out. He's a wild horse that needs to be broken.

I remind them, a foal can fend for himself the moment he is born. My boy is defenseless.
And wound free. 

Unlike the rest of us who carry our open sores into every relationship and down every twisting road. Our family of origin baggage weighs us down and affects the sturdiness of the walls we build and the severity of the hearts we break.

I question at what point does a parent recklessly decide to project their unmet needs and longings onto the innocent? And at what cost do they gamble? Has their lack been restored by abandoning or abusing as well? 

I cry out.

I hear his whimper even in the silence and vow that healing begins. This is my family and my chance. The boundary lines once etched in sand are now drawn in permanent marker. 

And I scream, "not this child."

Let those around me twist in fury and writhe with shame if they second guess my merit as a mother or the caliber of my choices. The curtain will close and your loud words will fall on deaf ears.

He's succumbed to slumber at last, next to my heart, with hopefully a sound reassurance of his security in my love.

I whisper.