“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
Every child needs a laptop. No, I’m not out of my mind. I speak not of electronics. I talk of the human kind.
A spot where they feel secure until the 12th of never, by a tender, nurturing mother who assures she will love them forever.
The nook that they long to inhabit when Dad arrives home from work and does them well as they sit for a spell, his laptop is their prized perk.
A place where a youngster can hunker down while in loving arms embraced, as they hear a grandparent’s stories of trials overcome when faced.
It’s a fortress of strength with unlimited length in imparting to offspring instruction, as they’re cuddled and curled while words are unfurled in aiding their soul’s construction.
It’s really not keen ,kids entranced by a screen, their sensitivity and sense to sap. Let them know wisdom’s showers that come from the hours of time that they spent on your lap.
3/3/21 Inspired by the following quote: “All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop. Moms, Dads, Grannies and Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles – someone to hold them, read to them, teach them. Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience, rituals and knowledge of a hundred previous generations. Loved ones who will pass to the next generation their expectations of them, their hopes, and their dreams.” ~ Colin Powell
“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8
“Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.” Jeremiah 18:3,4
“Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?” Romans 9:20,21
Karl Marx(author of the Communist Manifesto) – excerpt from a poem written in 1837
I reject the spirit of Karl Marx and the rampant evil on which it embarks. It confuses, disturbs, deceives and blinds, preys on impressionable, youthful minds.
I refuse the spirit of Karl Marx. To its call I’ll not be one who harks. A deaf ear I turn to it’s every beckon. Dead to such lies, myself I reckon.
I despise the spirit of Karl Marx that’s brought looting and violence to cities and parks aligning itself with satan’s ploy to murder, steal, kill and destroy.
I rebuke the spirit of Karl Marx. How it has ignited hatred’s sparks! Tempers explode and patience grows thin with perceived injustice over color of skin.
Yes, I rebuke that spirit in Jesus’ name. Go back foul spirit, to your pit of shame. Your gruesome and diabolical toil isn’t welcome on American soil.