Known as unknown

I’ve been struggling with figuring out the words on what to write since the night and early morning hours passed on November 5th and November 6th. I found myself sitting in the quiet, praying to God for Him to give me the words like I always do and leaving the quiet space almost disappointed but knowing eventually they would come.

And now, here, at this moment on my lunch break and in the parking lot of a fleet farm, and on my daughters fifth birthday no less, the Father answered my prayer and in a very subtle way just put it all in my head in a simple thought.

Some people hear directly in an audible. Some people receive dreams. Some people see signs. When He speaks to me this is how He does it. And it’s in these moments that I know that it is how He chooses to talk to me.

One name just five minutes ago popped in my head randomly but not so randomly. And when that happens I start writing. It’s not my skill that writes - I know it comes from the Maker.

Two days after the greatest comeback for freedom and liberty the nation has known - especially in the face of a legit threat of which I would put up against the revolutionary period and civil war, we have been staring down the barrel of a communist/Marxist infiltration and takeover the likes of which America has never seen.

Gideon.

My message today is simple and it’s something I have even struggled greatly with. His healing for me is the same as for a lot of others who may be in the same boat sometimes. So I hope you take this message and receive it with hope. I pray it lands softly on your hearts and you carry it and hold your heads high - especially after the amazement of what just as pulled off wares off. Because it will. It always does.

So my challenge to my readers is this:

Name ONE of the soldiers in Gideon’s or the king of Sparta’s groups of 300 who held off destruction. Not including obviously Gideon or Leonidas.

You can’t.

All of you that scratched and clawed and worked and sweat and cried and fought tooth and nail, and in some instances bled, and some instances even died for the cause of freedom to prevent tyranny and a dark cloud to permanently settle over the greatest country in the history of the world…

Much more work is yet to be done to make what we are fighting for permanent in order to secure the futures of our children and our children’s children …

But make no mistake - all of you unnamed freedom loving patriots are not unnoticed or forgotten.

We won’t get statues. We won’t get written about. We won’t be famous. But we don’t need to be. Because that was never the end goal for us. The end goal for us was freedom. The end goal for us was America. The end goal was to win step one - this election - in order to move forward the cause.

Our statues and monuments will be little feet and hands playing in the yard in safety, security and freedom long after we are gone. And it will only be because of the unknown.

We fight on. And in the words of the movement drafted by the greatest leader the modern world has ever known “we will not bend. We will not break. We will not yield. We will never give up. We will never back down. And we will never surrender.”

God bless all of you. 💪🏻🇺🇸