Breaking the Rules

We are raised believing certain myths. Part of my awakening this year, was recognizing that these myths are merely mainstream nonsense. Children grow up and they are to attend public school. We have them checked yearly, in the early years, and immunized from diseases. A privileged life is one of financial success. If we show our children how working pays off by buying "stuff" we are good parents because we can provide. But what seems to be happening is that children only know to expect more. When is enough enough?

Public school, at one time, was a quality education. But laws and politics involved in basically anything that has to do with our children's future, is scary. I want my children to grow up with a mind to question and analyze. I don't want them to accept what they are told. They need to learn to reason in a safe environment. Our Christian values are in the forefront of everything in our life. This means it comes FIRST. First thing before learning, prayer.

With all the misinformation floating around on the Internet, newspapers, etc., how can I be sure that putting anything into our bodies is safe? Because they say so? Who is they? Drug companies? I have been reading a lot about immunizations and what are in the ingredients and it should be enough for a pause of concern. It is okay to question and say no if we are not comfortable. We do not have to follow the "norm" because we are told that is best for us. God gave us free will and no one can take that away from us.

When I started buying raw milk for my family, many people cringed and told me all sort of myths about how unsafe it is. This is actually not at all the case. We buy from an inspected source and were careful in making this choice. Going a different direction does not mean an uninformed decision. That is one of the greatest myths I have found. It is just a matter of sorting through the garbage and finding what is honest and truthful information in a world concerned with money and power.

Mike and I talked to a man at church last week and he said something we found very interesting. We were talking about possibly fostering a child but maybe not having the room in our house. The man looked at my husband and said . . . well we used to fill our houses with people and now we fill it with stuff. How sad.