I am a doctor who has just recently quit and become a full time homemaker.
I am so BLESSED. My depression and anxiety have VANISHED.
I suffered terribly for so many years, battling through medical school.
And for what? For a qualification? It brought me nothing but pain and sadness. The medical school and university environment is evil.
If only I found God and your blog sooner, I would have saved myself so much heartache, pain, depression…the list goes on.
I am blessed to stay at home while my husband works, and I care for our 20 month old. I just turned 29.
It was always my dream to have a big family, but my parents always told me that “kids ruin your life” and “get your career and have kids later.” So wrong.
I worry now that I am 29 with one child. Am I too old to have a big family? Are three kids possible? I wish I had spent my 20s building up a family. I have so much painful regret. Please can you offer me some advice and wisdom.
Praise the Lord, I never took alcohol (I have never drank alcohol in my life) and never took birth control. I just worry that it’s too late for me to have a big family.
By the way, I bought your books on my Amazon Kindle. Your words were the signpost for me to turn my life around. And my life certainly has done a complete 360! I am so happy to be following God’s word. He is so wise.
***I told her that there’s a godly woman on YouTube who was married at 28 years old and went on to have nine children, so NO, it’s not too late! My grandmother had her seventh at 47 years old.
I will therefore that the younger women marry, bear children, guide the house, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully. 1 Timothy 5:14
In Medellin, Colombia, a fantastic place. Gas is $3.50 a gallon. It’s a pretty spectacular landscape. Motorbikes are all over. Never have I seen this concentration of motorbikes in America.
Amazingly, they have practically no homelessness, though Colombia is much poorer than America. I had to wait two hours at the airport to go through immigration and customs. Wonder who came up with the great idea to have five customs officers for over 4,000 passengers debarking on a weekday, each two hours. It’s even worse on weekends.
The crime wave that swept the nation under Pablo Escobar and the drug lords of the 1980s is primarily gone. No fewer than 15 taxi drivers asked me if I needed a taxi at the airport.
This place is Hot and humid. Mountain ranges, rivers, and the rainforest.
At first, standing in line, I didn’t want to talk to anyone, though a good conversation is always a delight, short and long-term. I am not shy, but I don’t know Spanish, and less than 5% of the like was White. I couldn’t tell who spoke English or not. Also, I have heard about people talking with others in foreign countries, and others overhear, notice you’re a foreigner, and you’re robbed. Plenty of residents of Medellin who are far lighter than me, and they speak fluent Spanish, so it’s not easy to place me as a Gringo.
After carefully listening to surrounding conversations, I struck up a conversation with a White man for the thirty seconds it took us to pass each other in the long snakelike line. He comes to Colombia often; that’s as far as we got. Then, I noticed a gentleman ahead of me, a short black man with gold earrings, speaking with what looked like a mulatto woman, who wasn’t hard to look at and was dressed to stun, like the vast majority of women in Colombia. Modesty is not a national attribute. I heard him speak English, so we began talking. He is from the Caiman Islands, named Raul (using a pseudonym). He used to be a professional soccer player, from what he told me and owns apartments and a tour bus company. He is unmarried, has four children, and still has the athleticism of his younger days. A charming conversationalist. Apparently, he, like the vast majority of men, visits Colombia for the women, as the country isn’t the only thing that is noted for its beauty. And it’s dirt cheap to live in. $1,400 a month, and you can live like a King, according to expats from America who lived there.
We talked about many delightful topics, as we had an hour to burn at least. Then we began talking about the Jewish influence on society, and he was pretty savvy. It’s somewhat comforting to know that people from other countries know about Jewish evil as well. Caiman Islands, I learned from him, has no income tax. As we were talking, another man ahead, who turned out to be Fritz (Not his real name), a devout Catholic from Paris, France, reached forward in a furtive way and in hushed tones, and the delightful accent the French are noted for, said, “Everysing you say, I agree with,” This was said with passion and emphasis, and he followed it up by saying, looking around cautiously, “But, we have to be careful.” Hilarious, wise people understand you can’t speak up too loudly about Jewish wrongdoing in public, or there will be trouble. He was preaching to the choir about that one, as yours truly, though I’ve been controversial for much of my life, have never received the hatred, threats, and overall dislike that I have since I began speaking about Talmudic Jew evil.
So much more, but this is long. Thank you for reading; I look forward to the next two weeks in this exotic and lovely land.
Let’s ask Adolph Hitler. Because the same people owned it in Germany in his time, before he came to power; as the ones who own it today. This is why the media in Germany then, and America now, allows zero criticism of Jewry, and starts screaming about “antisemitism” if you mention the evil that Talmudic Jews are up to.
Even double checked Mein Kampf, to make sure this quote wasn’t made up. Like so many other internet quotes.
How can anyone fight an enemy no one is allowed to name?
“Then I began to examine my beloved ‘world press’ from a different point of view. The deeper I probed, the lesser grew my respect for that press that I formerly admired… The claim that it impartially presented facts and ideas was more lie than truth. And the writers were–Jews.
… Thousands of details that I scarcely noticed before now came to deserve new attention. I began to grasp and understand things differently than I had before. I now saw the liberal press in a different light. Its dignified tone in replying to its opponents’ attacks, and its dead silence on other issues, now became clear to me as part of a cunning and despicable way of deceiving the reader. Its brilliant theatrical criticisms always praised the Jewish authors, whereas its negative criticism was reserved exclusively for the Germans.
… The entire language of this press had the accent of a foreign people. The general tone was so openly derogatory to the Germans that it must have been intentional. In whose interest was this? Was all this merely an accident? My doubts gradually increased.”
Mein Kampf, Ch.2 Years of Studying and Suffering in Vienna
