My favorite cows will do anything for some free Chick-fil-A...
"She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows.
If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away."
|This picture was taken on the day the DeMars left the USA for Peru. It was July 2, 2012.|
Your Mother and I set out to raise you kids in the fear of the Lord, with our Bibles open and our eyes on Jesus. We tried to be diligent to give you correction and discipline when the need arose. We were of the mind that little kids should live in a sort of police state, where every infraction gets dealt with as soon as possible, and with the counter-cultural understanding that as you grew older, we would be able to remove the traces and set you free. Rather than clamping down on rebellious teenagers, we would be able to let you test your wings, and to be helpful to you, rather than adversarial to you. That was our plan, broadly speaking.
You were my vindication from all those small-minded prophets who would tell me; “Just wait until he is two! He will be so bad.” Or “Just wait until he is school age, and he starts ignoring you.” Or “Just wait until he is a teenager and he goes wild.” I could point at you and say “See?”.
You shut their mouths, because you grew up bold, and faithful to your Lord Jesus, and, in a million ways, winningly attractive.