HYF&M

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It's not often, but on some late nights, I'll look myself in the mirror, taking the extra moment until it clicks:

This face I am looking at is not merely mine. Looking back at me is is my 7x GGF who introduced my family to this land. Looking back at me is my 6x GGF who led our entire family in the Revolution. Looking back at me is my 5x GGF who saved Andrew Jackson's life. Looking back at me is my 4x GGF who helped cut out Middle Tennessee. Looking back at me is my 3x GGF who saw pain and war and hatred tear up everything he held dear. Looking back at me is my 2x GGF who settled us in Maury County. Looking back at me is my 1x GGF who gave me my grandfather, my father, and me, and the ability to thus have my own sons. Everything that I admire and honor ... lives on in me. The face I am looking at is a mosaic of them. Their blood is truly running through my veins. They are still here, in me - so what am I going to do with it? Throw it away? Shrug my shoulders? No. I'm going to give everything I have, so that my descendants have the chance to do the same.

Learning of my Revolutionary War patriot grandfather, which has turned into grandfather(s), has helped to awaken me to who I am. With each subsequent generation our institutions teach the posterity of the Constitution to be colorblind, multicultural, rootless - celebrating every race but our own - even pretending that our race doesn't even exist, leading to less care for our past, and more focus on questioning, changing, mocking, destroying the people who built everything. My people.

Seeing who I come from and realizing the vast ocean of godly men who worked tirelessly, cared for each other constantly, loved their brethren, and lived their lives with all generations in mind - not just their own - inspires me to be more like those of old, than those propped up today as supposed heroes.

Our American ancestors built this nation from scratch, for their posterity alone. But this is no longer the case. Our ancient enemies have once again slithered their way again into our Eden and have brought their tree branches with them, seeking to supplant ours. I have witnessed most supposed men in my time satisfied to give our fathers' country away for fear of being called a few labels, that pretty much mean loving your brethren (Jesus' 2nd main command) and identifying wolves (the Apostles' main warning).

My fathers experienced much worse than a few labels thrown at them for loving their own people. I imagine I and my sons will experience much the same. In the meantime, I intend to follow in their footsteps. I may have a microscopic role in this fight, but it's still a joy to no longer just live for me, but for my great grandparents - and - my great grandchildren.

It's not often, but on some late nights, I'll look myself in the mirror, taking the extra moment until it clicks:

This face I am looking at is not merely mine. Looking back at me is is my 7x GGF who introduced my family to this land. Looking back at me is my 6x GGF who led our entire family in the Revolution. Looking back at me is my 5x GGF who saved Andrew Jackson's life. Looking back at me is my 4x GGF who helped cut out Middle Tennessee. Looking back at me is my 3x GGF who saw pain and war and hatred tear up everything he held dear. Looking back at me is my 2x GGF who settled us in Maury County. Looking back at me is my 1x GGF who gave me my grandfather, my father, and me, and the ability to thus have my own sons. Everything that I admire and honor ... lives on in me. The face I am looking at is a mosaic of them. Their blood is truly running through my veins. They are still here, in me - so what am I going to do with it? Throw it away? Shrug my shoulders? No. I'm going to give everything I have, so that my descendants have the chance to do the same.

Learning of my Revolutionary War patriot grandfather, which has turned into grandfather(s), has helped to awaken me to who I am. With each subsequent generation our institutions teach the posterity of the Constitution to be colorblind, multicultural, rootless - celebrating every race but our own - even pretending that our race doesn't even exist, leading to less care for our past, and more focus on questioning, changing, mocking, destroying the people who built everything. My people.

Seeing who I come from and realizing the vast ocean of godly men who worked tirelessly, cared for each other constantly, loved their brethren, and lived their lives with all generations in mind - not just their own - inspires me to be more like those of old, than those propped up today as supposed heroes.

Our American ancestors built this nation from scratch, for their posterity alone. But this is no longer the case. Our ancient enemies have once again slithered their way again into our Eden and have brought their tree branches with them, seeking to supplant ours. I have witnessed most supposed men in my time satisfied to give our fathers' country away for fear of being called a few labels, that pretty much mean loving your brethren (Jesus' 2nd main command) and identifying wolves (the Apostles' main warning).

My fathers experienced much worse than a few labels thrown at them for loving their own people. I imagine I and my sons will experience much the same. In the meantime, I intend to follow in their footsteps. I may have a microscopic role in this fight, but it's still a joy to no longer just live for me, but for my great grandparents - and - my great grandchildren.

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