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🌺🐊If you don’t like frogs, you might want to look away! 🐸 Who doesn’t like this guy though!? His name is Seymour and he ...
06/17/2026

🌺🐊If you don’t like frogs, you might want to look away! 🐸 Who doesn’t like this guy though!? His name is Seymour and he is a glass frog! He taught us today in day 2 of VBS that God knows everything! WOW GOD! He sure does, and He sees and hears everything too! Sometimes we don’t feel seen but God sees us, knows us, and loves us! Wonder if Fritzty will find her rare butterfly tomorrow! Stay tuned! 🦋🌿

06/16/2026
06/16/2026

I'm about to do something dishonest.

I'm going to use social media to tell you social media is hurting your kids.

Sit with that. The hypocrisy is the point. I'm reaching you through the exact machine I'm warning you about, and it works so well you're still reading.

And I'm telling you this now for a reason. This week, Britain announced it's banning social media for kids under 16. Australia's ban took effect back in December. Canada, Brazil, and Indonesia are all moving in the same direction. One country after another is walking this product behind the counter, which is what countries do when the evidence gets too serious to ignore. The United States is not on the list.

So let me earn the next two minutes.

There was a time a doctor would light a cigarette in a magazine ad and tell you it was good for your throat. Smoke hung in the diners and the doctor's own waiting room. The chairs held the smell of it, stale and sweet, in the one room that was supposed to be about getting well. More doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette, the ad said. People believed it, because the white coats said so.

A lot of you reading this are old enough to remember how deep it ran. Doctors told women to smoke to hold their weight down. They told expecting mothers a few a day would steady the nerves. Not in an ad. In the exam room. That was the medical advice of the day.

Now hold that next to this.

In 2023 the Surgeon General issued an advisory on social media. Same office. Same white coat. Kids on these apps more than three hours a day carry double the risk of depression and anxiety. The average kid spends three and a half. In 2024 he asked Congress for a warning label.

A warning label. On a thing we hand eleven year olds for free.

Here's where the math stops being opinion.

In 2012 Facebook bought Instagram, smartphones were everywhere, and childhood moved into the feed. Watch what happens over the next decade. ER visits for girls 10 to 14 who hurt themselves on purpose climbed 188 percent. Su***de in that group rose 167 percent. Those aren't survey feelings. Those are hospital numbers, from the CDC.

And those numbers have names.

Molly Russell was 14. After she died, a court in England spent two weeks on what the apps had shown her. The algorithm fed her a steady stream of self harm and despair she never went looking for. Then the coroner did something no court had done before. He ruled the online content contributed to her death. A children's charity called it social media's Big To***co moment. There it is again. To***co.

When I was thirteen, I could have a bad day and leave it behind. The last bell rang at three o'clock and the whole thing stayed in the building. You walked home, the screen door slapped shut behind you, and by morning it was a clean sheet. A cruel comment died when the conversation ended. A mistake had room to disappear.

Not anymore.

Now the humiliation comes home. The audience comes home. The comparison comes home. The judgment comes home. And it waits on the nightstand until morning.

We gave children a popularity contest that never closes.

Picture a girl who just turned thirteen this year. Instagram's own researchers found the app makes one in three teen girls feel worse about their bodies. The company knew. She's about to find out why. It's midnight, the room is dark, the screen lights up her face, and her thumb is already moving. A stranger she'll never meet is prettier, thinner, richer, happier. None of it is real. Somebody filtered the skin. Somebody staged the scene and walked away from it. The body in the photo is half software. She doesn't know that yet, so she spends her whole adolescence reaching for a bar that was never there.

A kid can't just be a kid anymore. She's auditioning. All day, for a room full of strangers, against a standard nobody meets, including the ones who look like they're meeting it. And the machine keeps feeding her more, because the ache is what keeps her thumb moving. We engineered that. On purpose. For money.

The boys get a different knife. The FBI warned about grown men overseas posing as teenage girls, coaxing a boy into sending one photo, then threatening to blast it to everyone he knows unless he pays. They call it sextortion. The FBI calls it a growing threat to children. Dozens of American boys have taken their own lives over a photo and a threat that came in on a phone buzzing on the nightstand at two in the morning.

And these aren't strangers in a study. You already know one of these stories. The kid at your child's school who got bullied online until he went quiet. The girl picked apart in a group chat over something that would've died in a hallway when we were young. The grown man who turned up in a twelve year old's messages. Maybe it happened under your own roof. This isn't somebody else's family. It's already down your street.

Somewhere tonight a twelve year old girl is deleting a picture because it only got 17 likes.

Somewhere tonight a thirteen year old boy is staring at a threat on Snapchat, wondering if his life is over.

Somewhere tonight a kid is lying in bed convinced everybody else is happier than they are.

Somewhere tonight a child is crying quietly enough that nobody hears, the glow of the phone the only light in the room.

And somewhere tonight a parent thinks everything is fine.

And if you're a parent reading this with your stomach in a knot, hear me. You didn't fail. This isn't a discipline problem. No mother or father alive can beat a thousand of the smartest engineers on earth, paid by the hour to keep your kid staring at a screen. They built the deck to beat you. That's the whole design.

Our kids are growing up inside an experiment none of us volunteered for. And here's what history says about waiting. We finally warned people about ci******es in 1964, and lung cancer still didn't peak for another thirty years. The label sat right there on the pack while the dying kept climbing, because by then the damage was already done. We're only fourteen years into the feed, and we haven't even put the label on yet. The first kids raised entirely inside it are barely old enough to rent a car. We have not felt the full weight of this. Not even close.

The companies knew. The government knew. The experts knew.

And the rest of us felt it, even if we couldn't say what.

Everybody saw the smoke.

And we kept handing kids matches.

The rest of the world finally stopped waiting. We didn't. We're supposed to be the country that runs toward its kids the second something starts hurting them. We don't wait for permission to do what's right. We lead, and the world catches up. Not this time. This time we're on the porch, watching every other country carry its children inside. And the people we elected to protect ours are still asking for more time.

I've spent close to forty years watching what happens to young people when something gets its hooks in them. I know the shape of it. This has the same shape.

I've got a grandson. His name is Owen. He's going to grow up inside whatever we decide, or refuse to decide, here.

We put warning labels on ci******es after we buried enough people.

How many children do we have to bury before we decide the warning label belongs here too?

Haven't we seen enough?

If you made it this far, don't share this with everybody.

Share it with one parent.

One mother.

One father.

One grandparent.

One teacher.

One person raising a child.

Because somebody else's child is reading this story.

Your child is living it.

And unlike us, they don't remember a world before it.

If you or someone you love is struggling, you can call or text 988 anytime.

Somebody answers.

06/16/2026

"Your Child Does Not Need a Friend. Your Child Needs a Parent." This line hit me like a thunderclap. I was listening to the audiobook, and Dr. Leonard Sax, speaking in that calm, clinical, yet deeply tender voice of his, dropped this truth so effortlessly that I had to pause the audio, sit with the silence, and ask myself one question: have I been getting this whole parenting thing wrong? If you are a parent, a teacher, a guardian, or someone who cares deeply about the next generation, this book will wreck you in the best possible way. It will reach into your chest, squeeze your heart gently but firmly, and say, "Wake up. We are losing our children." Dr. Sax, a family physician and psychologist with over thirty years of clinical experience, wrote this book not to shame parents, but to sound an alarm. No cap, this is one of the most important books of our generation, and after listening to every word of that audiobook, I walked away changed. Here are five lessons that stayed with me, that I believe every parent needs to hear right now.

1. Parents Have Unknowingly Handed the Keys to Children Who Cannot Drive
Dr. Sax opens the book with a diagnosis so precise and so uncomfortable that you almost want to close the app and pretend you did not hear it. He argues that over the last fifty years, there has been a dramatic and dangerous transfer of authority from parents to children, and the results are catastrophic. Children are deciding what they eat, when they sleep, which school they attend, how much screen time they get, and parents, terrified of conflict, are negotiating with their own kids like they are business partners. Sax recalls real stories from his clinic, children throwing tantrums because a parent dared to say no to junk food, parents bargaining and pleading just to get their child to eat a vegetable, and the sadness in his voice as he narrates these moments is unmistakable. He is not judging these parents; he is grieving with them. What broke me was when he pointed out that this abdication of authority does not make children more confident or more free, it makes them anxious, rudderless, and desperately unhappy, because children were never designed to carry the weight of adult decision-making. They need a grown-up in the room. And if the parent will not be that grown-up, the child is left alone in a world that is too big and too loud for them to navigate alone.

2. The Peer World Has Become More Powerful Than the Parent's Voice, and That Is a Crisis
This lesson genuinely broke my heart, and I think it will break yours too. Sax dedicates significant space in the book to what he calls "peer orientation," the terrifying shift where children and teenagers increasingly look to their peers, their friends, their social media feeds, and the internet for identity, values, and direction, rather than to their parents. He narrates how this has happened gradually and quietly, how parents handed children smartphones and social media access without understanding that they were handing over their own authority in the process. Sax describes sitting across from teenagers in his clinic who could barely speak to adults, who had no language for emotional conversations with their parents, but who could spend twelve hours a day communicating with their peers online, and the grief in his narration is palpable. He is not anti-technology; he is pro-child. His point is devastating in its simplicity: when a child's primary community becomes their peer group rather than their family, they lose access to wisdom, perspective, and the kind of love that actually prepares them for life. Your child's friends, no matter how lovely, are also children. They are also lost. The blind cannot lead the blind, and yet we have built entire systems, both technological and cultural, that place children in the care of other children. Sax says this loudly and without apology, and listening to him say it felt like someone finally giving a name to a thing I had seen but could not articulate.

3. Teaching Humility Is Not About Crushing a Child's Spirit, It Is About Saving Their Life
Here is where Dr. Sax becomes both a poet and a prophet. He argues, with data and with stories and with the quiet confidence of a man who has spent decades watching children grow, that the modern obsession with boosting children's self-esteem has backfired spectacularly. We have raised a generation of children who have been told they are exceptional, brilliant, and special at every turn, but who crumble at the first encounter with failure, criticism, or hardship. He calls this out with such tenderness that you feel he is holding the child in his arms even as he corrects the approach. In his narration, he describes a young girl whose parents praised every drawing, every essay, every attempt, who then arrived in college and fell apart when a professor told her that her work needed improvement, because she had never in her life been given an honest, loving assessment of her limitations. Sax's argument is not that children should be belittled or broken, it is that humility is a gift, that knowing you are not the center of the universe is the beginning of real growth, real connection, and real joy. He reminds parents that the most resilient children are not the ones who were told they were the best, they are the ones who were loved enough to be told the truth.

4. The Dinner Table Is Not Just About Food, It Is the Altar Where Families Are Made or Lost
This is, perhaps, the most quietly radical lesson in the entire book, and Sax delivers it with such warmth that by the time he finishes, you are ready to put down your phone, turn off the television, and gather your family around a table immediately. He argues that the family dinner, that old, almost nostalgic ritual that modernity has slowly eroded, is one of the most powerful tools a parent has for building character, connection, and identity in their children. Sax draws from research and from his own clinical experience to show that children who eat regularly with their families are less likely to struggle with obesity, depression, anxiety, and drug use. But beyond the statistics, what moved me was the way he talked about what actually happens at that table: parents pass on values, children learn to listen and to speak, stories are told, laughter is shared, and the child comes to understand that they belong somewhere, that they are part of something bigger than their friend group or their social media following. In his narration, he describes families who had given up on dinner together because everyone was too busy, too distracted, too "scheduled," and he gently, almost pleadingly, calls them back. He says eating together is not optional if you want to raise whole human beings. That hit different, as they say.

5. Your Child Needs You to Be Strong, Not Because You Are Right About Everything, But Because They Are Terrified
This is the lesson that made me weep, and I mean that without any dramatisation. Toward the end of the book, Dr. Sax speaks directly to parents who feel lost, who feel like they have already failed, who are wondering if it is too late. And in that voice of his, steady and warm and absolutely without condemnation, he says something that rearranged something in my chest: children need their parents to be strong not because parents are infallible, but because children are secretly, desperately afraid. They are afraid of a world that moves too fast, offers too many choices, and provides no moral compass. When a parent stands up, sets a boundary, says "this is right and that is wrong" with love and with firmness, the child does not just feel corrected, they feel safe. Sax's prescription for reclaiming parenting is not complicated: limit screens, come back to the table, teach virtue over achievement, be the parent and not the friend. But the emotional weight behind those simple instructions is immense, because what he is really asking parents to do is to love their children enough to be unpopular with them sometimes. To be the adult in the room even when the room is loud and resistant and rolling its eyes. To stay. To lead. To not give up on the sacred, irreplaceable work of raising a human soul.

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06/16/2026

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🦜🌿Day one VBS complete! Rainforest Falls is an incredible place to be this week! The sanctuary has been transformed into...
06/16/2026

🦜🌿Day one VBS complete! Rainforest Falls is an incredible place to be this week! The sanctuary has been transformed into a spectacular, lush, adventurous place! 🌺🍃Today we visited Tango, a Quetzal! They are famous for their colorful, long, stunning tails! He taught us that “God is our creator!” WOW GOD!! 🙌 Sleep well and we can’t wait to see what day two brings! 🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

Miss Linda is collecting baby items for the community…diapers, wipes, onesies, etc! Or monetary donations, loose change! Who will win, team girls the fabulous flutterbys or team boys the thundering toucans?

Speak life and pray over your family and your home🙏🏼❤️
06/16/2026

Speak life and pray over your family and your home🙏🏼❤️

Your children are being shaped by an atmosphere you have the power to set.

I know that may sound strange. I know you are doing everything you can, the school, the church, the activities, the conversations, the boundaries. You are showing up every single day. But stay with me for a second.

Every single thing your child encounters out there in the world, every friend group, every classroom, every voice competing for their heart, comes home with them. Through the front door. Into their bedroom. Into the air they breathe while they are doing homework and eating dinner and falling asleep at night. And if nobody is covering that ground, all of it just stays. Quietly shaping who they are becoming in the in-between moments when nobody is paying attention.

You have felt it. The version of your child that comes home some days that feels different from the one you sent out. Something shifted and you cannot name it but you know something got in.

There is a reason Isaiah 54:13 says all your children shall be taught by the Lord and great shall be the peace of your children. There is a reason that promise exists, because the enemy has always had a strategy for the next generation. He is not subtle about it. He is loud and he is persistent and he starts young.

But so does a covered home.

Every prayer you pray over your child’s bedroom is building something invisible and unshakeable around them. Every declaration you speak over their life inside your four walls is going into them deeper than any outside voice can reach. Every time you cover your home you are covering the children being raised inside it.

You cannot follow them everywhere. But your prayers can.

Comment COVERED below and I will send you the link to The Covered Home, a 30-day prayer and declaration guide that teaches you exactly how to cover every room, every door, and every child sleeping under the most sacred roof God ever gave you.

This is your house. Cover your kids like your prayers actually work. Because they do.

Natalie Breckenridge 🤎

06/15/2026

Demanding a rational response from a child in the middle of a meltdown is like asking someone to “just swim” while they are actively drowning.

A flooded mind cannot process logic. It cannot answer your questions, it cannot describe its feelings, and it is physically unable to follow your directions or settle down. Expecting them to listen to a lecture at that moment isn't just unrealistic — it is a guarantee that the room is about to erupt.

The lesson cannot happen in the middle of the storm. If you try to force the correction before the safety is established, you are just adding fuel to the chaos. ❤️

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