I am here to give you an excerpt and then send you over to For Every Mom dot-com. She has well written a piece that is so close to my heart; one that I’d like to preach on the housetop but for now I’m just sharing here.
“Raising An Esther in A Miley Cyrus World?
It sounds almost impossible.
But, moms, hear me. It is so important that we try.
Here’s why…..
She was beautiful.
Her long, blonde hair was pulled into a perfect messy bun on top of her head. Her skin was golden, evidence of lazy days spent poolside, being kissed by the sun. She was thin but fit, maybe a gymnast or dancer. Her string bikini was white and left little to the imagination. Hips swaying, chest pushed out, she walked with a confidence that demanded to be noticed. My kids were playing in the kiddie pool in front of me but I glanced away from them to catch one more look at her as she passed. And I felt a sudden heavy sadness.
Why?
Because she was maybe 12.”
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The White Stone 