Have you heard Rush this week?

Rush has been reading over some of the liberal media reports on the lack of happiness in modern women.

I heard 2 different callers on two different days that were of like precious faith.

One lady had 9 children. He was supposed to put her comments up on his site.
One thing she said keeps ringing in my mind, because I LOVED it!
She said something like this: "I left a law firm and walked away from all my education because GOD called me to something much higher. He called me to be a mother to my nine children."
Woo Hoo! Don't that just bless your socks off?!!?! (She had Rush's full support by the way and keep in mind that Rush has 20 million listeners as opposed to like 1 to 3 million as the tv talk-show hosts have. Lots of people hear- and agree!)

The other lady had eleven children! To her words Rush replied something like "I can't disagree with anything you've said." She spoke about why women were not happy and she said something like this; "Women aren't happy today because they are pursuing things outside of God's design for them. God created women to love and nurture children. They should be home doing this and teaching them, educating them, and training them. Women just can't be happy to their fullest potential outside of God's perfect plan". After Rush shared his agreement with her, he then replied; "Yeah, just look at Hillary." ..I was laughing out loud. :-)

It is NO small thing to be home raising your family! YOU- one woman- have so very much in your hands and in your control.

Please encourage yourself as you read the following poem!


Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

by William Ross Wallace