2019 ended with a breast cancer diagnosis for me. I started off 2020 with surgery, chemo and radiation, and little did I know my short quarantine from regular life would become a much longer, world wide experience for everyone. Losing my hair and enduring chemotherapy treatment was challenging in and of itself, but watching all the closures, being forbidden to gather with family and friends, closed church, and mask requirements made my whole life seem surreal. I did a lot of thinking; I did a lot of praying.
My name is Cheryl and I’m a 66 yr old woman, with a 41 year old marriage, grown sons, and some wonderful and very well loved grandchildren. I live in the northern suburbs of Denver; I’m still employed, and I’m very involved with family, church and friends. I’m also a patriot, a conservative Christian. I love God, I love my country, and I can no longer be the same conservative Christian woman I was before 2020.
Prior to 2020, I prayed for change and reforms in our nation, but I didn’t “DO” much of anything except vote God’s Word. Alarms were going off for me for some time, but I didn’t know what to do. When Trump came on the scene and I heard the men of God I listen to say he was God’s chosen Cyrus to our nation, I jumped on the Trump bandwagon. And he proved it all true. All my hopes were pinned on Trump and I settled back into blissful laziness once more still taking my freedoms for granted, believing Trump would free us of the liberal evil I saw at work.
When Trump’s election was stolen from him, I was stunned. I had spent 2020 getting educated and more informed than I had ever been before and I prayed and fasted more too. My faith took a nose dive for a week or two, but I recovered with a new determination to fight back. I didn’t know how or what to do, but I just knew, I was not going to let this be my legacy to my kids and grandkids. I was always disapproving of my parents generation for letting abortion get voted in back in 1973 and here in 2020, my generation let Socialism take over the Federal government. Unbelievable and terribly embarrassing.
In February 2021, I got an assignment from God. You may be one reading this who is unfamiliar with this terminology or belief that God will talk to you, but He does, and you might not even know it’s Him. It’s when out of the blue, you get an idea, a picture of something, a knowing about something; it’s that inner sense that if you follow it, it turns out to be true or it exists. You know what I’m talking about. Anyway, I got a picture of me having breakfast meetings with friends and family and sharing what I’ve learned and my conviction to fight for God and country in every way I possibly can. The word ‘recruiter’ came to mind, and I understood I was to recruit people. Recruit to what, I wondered?
The next morning, before my feet hit the floor the word ‘assignment’ came to mind, and I understood all I had to do to fulfill this assignment was to tell everyone I knew what was on my heart. I also understood that the duty was mine, but the results were His. I felt He told me many others were being given assignments as well and we could work together in recruiting many people. Still wondering what I was recruiting to, I began to call friends and acquaintances to invite to my first breakfast meeting. Several days later, I was given the understanding this was not to be a group like a bible study or home group, but I was recruiting people to a ‘movement’. I also understood, it was His movement, not mine. I was only to recruit others to take action by educating, inspiring, and providing them something to do to get started.
Our mission is to inspire and unite those who love God and love America and its’ freedoms. To unite us in the preservation of moral standards, values and the Constitution. Our desire is to –
· Inspire
· Educate
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