“Mom, can you get those pictures of women in their underwear out of my head? To which Micheal’s mom asked.. what pictures honey? You know..the ones from that Secret Store in the mall..replied Micheal.”

This quote came from a book I read and the boy was 11 years old and he was referring to the lingerie ads from the Victoria Secret Store, His mom had taken him and his sisters to the mall and upon passing this store, those images caught his attention and now were stuck in his mind.

As a mom of boys, I never really realized what I am up against raising them in such a world that stops at nothing to destroy their innocence at such a early age. So I began to pray asking God when I needed to start focusing on this with my boys??…

It was a few days later my two year old son, Mason was watching Noggin (a children’s network ) and this woman came on and was dressed and dancing like she should be in a club… not singing for children! And in that moment the Holy Spirit convicted me and I turned the channel!..I realized that this battle to keep my precious boys innocence starts from the time they enter this sinful world, Satan isn’t going to wait for them to be a certain age to begin to pour all these filthy images into my boys minds, he is after them from the beginning, His desire is to destroy my son and he could care less how old he is, if he knows we as their mothers have our guards down then he is going to go after them like never before!..

When the Lord opened my eyes to this, I began to ask Him..How Lord do I keep my child pure, when everything around him, is everything but? And He began to lay these things on my heart…

* Be aware of what your children and YOU are watching on TV, even your babies and toddlers!( boys are led by visual images and it has to start somewhere) and if you feel uncomfortable watching it TURN THE CHANNEL! Don’t allow Satan to slither in your home in this way!!

* Be aware of what magazines you allow in your home (Victoria Secret catalogs, sales papers with bra and underwear ads, swimsuits, low revealing tops etc)

* Find a way to develop a distraction when you are out and come across a girl that is immodestly dressed.(The Duggar family has a special word that they say when they see a girl dressed this way and once the boys hear it they drop their heads until the girl is out of sight.)

* Be aware of your surroundings, what may seem like a innocent stroll around the mall, could be all Satan needs to plant the seed of lustful images in your son.

* Know who your children’s friends are and what they are doing!..Most boys are introduce to pornography for the first time when they are around their friends.

* Install a filter on your computer and restrict and monitor what your child does and sees while using.

* Moms of girls PLEASE teach your daughters to dress modestly and the importance of doing so, so that our boys won’t be tempted by their outward appearance but instead drawn to their inward beauty!! And moms be the one to set this example yourselves!!

* Read scripture to your boys and memorize it together, so they have their own sword to fight the enemy with!.

* PRAY PRAY PRAY!! Ask God to reveal to you how you can protect your son from becoming engulfed in the powerful stronghold Satan has over the men today with pornography!

* Pray with and over your boys, Remember God loves your boys and wants to see them become all He created them to be, even more than you do!

Moms of boys, We need to realize that as much as the Lord loves our boys, Satan hates them just as much and wants to see them destroyed and overcome with the pressures of this world, so that he can distract them from all the Lord wants to do through them.

And through this post I hope to challenge you, no matter how old your boys are, to realize that we are in a BATTLE raising our boys, and we need to stand on guard and pray that God will show us how to protect their innocence and keep their hearts pure, and to take the measures to do so, no matter how crazy or extreme they may be!!.. Lets stand and link arms together to train up our boys to become men who are prepared to fight AGAINST the battle of pornography and stop Satan in his tracks once and for all!!

Moms of Boys: How you are going to take that first step of battling it out with Satan and letting him know you mean business when it comes to your son’s innocence and purity??

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Today’s guest post is written by the lovely Michelle DeRusha.  You can find her blogging at Graceful and on Twitter.

“Why do moms always want kids to hurry up?” Rowan, my youngest, asks one morning as I snatch backpacks, lunch boxes and homework, toss snacks into zip lock baggies and yell over my shoulder, “Hurry up! Hurry up! Get your shoes on – it’s time to go!”

“Moms tell kids to hurry up because kids are pokey…now get in the car, please!” I tell Rowan, grabbing car keys and sunglasses.

Here’s what I didn’t say, though:

Moms also tell kids to hurry up because moms do too much, too fast. At least that’s the case for me.

I never do just one thing at a time. As an Olympic-caliber multi-tasker, I balance the checkbook while the pasta boils. I make a grocery list with one eye on HGTV. I try to squeeze in one last email before dashing to pick up the kids from school. I speed across town, accelerating through yellow lights.

I am always in a hurry.

In her book Not So Fast, Ann Kroeker describes an experiment conducted during rush hour in a Washington D.C. metro station. Renowned classical violinist Joshua Bell stood against a wall dressed in a tee shirt, jeans and a baseball cap, pulled his Stradivarius from its case and played Bach.

During the 43 minutes Bell performed, 1,097 people passed by. Only 7 stopped to listen.

Kroeker describes how one preschooler tugged and twisted to get a look at the musician as the mom pulled the boy hurriedly across the terminal. The Washington Post, which orchestrated the experiment, noted that this was not an isolated instance:

“Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time a parent scooted the child away.”

I hate to admit it, but I’m sure I would have done the same. I probably would have been headed to a doctor’s appointment or school or somewhere “important,” and I surely would have been running late. I would have hurried my children past the virtuoso without a second glance.

On a recent Saturday morning I conducted an experiment of my own. When the boys and I headed out the door, I decided I would let them set the pace for once.

We made it a whole 50 yards before we stopped. Rowan dismounted from his bike, bent low and examined the acorns strewn across the sidewalk. He filled his pockets with emerald green nuts. We puttered 15 minutes in that one spot.

From that point on, we stopped beneath every oak tree on the path: bur oaks, white swamp oaks, northern red oaks, pin oaks. Rowan crammed his pockets with acorns – bristled hats from the bur oak; smooth cap-less globes from the white swamp oak – and when his brimmed, acorns tumbling, he filled my pockets, too.

I walked about a half mile that morning and burned all of 14 calories. And I’m still finding acorns rolling damp in the bottom of the washer and clattering like pebbles in the dryer.

It was just two hours on a single Saturday morning. We didn’t hurry. And the wind rustling oak leaves high above our heads was music to our ears.

How do you slow down, even for just a few minutes, with your boys?