March for Life
It’s Me…Only Better
I am a little surprised that this blog is up. I wrote for a couple of years (or was it three? I lost count) and then took the whole thing down to devote my time and full attention to my husband’s website. I said goodbye to my sweet, sweet readers (some of you stayed in touch all year!) and wrote half a dozen snail-mail letters instead. I settled in with my new baby and her Down Syndrome….and I wasn’t writing blog entries in my head while doing it. It was refreshing.
When I decided to blog again, I knew I couldn’t deal with writing a website design again unless I wanted my computer time to increase. So, I hired Karen of Simply Amusing Designs to clean up my old blog design and boy did she ever! Karen was simply a delight to work with; I appreciated her time and attention and all-out graciousness when she had to literally swim through emails all the while dealing with difficult family situations on her end. If you like what you see on this site, know that Karen’s eye and time are greatly invested in it, and if you are ever in need (or want) of website design, I’d be very satisfied to send your business her way.
Whether you are a loyal reader from yesteryear, or a new one from this very hour, thank you for your support and the time you are taking to visit this site.
40 Days to Save Even One
This morning as I nursed the baby, I turned from marching through the genealogies of 1 Chronicles to Habakkuk. He has an interesting name, I remember thinking.
He laments the ungodly culture he is living in the midst of and pleads with the Lord,
O Lord, how long shall I cry, and thou wilt not hear! even cry out unto thee of violence, and thou wilt not save! (1:2)
I understand. I long to see the Lord’s infants, nestled in their mother’s wombs, come to life full of days. Instead I am acutely aware of knives, buckets, suction devices. Life ripped out. I cry from the deepest parts of my spirit. O Lord, how long……
It wasn’t so long ago that I would have easily considered an abortion had the opportunity (that is, an *unwanted–or untimely–pregnancy*) showed up. I am guilty of putting myself and my own wants and needs above the people I love best who are here, so it isn’t a stretch to forgo care for someone I haven’t even met. But God….thanks be to GOD!…revealed my thoughtless sin to me before I did any such dreadful thing. I am thankful. But humble enough to know it could have, would have, easily been me.
I do not hate women who have abortions. I anguish for them instead, for I know the truth will come and they will know deep sorrow. I truly fear for those who hide the facts, who profit from such evil, who coerce and convince these mothers to do the unspeakable.
There is much to do to turn the tide. Events are taking place all over the nation, and you can find out more here. Humility, though, in our own hearts, is where we must begin.
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