A Baby’s Prayer

Here are the lyrics to a wonderful, poignant song written by Scott Brasher and Kathy Troccoli. The song is on Kathy’s album, “Love and Mercy”.

There are videos on You Tube you can watch, as well.

A Baby’s Prayer

I can hear her talking with a friend
I think it’s all about me
Oh how she can’t have a baby now
My Mommy doesn’t see

That I feel her breathe, I know her voice
Her blood, it flows through my heart
God you know my greatest wish is that
We’d never be apart

But if I should die before I wake
I pray her soul You’ll keep
Forgive her Lord, she doesn’t know
That You gave life to me

Do I really have to say goodbye
Don’t want this time to be through
Oh please tell her that I love her Lord
And that You love her too

‘Cause if I should die before I wake
I pray her soul You’ll keep
Forgive her Lord, she doesn’t know
That You gave life to me

On the days when she may think of me
Please comfort her with the truth
That the angels hold me safe and sound
‘Cause I’m in Heaven with You
I’m in Heaven with You

Your child, created by loving father God lives inside you. Please let your child live. Don’t have an abortion. Have an ultrasound; see your child living and growing inside you. Give God a chance to work in your life and in the life of your child.

Donna


Walking Your Path and Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson

Sometimes you HAVE to stand for what you believe  . . . I’ve personally experienced this with my blog. Some people will be cruel and unjust about what you have to say concerning lifestyles and actions you disagree with, but sin is sin. White-washing, calling it another name, not talking about sin, and denying it, does not make it alright.  Wrong doing will always be just that, wrong, in spite of our efforts to make it appear differently.

Phil Robertson, the star of A & E  television channel’s “Duck Dynasty” has been the most publicly criticized example of someone being attacked and punished for speaking out about what he believes is sin.  This is Phil’s right of free speech according to our Constitution.  A right for which millions of military veterans have died to protect and defend. Mr. Robertson is a veteran and was removed from his family’s hit TV show for stating in an interview with GQ magazine what he thought about the homosexual lifestyle.

He called it sin and was immediately censored and removed from his “Duck Dynasty” show for stating beliefs that too many people consider “politically incorrect” and discriminating.  Now, it’s popular for people to discriminate against Christians, or “believers”, as I like to call us. It appears good is bad and bad is good.  John 3:19 (NKJV)  “And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness instead of light, because their deeds were evil.”

People deceived by their spiritual darkness want others to accept their sin and if possible, be punished for speaking out against it.  It’s labeled “hate”, not the wrong for which it is.  Like the abortion business, get people to believe it’s a woman’s right, a choice, so we can keep killing innocent children and making money.

On December 25, people around the world celebrated the birth of Christ, the Light of the world, but we must remember what His purpose was for coming to earth. He was born to die. The son of the living God was born to die for sinners, and then live again, defeating darkness once and for all and the spiritual death sin brings.  How can we not choose the path to believe Christ’s message and share what Jesus died for, so that we may have forgiveness, and live with Him forever?  Jesus loves each of us so much. “For ALL have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23 (NIV)  All people, not just those who we disagree with or the ones who disagree with us. Everyone!

Mr. Robertson, you have chosen your path, and I walk mine with you.  Christ’s blessings be on you and your entire family. May God’s divine purpose for you continue and be accomplished in your lifetime.

God’s blessing to you at this very special time of year!

Donna

 

Strongholds-Lies We Believe

Although the majority of my posts are about abortion, adoption and infertility, I want this blog to be about the whole person.  Because the choices we make in life are often dependent on how we were raised as children, how we see ourselves and how we think society views us, I want to talk to you about strongholds.  Mental strongholds are lies and distortions we believe about ourselves, things, opinions, reasoning’s and offenses. So, I’m going to tell you about a lie I believed about myself and how it shaped a huge part of my life.

Infertility mimics a slow agonizing death.  The emotional and mentally draining wait each month hoping you’re pregnant usually ends in despair.  It can and does, consume all of who you are if you allow it.  In my post, Adoption An Answer For The Pain.  I share my hopeless feelings about my miscarriages and the way I perceived myself because of the infertility.

At the time, I didn’t realize my response to my inability to have a child was related to issues I’d had most of my life.  Poor self-esteem from being the “fat child in class”, and a teacher who in front of my entire 5th grade elementary class, continually, openly criticized me for having a weight problem.  I never told my parents what was going on.  I was too ashamed.  When you’re in 5th grade, you think teachers are always right, and this was proof that I was not “good enough, not worthy”. That year created a major emotional scar and a lie I believed about myself took root in my mind.

This was 1965.  Eventually, my mother found out, and God bless her, did everything she could to have the teacher removed from the classroom. During the process we found out the woman had been moved around from school to school with similar problems of verbally attacking certain students she particularly didn’t like for various reasons. (not just weight)

When people met me, usually I was told something like this, “You’re so pretty, what a lovely smile, your blonde hair is beautiful.”  But then they glanced down, below my face to the rest of me and the look on their face said it all.  “If you’d just lose a few pounds, you’d be acceptable.”  What I saw in their eyes was, “You’re not good enough”.  The teacher’s critical attitude securely reinforced this same belief.

I made friends when I could shove the lie down deep enough, but the pain always lurked just beneath the surface, threatening to jump out and tell everyone how unacceptable I believed myself to be. I share this with you because what we believe about ourselves and our circumstances has a major bearing on the choices we make in life.

When I speak to you about abortion, I stress how much God loves us.  How He made each of us unique, with special gifts and talents to expand His kingdom of light on this earth, and be a service to others.  Strongholds keep God’s light from coming through us. The lies we believe distort how we see things and judge our circumstances. They argue against who God says we are, His creation, formed in His goodness and glory and how very much we are loved and valued by Him.

Strongholds are open doors, opinions satan can use in our lives. We need to close these doors, slam them shut, lock them up and throw away the keys.  The lies cloud our perception about what God is doing and thinking about us and others.  When you don’t agree with God, you empower satan.  Lies form attitudes in our life and keep us from seeing our responsibility in situations. The spiritual side of ourselves becomes clouded, and we justify the sin in our lives and the choices we make from that belief as if they are “OK”.  The lie that abortion is legal, therefore it’s not murder and acceptable to do is a stronghold in our thinking about the value of life.  Satan uses this untruth promoted by our law and society to destroy life before the baby has a chance to be born and become a part of God’s family on earth. When you want to not be pregnant, it becomes a lie you can embrace to justify changing your perceived dreaded situation.  Strongholds take your mind to a place of negativity and hopelessness.

God says we are His precious creation, His children.  Believing abortion is acceptable keeps us from embracing God’s truth, and instead we believe our actions are justified.  Strongholds are the exact opposite of what God wants to happen, His knowledge about you and your child’s destinies and purpose.  Acts 17:26 (NIV)  26 From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands.

Strongholds are not demons.  You don’t cast them out.  You pull them down and out of your mind using God’s word.  2 Corinthians 10:3-5  New Living Translation (NLT)  We are human, but we don’t wage war as humans do. [a]We use God’s mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to pull down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments. We destroy every proud obstacle that keeps people from knowing God. We capture their rebellious thoughts and teach them to obey Christ.

Ask for God’s help.  Use His word to take your thoughts captive to who Christ says you are. Pull down the lies you believe. Ask Him to speak His truth to your mind.  Repent for the falsehoods you’ve thought were true about yourself and your life.  Ask God to show you how He sees you and your child.

Donna

Prayer For An Upside Down Heart

Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:39

Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.  Nothing.  Then, why do I feel broken?  When I neglect my time alone with Father God, I allow anxiety, fear and the cares of this world to invade my heart, and if I don’t rebuke the evil one’s lies and replace them with God’s word about His love for me, His blessings and His care, I wind up in a mess.  Stirred up, angry, resentful and anxiety ridden.

I need alone time, but I go to bed and hope it passes.  It doesn’t.  I wake up.  It’s 2:00 in the morning.

“Father God,” I speak into my pillow. “I just want to sit at your feet.  I don’t want to ask for Your help again because you’ve done that so many times, helped me, blessed me.”

“Yet, You tell me to ask because You love me so much.  But, I think what’s going on in my upside down heart can be handled by resting in You.  I listen and wait, but the noise in my head is so loud it shuts out everything else, and the harder I try, the more the silence crowds me.”

I toss and turn.  My sheets tangle around my feet and I stare blankly at the ceiling, hoping this time will be a night You show me Your face, Father God, Your plans for me and for the people whose lives you’ve planned for my life to touch with Your love and grace. I cringe at the last thought.  In this state, how can I help anyone?

Quiet’s cymbals crash in my ears, and I sense my breathing quicken.  I put my hands on my chest, attempting to slow it’s rise and fall, to calm myself so I can sense the Holy Spirit’s quiet whisper.  “I know I’m not,” I speak into the dark. “But tonight . . . I feel lost.  I know Your Spirit lives inside me, so I can’t be without You no matter what I feel.”  That last thought signals my faith to rise.  I feel safe, and stop thrashing.

“So,” I whisper, “Help me, Lord, I love You.  Forgive me for allowing lies and fear to sit on Your throne in my heart instead of faith. I just want to be with You, now.”

I praise Him for His majesty and holiness.  Tears roll down my cheeks and puddle in my ears. “Thank you for loving me and holding me in the palm of Your hand and in Your unwavering heart.  You made me, You know all my days from the beginning of time.  You have a plan for me. Your constant faithfulness woos me.  Your strength carries me.”

The peaceful transition I long for begins.  I learned a long time ago about what the “deer panting for water” means.  As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.  Psalms 42:1

Only the Father will satisfy my thirst.  Peace floods me and washes over me in waves, and after some time praying in the Spirit, I feel the weighty pressure of His presence. It’s like my body is being gently pushed down on the mattress and my breathing slows.  Every part of me noticeably, physically relaxes.  The calm is amazing. Nothing can come to me that He doesn’t allow and I remember again His mercy. Literally, I don’t want to move because I don’t want to ruin the heavy beauty of the moment.  I wait for His voice, or for Him to show me a picture or give me a scripture.  I inhale the thick peace cocooning me.

It’s wonderful.  Every time is like the first time I felt the weightiness of Him here with me.  I long for this, His presence, and He doesn’t disappoint.

Everything I brooded over fades away. It’s just God and me.

I wait in quietness.  He loves me back to sanity and peace, forgiving me for not taking my thoughts captive to Jesus Christ which is how I ended up in the chaos of “what ifs”.

God created each of us to have an intimate relationship with Him.  He wants us.  Make a place in your heart for Him to dwell.

Can God find a resting place in you?  I hope so.

Amen . . .

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Slaughter of Innocents Happens Every Day . . .

December 14, 2012. I stood motionless in my workplace break room, staring up at the TV in horrified disbelief.  Had I just heard the newscaster say that twenty children and six adults were violently murdered in an elementary school in Connecticut? My hand slid up to my throat, my heart raced.  I backed up against the table, grateful that I was alone in the usually busy room. Immediately, I thought of my little grandsons, three and a half and two and a half.

The journalist said the children killed were six and seven. I couldn’t move.  Tears welled up, and I swallowed hard against their threatened spill.  A groaning prayer erupted in my heart and regurgitated across my lips. “Father, God.” I whispered in a shaky voice.  ” I know from what you’ve shown me, those precious little ones are with You, now, safe and loved, free from the evil horror perpetrated against them.  But the parents . . . oh, God, oh God!  How will they survive the agonizing pain?”  “Only You can help them recover, if it is survivable, only Your mercy, kindness and love can cradle them.  Please comfort, love and shelter them, please.  I know You will.  You’re constant and unshakeable.  Please hold onto every victim’s family members and friends. Reveal Your heart to them over and over, as long as it takes.  Thank you.”  I had to clock in from lunch, I’d already waited too long.  Nothing seemed important except running to my grandsons, squeezing them and feeling their warm bodies pressed against my broken heart.  Instead, I returned to my computer, my job . . . and prayed for protection for everyone I loved.

After work, I went home and stood in front of our beautiful Christmas tree.  “Dear God, Christmas.” I spoke into the silence.  “How will those families face Christmas? Some will have already wrapped gifts under their trees for their sweet innocent child who will not be there?”  I prayed again, the only thing that got me through that day.  “Help them, Father, help them!”

Amidst what I was feeling, I thought of my daughter.  She’d given birth just one week before to my precious granddaughter, our first little girl, and little she is, but healthy, and so beautiful.  I remembered something she’d said in the hospital after giving birth.  Her new daughter lay sleeping peacefully on her chest after being nursed.  My daughter glanced up and said, “Just think, a little while ago she was inside me.” At the time she said it, we smiled and agreed how amazing it was.  I also remember thinking that according to our U.S law, she could have aborted her daughter right up to her delivery.  I remember feeling sickened from the thought.  The innocent little girl our whole family so anxiously awaited, who lay sleeping so sweetly, could have been murdered just hours ago, legally, by a choice, and by people willing to do the heinous deed.

The Holy Spirit spoke to me.  “Innocents are slaughtered every day.”  His words dangled in the air like hearing a heartbeat you listen closely to hear, then He continued speaking.  “People are rightly outraged over the school children’s deaths.  The horror appears worse because they were so young.  They can’t put it anywhere in their minds.” I didn’t move, not wanting anything to distract me from His words. “What is the difference in their deaths and the adults who died, their ages?”  I knew what He was telling me.  My granddaughter was the same, born or unborn.  The elementary students were the same as the adults, or my granddaughter.  The only difference was their age, their stage of life.  You could tell from the media frenzy and national reaction to the crime, the deaths of the innocent children seemed more shocking, more brutal. Everyone wants an answer to “WHY”?

The deaths at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut will never be forgotten.  Except for the grace of God, the lives taken will leave deep wounds that may never heal. Yet, millions of innocent children are murdered all over the world because we believe the lies that they’re not viable human life in utero, or just unformed tissue.  We’re told because of their stage of life, the unborn are somehow less valuable, less human, incapable of caring for themselves and therefore, have no human rights or are just not human.

The children murdered at Sandy Hook  Elementary were still in need of food and clothing to live, they needed shelter and love and someone to care for their welfare.  Were they, because they were six and seven more valuable than the unborn or newborn, like my granddaughter?   There is no difference!  Give this serious thought.  Murder is murder.  As a society, we’ve chosen to believe the pro-choice lies and the lies of the abortion industry.  Just because we’ve convinced ourselves, does not make it true.

Yes, everyday Sandy Hook happens all over the world.  Where is the outcry?  Think of the lives who will never be and the generations that will not exist because of this evil we call abortion.  We do not deserve it, but I constantly ask God to have mercy and forgive us.

As a nation, we’ve allowed the slaughter of innocents.

Please, please do not choose abortion.  Have an ultrasound.  See the little baby, fully formed, living and growing inside your body.

Choose life.

Donna

 

Walk In The Light In Front Of You

During my work week, I spend lunch times reading, praying, listening to my favorite music, or to the radio.  Today as I flipped through the stations, I heard a minister say, “You know those old lanterns didn’t cast much light.”  I remained on that particular station and listened to a few more minutes of his story.  He said when he was very young, he would follow his dad down a road in the countryside that didn’t yet have electricity in that area.  His father held an old lantern in front of them to see where to walk, and as long as he followed his dad, he was safe, and didn’t get lost.  The lantern only shined light at their feet, and did not show them the road beyond.  They had no idea what lay ahead.  Was there a ditch, a bend in the road, a washout, an animal or snake?  They could only see far enough to walk the path right in front of them.

I changed stations to catch some music, but couldn’t put the minister’s lantern comment out of my mind.  The Holy Spirit nudged my heart and said, “That’s how the Father leads you most of the time.  His light to guide your life path, but always wanting you to stay close to Him for safety and direction, and when you do, you make it to the destination He’s leading you to.”

Wow, how many times in my life has that been the case?  Almost every day!  God lights our path with his word, during prayer as we ask for guidance or help, the Holy Spirit speaks to us if we keep our heart towards the Father.  Sometimes, He lights our path through people and circumstances, through pain and joy.  These are just a few of the things that come to mind.  He may use nature-His creation, or a song, artwork, a book, but something illuminates right in front of us.  I love that about God, when my light bulb comes on and I say,” O.K., I see what you’re doing, now.”

I believe God gives us dreams and prophetic words to help guide us, but usually, it’s the constant truth of His word, prayer and the voice of the Holy Spirit. 

I wish He’d say, “In six months, this particular thing is going to happen, so get ready, or, next year you’ll be at a different job and there will be a new child in your life.”  We think that would be good, if God just audibly told us our future; but we would worry, try to manipulate details and avoid doing other things He wants us to do.  Being human, we’d probably mess it up.  He knows our frailties, and He wants us to get to know Him.  We can only do that by spending time with Him, talking, worshiping and LISTENING.  So, for our good, Father God knows to shine light on the path just at our feet, and trust Him enough to follow along behind to the destiny His great love has provided for us. 

Besides, how many people would hear God if He wanted to give you His long-term plans for your life?  I’m sorry to say, not very many.  Being able to hear the voice of the Holy Spirit takes a personal decision to make Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior. Even after that, it takes time to recognize His voice, which is usually “still and small”.  You need a repentant heart, and the genuine desire to seek God’s face and get to know Him.  It’s something I seek in my life.  I ebb and flow.  I feel close and far away, but I know His Spirit lives inside me, guiding me, loving me, and like a good parent, chastising me when necessary.  Unconditional love.  

So, when something happens in your life you don’t understand, or when you make choices you wish you could reverse, or choices you shouldn’t have made, He’s there, moving the lantern, saying,”It’s alright.  I’m here.  Follow My light. I love you, and if you’ll ask, I’ll forgive and cleanse you.  Don’t be afraid.  I have a plan.  I KNOW THE ROAD AND I’LL LEAD YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.”

Donna

Living Life In The Calm And Storm

Nebraska author, Willa Cather said, “Some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.”  It’s true, and we spend a large amount of time attempting to escape the stress of storms sometimes brought on by our own choices.

In Greek, peace means to get hold of quietness by eliminating what distracts and attempts to destroy serenity.  It’s a forceful removal. 

Not quite how our culture thinks of it, a deep-breathing, think about waterfalls and clouds state of mind.  I’m not saying that pleasant thoughts aren’t good for our blood pressure, but to achieve spiritual and physical calm often requires violent persistence on our part.

God is peace, and when you have a personal relationship with Him through Jesus Christ, you carry who God is inside your spirit.  You carry His peace.  Peace destroys the works of the devil against us.  Carrying sin in our heart keeps us from doing and having the things in our life that God wants.  Repentance destroys the barrier of sin that separates us from God, resulting in calm and sends a message to the devil that he can no longer attack us. 

Developing an intimate relationship with God through time spent with Him in worship, prayer and reading the bible, we learn to trust Him and know His heart towards us, which is good and loving.  This personal relationship causes us to want to keep our hearts clean from sin.  You want to be quick to repent.

No matter what circumstances seek to destroy your life, you can wage war against the devil by turning to God.  His peace is our weapon.  Jesus Christ is our hope and refuge, our calm.  Call on Him, trust Him to destroy the chaos around you.  He wants life in all it’s fullness for us, here on earth as it is in heaven.  We don’t have to wait untill we die.

Let me pray with you . 

“Father, God.  Don’t let us run from You but towards You.  You love us so much.  Nothing we’re going through is too hard for You to solve, and nothing we’ve done that’s sin, is too big for you to forgive, if we’ll just ask.  Come Holy Spirit in power, and help anyone reading this post to reach out to Jesus for His forgiveness, love and peace.  Help us take hold of this weapon inside us and make a difference for good in the lives of others around us.  Thank you for your goodness and mercy towards us.”

AMEN

Donna