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


Understanding Does Not Equal Agreement

Recently, I’ve read that pro-choice people no longer want to use the term “pro-choice” to describe themselves. I imagine it’s hard to explain a term that basically says, “As a woman, you have the right to allow your unborn baby to live, or, you can choose to kill it.  It’s your legal right, your body.”

I’m  sure there are those reading this post that think my first paragraph is judgmental, critical and intolerant.  You must remember, by saying I’m judgmental is itself, judging me.  If you tell me I’m intolerant, isn’t that intolerance?

If you think I’m imposing my moral values on you by stating that abortion kills children and I say it’s wrong to do that, don’t you do the same when you force your moral rules on pro-life people by applauding Roe v. Wade, that gives women the “legal” right to choose, and then tell me I’m intolerant for disagreeing.

I understand that the laws of the USA allow abortion at all stages of the baby’s development, but understanding does not equal agreement.  Think on that horrifying scenario.  How does where we are have any bearing on who we are as a human being?  How does a journey of eight inches down a birth canal make us human, more human, or viable, and give someone the “right” to end our life.

Are we defined by self-awareness and our intelligence levels?  Do others have the “right” to decide if we are less valuable, perhaps burdensome, and therefore, exploit us or kill us if they disagree with those limits?  Babies, toddlers, the aged, disabled and infirmed are examples fitting that possible equation. The forty years since the legalization of abortion, has desensitized our western culture and moral values.   What was once considered evil is now called good, and what was once held as high moral standards is now thought of as evil, judgmental and intolerant.

It’s the frog in pot idea.  The temperature is gradually turned up on the frog, and before he realizes he needs to get out of the pot, he’s comfortable with the water temperature and he’s boiled.

Abortion is only the beginning of people making laws about who should live and who should die.  Anyone considered not useful or a burden on society will soon suffer the same death sentence as the aborted unborn.  There are those promoting post-birth abortions.  No longer partial-birth.  Deliver a child and kill it.

When will killing a six month or year-old child be O.K. because the “mother” decides she could no longer be burdened with the child.  I can see your face and hear your gasps of, “that will never happen!”  Yes it will. Fifty to one hundred years ago, people were jailed for aborting babies.  It was murder. It was unthinkable.  But now, we tell ourselves women have the right to choose. That started just forty years ago.  Evil is good.  Good is evil.

Why don’t women choose to end the life of the toddler they carry in their arms instead of the baby they carry inside their body?  One is outside her body, the other inside.  What’s the difference?

Think about it, if you can . . . . .

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

Choices-We Make Them, We Live With Them

I’ve struggled with regurgitating my pain and fear during the birthing process of my posts and, physically, gasped at the tangible emotions staring me in the face.  In spite of it all or perhaps because of, everything I endured to become a mother pales in comparison to the joy of being a mother and grandmother!

When I made my choice to create this blog and write about the extremely sensitive subject of abortion, the heartache of infertility and the pain and joy of adoption, I thought I knew what I was setting myself up for from the reader’s comments.  I prayed about it many times, pondered it, and plunged in.

During my prayer time God made it quite clear; the blog is what He wanted me to do at this moment in my life, and I made a choice to follow His direction.

Then something happened that tested my resolve and convictions.  A person whom I shall call a friend for privacy issues in this post, made it known to another person in my life that they thought my abortion views were not compassionate, judgemental, and not based on knowledge of the subject.  Because this person is a part of my life, I was not only hurt by the comments, but also the fact they did not tell me to my face or comment on my blog.  They chose to go through another person, who in turn, told me.  All of this was too close to home and I was angry.

I watered flowers, paced the house, mumbled and plopped down on a stair in the stairwell leading to my garden.

Then, as He is so good at doing, the Holy Spirit said in His quiet voice, “How would you have responded to someone posting or emailing those same opinions?”  I sputtered and told Him, “It’s different, this person knows me, I know them, we have a history, they should have spoken honestly to my face so we could have discussed it like adults, not told someone else who had to tell me!”  The Holy Spirit did not respond to my blustering.  Silence sat down beside me in the narrow stairwell.

I repented.  Writing to a stranger about these topics can come across as impersonal and more factual, which in some way is good and in other ways not so good.  We feel free and safe to type our words in an email or small comment box and start the healing process or share truths. We tell ourselves it’s o.k., no one knows me.  But, the human side to these topics is often tragic and painful.  We are here as God’s creation to help each other, to offer a listening ear, encouraging words, guidance and forgiveness.

This blog is very personal, not only to myself but to those of you who read and say, I agree, I disagree, I understand and I feel pain or I feel joy.

My opinions about abortion are based not only on my faith, but on scientific fact and judicial rulings stating that life begins at conception.  If you are pregnant and you are human, the child in your body is a human being. Our own Declaration of Independence states: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.  Nothing is mentioned about first being born, only created, which happens at conception.  A human egg comes together with human sperm to create a human being.

My friend said they knew intelligent women who’d had abortions and made that choice with thought and compassion and did not see their pregnancy as simply a lump of tissue. How did they think of it?  As a baby?  I see compassion, but for themselves, their situation, their lifestyle and stress level that giving birth to the child they aborted would greatly complicate.  I am not saying in any way that the choice they made was easy.  I’m certain the majority of women who abort anguish over their decision, especially if they deal with it with knowledge of what they’re doing and what the consequences are of their decision.  How is choosing to take your child’s life showing compassion for the child?  Adoption is a life giving alternative if the woman cannot keep the child.

During a past conversation with this same friend they said that crimes against children were abhorrent to them.  An aborted child is killed. How can this not be a crime? Depending on the abortion method used, the baby dies immediately, or even worse, after several hours of horrific pain. Our law tells us this is not a crime as long as the child has not been born.  But once born, we use every measure available to us to ensure the baby’s health and safety.  The truth of what’s taking place with abortion is unconscionable.

According to our current law a woman has the legal right to choose abortion.  Abortion is legal by civil law, but not by God’s moral law.

What is legal is not always right.

Donna