Our Growing Inhumanity and Callousness

I never cease to be amazed at how far society has fallen in their acceptance of what is morally wrong, or in my opinion, better stated as evil. This post contains some links to good examples of my thoughts contained here.  I hope you read them.

I follow a few pro-life websites, and there are times I’m barely able to finish their articles about abortion before I begin to weep and the need to pray completely overwhelms me. The Holy Spirit speaks to my spirit, and I start interceding in prayer for our country and other countries who sanction, or even order the killing of unborn babies by abortion. In some cases, infants born alive during abortion procedures are murdered by the doctor, or, medical care is withheld from these children until they die.  These babies are unceremoniously placed out of sight, left to die alone, without care or thought because they were supposed to succumb to the abortion procedure.

I do want to say, in some United States hospitals and also, in some abortion clinics, there are medical staff who struggle with the horrific practices I spoke of in the preceding paragraph. I’ve read more than a few articles about nurses whose hearts break because of abortion practices, yet they must follow their employer’s requirement which is to obey the law of our country that states a woman has a “right” to take the life of her unborn child. See this link: http://www.lifesitenews.com/news/this-is-so-hard.-oh-god-its-so-hard-nurses-tell-of-aborted-babies-born-aliv

More late-term abortions are taking place. These procedures need a woman to give birth. The result is, many more babies do not die from the lethal injections or chemical solutions meant to kill them.  According to the Journal of Medical Ethics, debates are now taking place about killing newborns if the woman chooses because the child would be a financial, physical or emotional burden to the mother OR the family. See the following link:http://jme.bmj.com/content/early/2012/03/01/medethics-2011-100411.full

In my past post entitled: When God Says-”Don’t Do That!”-It’s Because He Loves Us I talk about God in His wisdom knowing if He gives the human race an inch, we take ten miles, so to speak, and end up destroying ourselves and others. Yet, He gives us a chance to honor Him by making good, moral, loving choices like He desires for us.

I cannot fathom the reasoning of women who would actually give birth to an unwanted child and will NOT place it for adoption in a loving home, yet they follow through with abortion.  There is no excuse for this tragedy when so many women today are unable to have biological children.  Our culture has senselessly bought into the lie of satan that what we think is best for ourselves, far outweighs the lives of our own children.

Please, please give adoption serious consideration if you are pregnant and can’t keep your child.  Give life and love to your little one by allowing your baby to fulfill its God-given purpose for his or her life.  God will see your heart and take care of you, your child and the family who will love your baby as their own.  I know this for a fact.  I have two adopted children who are now grown with beautiful families of their own.. Don’t listen to the lies of our culture that increasingly speak in favor of death and destruction.

Remember this; when you abort your child, you take the lives of generations of people.

I will pray for you.  Feel free to contact me.  I love the two women who gave life to my children.  I will forever be thankful and grateful to God for their choice of life.

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

 

Giving Up Fear

Republican Paul Ryan, the United States Congressman from the first congressional District of Wisconsin, told a reporter during an interview that he gave up fear for Lent.  This was during a time his highly debated budget proposal plan was being presented to the House of Representatives, and due to it’s tough proposals on reducing government entitlement spending and downsizing the country’s deficit, the Congressman knew he would be politically and personally attacked by Democrats and Republicans, and that the news media would attempt their own textual and verbal assassinations.

The reporter asked him if the was serious, and was he doing it? The Congressman answered, “I’m working on it.”

Although the reporter appeared both amused and puzzled at his answer, the practice of taking hold of, or releasing thoughts and our response to them is not a new premise.

The bible states in 2nd Corinthians 10:5  KJV “Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalted itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.”   God’s word, the bible, says without faith it is impossible to please Him, and that He has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power and a sound mind, Romans 8:15, Hebrew 11:6.

Thoughts and imaginations originate in our mind, the same place fear attacks us.  Fear is the opposite of faith.  Therefore, it’s not from God.  Father God is not double-minded.  He cannot and would not give us something He has already said does not please Him and that He told us is NOT from Him.   If it’s not from God, it’s from satan. Don’t take that fearful thought or temptation.  When it comes, recognize it for what it is.  Say, “NO!  I’m not going to receive this. Go from my mind, now!”  That’s one way to cast it down and get your mind back into captive obedience to God, who only wants good for you.  Then, ask God through the Holy Spirit to give you His peace, and thank Him for loving and caring for you in every area of your life.  You need to do both, tell the thought to go and ask God for His help.  Throw it out and replace it.  The more you practice, the easier it becomes and the less satan will bombard you in that area of fear or temptation. 

Because of our human nature and the world’s culture around us, our minds will always be assaulted with ideas that are not in line with God’s good plan for our lives.  He created each of us to live in this time and place, giving us talents, personalities, strength, compassion, abilities and determination to carry out His destiny and unique purpose that only we can bring to the earth and others around us.

Fear cripples, destroys and kills that destiny if we allow it to take up residence in our heart and mind.  God gave us a way out through His son, Jesus Christ.  Everything we need to live a victorious life is found in Him and His magnificent love for us. Give up fear by kicking it out!

I can’t end this post without encouraging women who are afraid the baby they long for will never be, or, by reaching out to women in a different position, who think if they don’t abort the child they carry, their own life will be destroyed.  Who’s telling you that? 

Not God . . .

God gave you the desire to have a child, don’t give up on the dream that came from Him. Tell the fear to go and start rejoicing and praising Him for whatever way He’s going to bring that child into your life! 

Abortion is not Gods plan. He gave the child life, so He wouldn’t tell you abortion is the answer.  It’s part of your destiny to give birth to the baby you carry.  He may choose another home for the child and a different path for you to walk, or He may show you He wants you to raise the child and for the two of your lives to be entwined as family.

Email me, or write.  I will answer, help and pray for you.  God is good.  He’s hope and mercy and loving kindness.

Donna

Adoption, Abortion and the “October Baby” Movie

Gut wrenching, poignant and truthful, are just a few of the things I have to say about the movie I saw on Saturday, “October Baby”.  The movie is about a college age girl named Hannah, who discovers not only that she was adopted, but that she was the child of a failed abortion attempt.  The movie shares the 180 degree emotional upheavals of her life and her ultimate resolution of these feelings and the discoveries Hannah makes along the way. I don’t want to spoil the movie for those of you who haven’t seen it, so I won’t say more.

 First, I want to say, having two adopted children of my own,  you should ALWAYS tell them they are adopted.  Start when they’re very young with various things that are age appropriate for their understanding, and add to the details as conversations and situations happen, like birthdays and other family members delivering their babies and tell them how their arrival was different into your family, but NO LESS loved, awaited and prayed for.  Children are very accepting and curious, and when they grow up in a loving, safe environment, all the questions can be answered with love and respect.  Don’t offer more information than is necessary, and let the child take the lead as they grow older and may or may not want more info. Don’t cross bridges that may never need to be crossed, and if the bridges do appear, God in His grace and wisdom will help you with the answers.

The children you adopt know only you as mom or dad unless you adopted older children.  You were the one or ones who was there from the beginning, caring, loving, protecting, supplying their every need for life after birth.  Believe me, YOU are the parent or parents!  You are the “REAL” mom and dad!  Because my children are from Korea, people always wanted to know who their “REAL” mom was, and did I know her.  Inside I died at their ignorant questions, but I always answered, “I am their REAL mom”, the biological mother’s info was none of their business.  In every sense of the word “mother”, I am that person and so grateful to God for His merciful goodness to have my daughter and son . . .

There is a scene in the movie where someone answers Hannah’s questions about her arrival on this earth, and because of some other info she receives at this time, some brutal details are shared with her about the abortion process.  I read some media reviews about the movie, and one from the The New York Times equated the movie with false compassion, using the language of fear and guilt and portrays the info given to Hannah in this particular scene as reminiscent to bloody placards used outside of abortion clinics, showing fetal mutilation.  Well . . . excuse me, but that is exactly what happens during an abortion, depending upon the method used.  The baby IS mutilated and torn apart, to remove it from the mother’s body.  Read about abortion procedures such as, suction and curettage or dilation and evacuation.

People are upset when they hear the REAL details, and I would hope to the good Lord, they are.  They need to be.  What do they think happens, a magic wand is waived over the mother and the baby goes painlessly to heaven?  The process is BRUTAL.  It’s why pro-life people are so enraged and passionate about letting women know what really happens when they make THE CHOICE.

How does The New York Times critic equate someone loving and caring for someone elses child and raising it as their own, to false compassion?  Caring about what happens to the mothers choosing abortion and their physical and mental health, is that false compassion?  That boggles my mind.  Adoption and truth are the very picture of God’s love, here on earth.  There’s been so much purposefully wrong information given to women, so much language strategy used to make people think that unborn children are not human beings by refusing to use the nouns child or baby.

I love all of you reading this.  I’m quite passionate about the lives of our little ones, so dependant upon us, and about the lives of women who believe the lie that abortion is the answer to their problem.  God is the answer.  Only He can resolve what needs to done for the women and their babies. 

Give them life.  Give the babies a chance. 

I do love you.  Believe me . . . this is not easy to write about post after post, and it tears my heart out when I think of all the pain and beautifully broken lives in this vast world, where everyone is trying so hard to make the right choices.

You and your children are in my prayers.

Donna

All God’s Creation Is Good

Last weekend my husband and I spent three days in Colorado driving the highways and mountain passes bathed in aspen gold and orange.  Each bend in the narrow roads lured us on with the promise of the next stunning vista ahead, and we were not disappointed.

Some of the local residents told us the views were the best they’d seen in thirty years.  We stopped at any pull-off area we could to take photos.  My husband is quite artistic and has a good eye for setting up the frame to capture the best picture.  We have numerous examples of his talent to remind us of this, and past trips.

I share this with you because, at many of these photo-taking stops, I stood beside the car or walked to the road’s edge and found myself telling God how awesome His creation is.  Praise erupted from my heart and tumbled out my mouth in gratitude for the beauty and for opportunity He gave us to view it.  I had some pain issues during the trip and was not physically doing the best, but even that could not restrain my enthusiasm or love of the magnificent scenery.

 Genesis 1:31 Amplified Bible (AMP)    And God saw everything that He had made, and behold, it was very good (suitable, pleasant) and He approved it completely.

God made us.  His creation is good, very good and when we live in right relationship with Him, we accomplish what He created us for in every area of our lives.  That however, is the key.  Living in right relationship with God.  Which means we have to get to know Him as a friend and a father.  You can only do that by spending time with Him in prayer, praising, asking questions, being still, listening to His heart and then, going about your life based on the things you learned from sitting at His feet.

I get myself in trouble every time I neglect this most important area of my life.

In my post, Adoption-An Answer for the Pain, I shared with you the devastating loss of my first child through miscarriage after eight endless years of infertility.  I suffered a miscarriage again, later in my life. During each of these life crises, I tore myself apart by believing lies I told myself, that I was useless, and a failure as a woman.  While battling the infertility and dealing with the first miscarriage, I negatively questioned, begged and finally railed against God for His seeming non-caring of my life issues.  In reality, nothing was further from the truth, and after some healing time had passed; He opened the door to adoption and now I have two children and two grandchildren!

I got my self into this self-pity arena by not spending time with God as His child and my Father.  Sharing intimacy with someone is not time filled with blaming and anger. God patiently waited for me to heal, all the time aiding my recovery by the power of the Holy Spirit, and I did’nt even know it was happening. He loved me then, and He loves me now.  Just like He loves you.  We are His creation, His children, and He loves us with a good Father’s heart.

If you’re telling yourself you’re worthless, useless, a failure, or that God has abandoned you, those are lies from the enemy, (satan).  Recognize them as lies and do not receive those falsehoods into your spirit.  When you spend large amounts of time with someone, you pick up their traits and mannerisms and incorporate them into your own life.  I want that from God.  Not only for Him to abide in me, but for me to live in Him, become like Him.  So, when you hear those lies in your head.  Rise up!  Say NO! Your are God’s creation, His child and He loves you.

It’s a journey.  A path we’ll travel our whole lives.  Sometimes, we’ll step off the path, get back on, make some wrong turns and perhaps, even turn around and walk back before we right ourselves again.

Donna

John 3:16

New International Reader’s Version (NIRV)  “God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son. Anyone who believes in him will not die but will have eternal life.