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

 

 

 

 

 

Creation, God’s Gift To Us And Himself

Age has a way of reminding us how great the gift of life and time is. I love fall, and the range of colors it brings.  One of my great desires is to be a “leafer”, and travel all the beautiful scenic routes.  I feel very close to my creator at this time of year.  Unfortunately, my finances and life are not equal to this ambitious travel desire, so, I’ve made a promise to myself to make the most of the colors and beauty around me.

My area of Nebraska doesn’t have the glorious abundance of orange and red leaves of hardwood trees like the eastern United States. I live on the Platte River, and it’s lined with the striking beauty of weather hardened cottonwood trees.  Their scarred branches reach up across the water proudly displaying their medals of honor.  Stunning gold, sunlight-reflecting waxy coated leaves that refuse to drop until the last frigid windy moment.  I’ve grown up with the cottonwoods and their sturdy familiarity and the soothing clacking sound their leaves make while bumping together in the western plains wind. The trees awaken family memories of my childhood  and cover me with peace.

In town, there are orange-hued maple trees and bright red shrubs. We baby the flowering blooms of hardy fall mums, covering them with old sheets when a hard freeze threatens and I’m not ready or willing, to give up their fall color.  Eventually, to my dismay and outspoken wishes for them to hang on, the trees drop their showy brilliance and the mums succumb to the cold. Life happens and moves on. It takes me longer . . .

You notice I said life, not death.  The trees still live and the flowers will sprout again in the spring.  Their appearance changes, but they do not die.  This last month, I’ve meditated on life and spent time praying and reading the bible during my lunch hours.  This fall I chose a few of those hours to drive around town and thanked God for His majestic creation. How blessed I am to see and enjoy it.  I noticed on the days I concentrated on God’s goodness, my attitude was much improved when I returned to my job after lunch.

During my drives I asked God questions, like, “Am I making a difference for Your kingdom here on earth?  Does what I do and prayers I pray really matter?”  He reminded me that I, too, was part of His creation, a very important part, as we ALL are.  He created us to have a relationship with Him, to know Him, not just know about Him.  A personal, intimate knowledge which comes only through spending time with Him.  I was doing this on my lunch times by praying and reading His word and asking the Holy Spirit to speak with me, but the state of being quiet before God and meditating on Him was how He answered a large part of my questions.

In the stillness, with a heart and mind focused on Father God, I could hear Him speak.

I’m learning to pray all the time, but especially at night, when I can’t sleep.  I ask God to forgive our nation for the sin of abortion, and I ask Him to do whatever it takes to stop it, not just here but everywhere.  I ask God for mercy and to shake what has to be shaken in order to make our country realize their need for Jesus Christ and the salvation and life He offers us. Yes, God is glorified in His creation, but His Son died and rose again for people.  People of all nations, that He loves and desires to dwell with in relationship. Abortion takes the life of His greatest creation.  Human beings, created in His image, for His glory, to be His sons and daughters. Each of us is unique and gifted with the qualities and talents to do His will on earth.

So, when you look and appreciate the beauty in nature around you, remember, we, God’s children, are His greatest and most valuable creation.

Father God gives only good gifts to His children.  We need to do the same.  Give our children life.

God bless each one of you.

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

 

Baby Boxes Save Lives And Bring Hope

 Today our extended family celebrated the birth of a new baby!  We anxiously awaited her birth, and welcomed her into our lives.  At the same time, I await the arrival of my third grandchild and first granddaughter!  I can hardly believe it’s true.  So many years ago the thought of being a grandmother seemed like an impossible dream due to my infertility issues and miscarriages.  I wanted desperately to become a mother, and because two women gave life to their children and the gift of adoption, I have a daughter and a son and three grandkids.  I’m so blessed, but many mothers face insurmountable choices and often the consequences to the newborns are devastating.

I’ve been aware of different forms of “baby boxes, or hatches” for a long time, but today, I read an article about the resurgence of these boxes in numerous countries around the world.  The use of baby boxes are being implemented in European and Asian countries in an effort to save the lives of children from infanticide or abandonment and subsequent death. When an unwanted child is born and the mother is unable for cultural, religious, or emotional reasons to care for the child, and the babies birth would be a stigma placed on the woman for the remainder of her life, this safe form of anonymous abandonment is one way to save the child’s life who is then placed with an adoptive family.

Typically the boxes are at hospitals, and are an incubator with an outside door for the mother to place the baby inside, shut the door, which then signals the medical staff that a baby is inside and in need of attention.  The baby’s life is saved and protected.

The United Nations is promoting a ban on these boxes and wants the use of them stopped, stating they “violate the rights of the child”.

Infanticide is on the rise around the world.  Where are the rights of the child in that situation?  Any idea that saves the lives of children is a good idea.  Yes there are social, poverty and educational  issues to be addressed, and countries need to do this, but while waiting for these answers which will only be a small percentage of the problem solving, children are being abandoned and murdered.  These boxes are one way to encourage adoption and life for the children.

Adoption gives life and creates new families. Adoption gives hope for the future to desperate people waiting for a child to love and raise as their own.  Adoption is one way God answers these prayers for the birth mother, the baby and the adoptive family.

I know.  My children are adopted, and now our family is completing the circle with grandchildren.

God is so good.  Prayerfully consider adoption, or support people who are trying to save the lives of babies through pregnancy homes for mothers, or communities sponsoring baby boxes, and orphan care homes.  Save lives.  Love a child!

Here is a link to the article I read.  http://news.yahoo.com/europe-mulls-banning-boxes-abandoned-babies-075454911.html 

Donna

Standing For Righteousness And Being Christian

A couple of years ago, I became aware of the Holy Spirit urging me to speak the truth, and no longer remain silent about abortion and other aspects of my faith in Jesus.  I would label myself a “believer” and not just Christian.  Nowadays, the term Christian is tossed about with the casualness of someone stating their name.   It seems that anyone who is NOT atheist, Jewish, Muslim or any of the numerous Eastern religions is too quick to call themselves Christian.   Many people think they’re Christian because they go to church, or because their parents took them to church, or because they don’t proclaim another religion so, “I must be a Christian, right?”  

Proclaiming you’re a Christian should be much, much more than just saying you are one, or that you go to church.  It means you are a believer and follower of Jesus Christ who shed His blood for our sin and our complete salvation, that He died and rose again, ascended to heaven and sent the Holy Spirit to come dwell in our heart.  Being a Christian means having a personal, ongoing relationship with Jesus. Reading and BELIEVING His Word, the bible, spending time in prayer and worship and seeking His direction and purpose for your life. It means you strive to live that life seven days a week and not just Sunday. It’s an ongoing process, a goal, one that all true believers never stop reaching for.  We fail and we succeed, but we keep pressing forward, confident that the good work Jesus started in us will continue until we die.

When you become serious about being a believer, your life changes in ways you never imagined.  Spending one on one time in prayer and worship with the creator of the universe who loves you with an all-consuming love is wonderful and unnerving all at the same time.  Having a relationship with someone means you spend time with them, getting to know them and their heart and letting them see yours.  It’s during these times of prayer and worship, the Holy Spirit gives you guidance about your life and what He wants you to do to establish His kingdom on earth.  It’s why I started writing this blog.                

Today, Christians are afraid to speak the truth of the word of God concerning taking the lives of the unborn by abortion and sex between the same genders.  Our culture, in part by Christians remaining quiet on the above subjects, has made these topics not only “acceptable”, but “untouchable” without being sliced and diced by the left. Anyone speaking out against abortion or homosexuality is shredded by name calling, rebuked for what the left calls our ignorance and stupidity, and left for dead along side the liberal media road.  Liberals feed off this media opinion, even liberal Christians who do not search or believe the scriptures for God’s unchangeable covenants.   If you are a true believer, the word of God makes it very clear about the areas of life you should stand up for and speak out on, in spite of what anyone may say or print about you.  We MUST stand for righteousness if we do not want a curse upon our nation.  Here’s a link to a wonderful video: http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=D9vQt6IXXaM&hd

 Christians need to stand united and boldly declare from our mouths and our pulpits that, we will serve the Lord our God and seek righteousness by refusing to place into our government offices anyone who is Pro Choice, or in favor of abortion, and not electing candidates who promote the homosexual agenda by supporting legislation to encourage it.

The days of believers sitting silently in our pews on Sunday, singing our favorite songs, and hearing a feel-good sermon are over!  Our country’s survival  and it’s ability to promote the Christian faith to the world is in peril by our cultural agreement and silent acceptance of the so-called “enlightened” liberal agenda.  We need to vote for people who uphold morality, marriage between a man and a woman, and life for anyone no matter what stage of physical developement they have achieved.

There IS a war on women.  It’s called abortion.  It kills baby girls (and boys), and emotionally destroys the women who believe the lie that abortion is a choice that has no consequences.

Life is a right given to us by our Creator and recognized by our constitution.  There is no right to choose death for the unborn.

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