We Knew Her When...

I don't find the time to post like I used to.  I miss it and I hope to get back to it soon, it's a great way to "get things off my chest" while also getting feedback from readers that often times can help me figure things out. Until I can get back to writing again, I will enjoy the writings of friends and family.  I recently linked you to my daughter's blog.  Today I want to point you towards Amy's writings.

Amy is an amazing woman, but I'll let you learn about her from her writings.  She was recently published in Christian Woman, which totally rocks 'cause I suggested she submit an article to them about a year ago... and she did!  And they published it!  So now, when she becomes a world-famous author, I can say, "Yeah, I had a hand in that."  Or NOT. Just kidding, I'm just so excited for her and for everything God has planned for her.  Seriously, head over there and see what I mean.

I'll write again... eventually!

Answered Prayers

So I've mentioned my daughter... you should learn about her first-hand:

One Woman Won By Him

She amazes me and is proof that God answers our prayers!

The Awesomeness that is my Grandson

If you ever thought that nothing could compare to the love you have for your children, wait until they give you grandchildren.

We have one. His adorableness is insane and his laughter is contagious. He's one
and 3/4 years old and growing up way too fast. His name is Gabriel and he has got to be the most-loved person on the planet, I'm just sure of it.

Because of some personal setbacks in my daughter's life, she and Gabriel moved in with us last summer. It's been a tough adjustment for all of us, but he has made even the hard parts worth it. I get to come home from work every day and be greeted by his beautiful face as he runs up to me saying "Oh, hi!" with a big grin on his face. That feeling of "there's someone in the world who is genuinely excited to see me" immediately makes even rough days easier.

He looks so much like his mom, I sometimes catch myself just examining his face and being transported back in time to when I was a young mother and she was this beautiful little child. And I remember what it all felt like: the uncertainty about what kind of future I could give her, whether I was cut out to be a good mom, the bizarre feeling that my heart was no longer inside my body but now lived in her, I gain more respect for my daughter knowing that she is now experiencing all that with her son.

Thank you Lord for blessing our family with this little boy; I pray that we can be the grandparents he deserves.

Saying What Needs To Be Heard

As we get older, we learn things we didn’t fully understand before and as a result we sometimes change our opinions on things.  Maybe I should stick to the first-person here and stop saying “we”.  Maybe I’m the only person who has ever changed their stance on a subject because I was presented with new information.  Yeah, probably not.  The subject I’m thinking about here is the highly controversial issue of abortion.  Before you stop reading, let me say I’m not going to preach the Bible here, I’m only going to preach reality, if reality can in fact be preached.

Certainly I could write volumes based on Scripture that would drive home the point that abortion is just about the biggest lie our society believes.  But I want to talk to everyone out there who doesn’t want to hear “the Bible says…”.  I want to talk to everyone who just lives day-to-day, trying to do the right thing, but who doesn’t necessarily look to a deity to lead them.

I recently had a chat online with an old friend on the subject of abortion and I realized something during the conversation.  The debate between pro-life and pro-choice is often argued with women’s rights and baby’s rights presented as opposite sides of the issue, as if they were mutually exclusive.  When one side presents their case, the other side comes back with their point without really addressing the opposite point.  A conversation might go like this:

Pro-Life: “Killing a child before they are born is still killing a child!”

Pro-Choice: “But what about the woman who was violently raped and 
           became pregnant because of it?  Should she be forced to either go through 
           nine months of an unwanted pregnancy and all the pain and humiliation that 
           goes with it or else go to some butcher to get an illegal abortion and suffer 
           from multiple health problems or even death?”

Pro-Life: “Abortion is murder!”

Or sometimes the conversation goes this way:

Pro-Choice: “A woman’s body is her own and she has the right to say what is
           done to it and with it.”

Pro-Life: But what about the baby’s rights as a human being?  Why does the 
           woman’s rights trump the child’s?

Pro-Choice: “It’s nobody else’s business what she chooses, it’s her body!”

In both of these examples, we see that when the tough questions get raised, instead of addressing them, the opponent simply states his or her belief louder.  This is not an argument, it’s a shouting match and it’s not getting us anywhere.

Here is what I have learned over the years of dealing with this sad topic:  Abortion never helps a rape victim heal or saves her from more pain and difficulty. It only trades the trauma of rape and unwanted pregnancy for the trauma of rape and abortion. Some women suffer their loss immediately but many live in denial for years, even decades before finally seeking help for seemingly "unrelated" depression, addiction, etc. only to discover that their pain and guilt goes all the way back to that supposedly simple procedure done in a doctor's office that they had thought was behind them.

It’s only through counseling and therapy that the real underlying issue can be brought out and worked through, giving the woman a chance to heal, mourn the loss of a child, and forgive herself for what she didn’t even realize she was feeling guilty for.  Unfortunately, the vast majority of women who have had an abortion never get that counseling.  Either they don’t think they need it or they are too ashamed to admit to anyone what they did.  Pride and shame are both very powerful and too often they keep people in a broken state instead of allowing them to heal.

The lie of abortion is two-fold: first, it is a lie that the baby isn’t really a baby.  By using words like fetus, embryo or tissue, we have white-washed the reality of who we are talking about: an actual human being.  Second, it is a lie that abortion “undoes” a pregnancy.  There is no undo button for pregnancy, there is only taking an innocent life.  Whether it is done in a back alley or a brightly lit doctor’s office, a baby is still intentionally killed.  We can’t keep condoning “legal” abortion because we’re afraid that women will seek out an “unsafe” abortion instead.  Do we set up places where murderers can legally kill their victims so that they won’t be tempted to kill “illegally”?  Do we create special stores where it’s legal to take whatever you want without paying, so that people won’t shoplift in other stores?  Of course that sounds preposterous, but is it really so different from legalized abortion?  Right and wrong aren’t only found in the Bible; they are what makes a civilization civilized.  And the more we keep blurring the line between right and wrong with our misguided attempts to please everyone and be politically correct, the less civilized we are becoming.

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Why Do Bad Things Happen?

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.  This is what Paul wrote to the church in Rome. (Romans 8:28)  Do we know this?  I mean, really know it?

One time we got some "bad gas" (fuel for our van, not the other kind!) that messed up our fuel gauge.  Hubby and I were on the interstate, about a mile and a half from our exit, when the needle suddenly dropped and the van stalled.  We started praying that God would please get us as close as possible to the exit.  We knew that even if we coasted that far, it was still at least another mile to the closest gas station and we were not dressed for a walk.  Well, we kept praying and Hubby kept steering and the van kept coasting.  I couldn't believe it when we made it around the bend to the exit ramp! Instead of pulling over, Hubby decided to see how far up the ramp we could coast... we kept going!  The light at the top of the ramp is always red and is a couple minutes long.  We didn't want to get stuck in the lane at the light, so we prayed that we could pull over, but just then the light turned GREEN!  So we coasted through, somehow making the turn without any power steering and thought, "Uh oh, we're going to get stuck on the bridge that crosses the interstate."  Just then, the light on the other side of the bridge turned green, so we slid through that one, too!  At this point, Hubby knew we couldn't get much further and we were going pretty slow, so he was driving on the shoulder to stay out of everyone's way.  Around another bend in the road and another red light.  Once again, just as we approached, it turned green!  The gas station was just up ahead, albeit with a steep entrance that we couldn't possibly get up at the speed we were crawling by now.  Do you believe that we not only made it up that incline, but to within mere feet of the pump?  I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there myself!  This was definitely an example of answered prayer!

Why did God choose to provide what we asked for in this silly case, when so often we pray for someone's life, health, comfort, or other "legitimate" request, and he chooses to say no?  This is the question that probably keeps most people from accepting God's existence.  Why does he let the bad things happen?  When I fell down a flight of stairs, breaking several bones and ending up in a wheelchair, I prayed for a quick recovery.  I asked God to amaze my doctors with my "miraculous" healing so that I could get back to my life as soon as possible.  I felt confident the day the surgeon who put my ankle back together came in to check on me.  I was sure he was going to say I was healing fast and should be able to go home and get back to work in a few days.  I was devastated.  Three more weeks in the hospital!  Two entire months confined to a wheelchair!  This wasn't happening... I had prayed fervently!  Why did God refuse to grant my request?  It's not fair!

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."  This was for my good?  It all is.  We have to know that, even when we don't like it.  I was a new Christian when this happened.  I was taught countless valuable lessons through this trial.  I saw my brothers' and sisters' selflessness as they attended to my and my daughter's needs.  Transportation, food, laundry, everything was taken care of.  Without that experience, would I perhaps be a more selfish Christian who doesn't step forward when someone is in need?  Would I not have learned the peace that comes from ceaseless prayer? What about being humble?  It's hard to not be humble when other people are laundering your underwear.  Is it the way I would have done it?  No.  But God knows what's best for me when I don't.  He takes the most miserable experiences in our life and works them out for GOOD!  Know that.  Even when you don't feel it at the time. It all takes place in HIS time, not ours, and his plan is perfect.  Thank you, Lord, for knowing what's best for me and working good out of even the worst situations!