A True Story of Hope in the Midst of Great Personal Tragedy.
I just finished watching this video (“180”) by Ray Comfort and wanted to share it with all of you and also ask that you share it with your friends. This could change (and save) many lives!!
This video is 33 minutes long, but PLEASE, take the time and watch it!
This video does contain graphic images (mainly of the holocaust) so viewer discretion is advised.
Now, let’s work together to stop abortion!
I didn’t write this, but I saw it on the internet and wanted to share it with you.
I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.
You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. … … … Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I don’t like it, Mommy.
… … … …
Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.
I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.
Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?
You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?
It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do that when you’re awake, any more?
I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.
…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!
Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!
Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.
Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!
I love you, Mommy.
Every abortion is just…
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
With being only 4′ 10″ it’s very hard for me to find modest clothes (specifically skirts) that fit. So a couple of weeks ago I tried something I’ve seen done, but hadn’t tried myself…I turned a pair of jeans into skirt…and, amazingly, it worked!! Below are a few pictures of it. I didn’t get ‘progress’ pictures, but I’ll try describing what I did 🙂
I started with an un-hemmed pair of jeans. I laid a skirt that was about the length I wanted this one, over top of them and cut the legs.
I then cut the inside seam of the legs, layed them out flat, laid a piece of denim (recycled from dad’s old jeans of course!) in the opening, pinned it in place and sewed it.
I repeated this process for the back of the skirt as well. I then ran a couple of lines of stitching around the bottom, so it wouldn’t fray up very far ( I didn’t feel like taking the time to hem it 🙂 )
This was the finished product
I’m definitely going to be making more of these!!!
I’ve spent a lot of time looking out the ‘window’ of my ‘tower’ to see if I could see my Prince coming…riding up on a great white horse. That time would have been better spent serving you instead of feeling sorry for myself. I could have had ‘prayer parties’ instead of ‘pity parties’.
Lord, there have been times where I’ve pulled myself away from my window to serve you, but I always had one eye on the window, and every chance I got, I’d run over and look out, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
Lord, forgive me for the wasted time. I am leaving my window and wholly serving You now. Yes, I will have the temptation to go look and see if he’s coming, but Lord, help me to keep my focus on you and trust that you will bring him to me in Your timing… I don’t have to be at the window to let him in when he comes, you’ll let him in.
So as I leave my window, Lord, and set out on a new adventure, open my eyes to the many opportunities around me!
I am fully surrendered to you.
I just started reading a book tonight called “Lady in Waiting” by Debby Jones & Jackie Kendall, and so far I am really enjoying it!! The following excerpt I found really interesting and it made me think…alot!
The Secret of the Alabaster Box
In the days Jesus was on earth, when a young woman reached the age of availability for marriage, her family would purchase an alabaster box for her and fill it with precious ointment. The size of the box and the value of the ointment would parallel her family’s wealth. This alabaster box would be part of her dowry. When a young man came to ask for her in marriage, she would respond by taking the alabaster box and breaking it at his feet. This gesture of anointing his feet showed him honor.
One day, when Jesus was eating in the house of Simon the leper, a woman came in and broke an alabaster box and poured the valuable ointment on Jesus’ head (see Mk. 14:3-9). The passage in Luke 7 that refers to this event harshly describes the woman as “a woman in the city who was a sinner” (Lk. 7:37).
This woman found Jesus worthy of such sacrifice and honor. In fact, Jesus memorialized her gesture in Matthew 26:13 (see also Mk. 14:9). This gesture had such meaning, for not only did she anoint Jesus for burial, she also gave her all to a heavenly Bridegroom. Yes, she was a sinner (who isn’t according to Romans 3:23?), but this sinner had dreams and wisely broke her alabaster box in the presence of the only One who can make a woman’s dreams come true.
What is in your alabaster box? Is your box full of fantasies that began as a little girl while you listened to and watched fairy tales about an enchanting couple living happily ever after? Have you been holding on tightly to your alabaster box of dreams, frantically searching for a man worthy of breaking your box? Take your alabaster box to Jesus and break it in His presence, for He is worthy of such honor. Having responded to your heavenly Bridegroom in such a manner, you can wait with confident assurance that, if it be God’s will, He will provide you with an earthly bridegroom.
How do you know if you have broken your alabaster box at the feet of Jesus? Such a decision will be reflected in reckless abandonment to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. When the Lord gives you a difficult assignment, such as another dateless month, you will receive His terms without resentment. Your attitude will reflect Mary’s response to the angel when she, as a single woman, was given a most difficult assignment. Mary said, “I belong to the Lord, body and soul…let it happen as you say…” (Lk. 1:38).
Take your alabaster box, with your body, soul, and dreams, and entrust them to Jesus. When He is your Lord, you can joyfully walk in the path of life that He has for you.
Okay, so I’m definitely NOT a poet, but below is something I wrote this evening that kind of describes where my heart was this past week (and has been for quite a while I guess).
God said “Wait” and I asked “Why?”
He replied, “My Child, right now’s not the time.”
I answered Him back as I held in the tears,
“But Lord I have waited all of these years!”
“My Child”, He said; as His eyes met with mine
“Do you not trust me with all of your life?
Do you not know, that I hold in my hand
The pen I am using to make your love story grand?”
“All I ask is you wait just a little while more,
Before I show you what I have in store.
Give me all of your heart, follow close by my side.
I’ll comfort you, help you, and always will guide.”
I replied, “Here’s my heart Lord, take all that I have!
My dreams and my hopes are now in your hands.”
God said to me, as He drew me close to His side
“My Child, I have great plans for your life!”
~ Sara Littley ~
Okay, so I don’t normally post anything really funny on here, but I thought you might all enjoy a good laugh 🙂
Sneezing baby panda: http://youtu.be/EAcdvmnZ_GM
This is actually a country love song by Rascall Flatts, but I’ve never heard it that way. I hear it as God speaking to me that He ‘won’t let me go’!! I love listening to this song when I’m having a bad day…it reminds me that He is there for me!!
Please keep Dan Trent and his family in your prayers. His wife, Kiyomi, is scheduled for brain surgery on the 19th. Following is an e-mail from Dan, letting us know what will happen with the surgery and how we can better pray for them.
My wife and I will be going to Chicago Sunday. This will allow us to spend some time together and make Monday a bit easier since we have to be at Rush hospital 5:30 am.
Kiyomi will have a bar with sensors under each side of the brain. They will also place wires under the scalp in a grid pattern. After 1 or 2 days she will have her medication lowered. They will monitor her seizures until they get the information to do the surgery, which will take about 1 to 2 weeks.
On a Friday we will talk about options and, on the following Monday, she will have the option the group of doctors, myself and Kiyomi have chosen as the best option. Right now they see only one viable option and that is to remove a small area causing the seizures.
4 days after the 2nd operation she will go home to finish recovery. She may need some therapy dealing with memory or a combo of the two. Kiyomi has had seizures since she was 3-6yrs old. Over the past 10 years they have steadily grown in frequency and she now has an average of 17+ seizures a month. The seizures she has are called partial-complex.
In addition to this our youngest son is a type1 Diabetic. My children (John 15yr,Chris 14yr, Tess12yrs and Isaac7yr) have been a true blessing in all of this. Tess will help take care of Isaac while am away and I can go to the hospital knowing he is in good hands.
This week has been full of challenges to overcome, but Kiyomi and I know why they are there and choose to focus on God’s blessings. Her Doctor is the Head of Neurology atRushHospitaland her Surgeon is the head of Neurosurgery.
Truly we are so blessed with the right doctors. Truly we are blessed by wonderful friends and family.
Dano – we’re all praying for you! Trust in God and never give up!
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11