Is it enough to just SAY we HATE abortion?

So, as I’m sure most of you know, a couple of days ago, New York passed a new abortion law.  People on social media are up in arms about this, and they should be Children are a blessing from the Lord and a heritage to us all.  It saddens me to the deepest parts of my core to think of an innocent life being taken so deliberately and nonchalantly.

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.  Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.  Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.  Psalm 127:3-5

Whether or not a mother wants a baby shouldn’t determine whether or not it is a crime to kill a baby.  How can abortion (killing an unwanted child) be legal, but killing an unborn child that is wanted a crime?  How can the same state say that capital punishment shouldn’t be tolerated, but murdering the unborn is ok?  These are things I do not understand.

But something else I do not understand is this . . . if these women, these mothers, have the courage and the fortitude to say NO to Abortion, to let their babies live, to give them the option of life instead of death, then what are we as Christians going to do about it?  Are we going to put our money where our mouths are (as our grandparents used to tell us)?  Are we going to stand up for the BORN CHILDREN and be their voice as well, or are we just going to make righteous posts and share memes until we feel better and forget?

I’ve been doing some research, and some of the numbers just blow my mind.

For instance, 73% of people in America profess to be Christians—That’s something along the lines of 260,000,000 people!  If that’s the case, how in the world do we EVER have laws signed or people put into office who do not share the same belief systems as supposedly 73% of the population?christians in america

But these are the numbers that get me every single time I see them or something similar.  foster-church-chart

According to (a website giving adoption assistance to Christian families), if only 1 family in every 3 churches were to adopt, there would be NO MORE waiting children.  That’s one family out of every 3 different churches.  That’s not even one family from every single church.  Those numbers are staggering to me and should be to all 260,000,000 Americans who say they are Christians.

Here are a few more graphics to help put that number into perspective.

churches vs children

In the picture below:

TOP NUMBER = Children waiting for adoption


churches vs children 2

Let that sink in for a moment.  I didn’t say the number of people or even the number of families.  I said the number of CHURCHES!  (In case you’re not following along, that means there are a lot more families and people than the number listed in black.)

As Christians, we HAVE to do better.  We can’t just SAY that we’re pro-life, let’s actually be pro-life.  Let’s stand up for the lives that are already here, let’s be outraged that their lives don’t seem to matter, that their mother’s said NO to abortion, but then they were just forgotten about.  We have to be the Hands and Feet of Jesus if we want the rest of the country, the rest of the world to take us seriously.

But be doers of the word, not hearers only, deceiving yourselves.  For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man observing his natural face in the mirror; for he observes himself, goes away, and immediately forgets what kind of man he was.  But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does. James 1:22-25

I look through my social media feeds, and it’s the Christians who 9 times out of 10 are spreading hate, passing judgements, and pointing fingers.  Let’s help our neighbors.  Let’s help the people around us in need.  Let’s show love.

I was 18 when I got pregnant with my first child.  I was lucky.  I had help, I had family, I had resources.  I had the same help, family, and resources for my other three pregnancies.  I also have three children who I am thankful for every single day that their mother said NO to abortion.  I am thankful for their lives.  They are precious and worth the decision that she made, but she had very little help, very little family, and very little resources.  I’m thankful that our family was able to provide the home and love that these little ones deserved, but I’m also thankful for their mother who said YES to their lives.

So, yes, let’s continue to be outraged, let’s continue posting our heartbreak and our anger over these innocent lives that are lost to us every single day, but let’s not forget the ones who didn’t lose their lives, but are still losing the battle every single day.

(This is a letter from a little boy in Oklahoma in Foster Care.)

foster child letter in ok










PS I had another post all ready to go because I was in the middle of redoing my blog when this came to my heart.  But, in case you noticed it, the top of the blog now says #FightBack because that’s what I believe it’s time for us Christians to start doing.  While we’re praying, while we’re waiting, let’s not just sit idle.  Let’s not just be hearers of the word, but doers.  Let’s not just talk, let’s put some action behind those words.  Let’s put on our armor and remind Satan why God chose us to begin with.  Let’s be soldiers in God’s army and stop letting the rest of the world walk all over us.  Let’s #FightBack!





You’re Not Finished Yet . . .

Last night, before I got ready to go to church, I was watching a movie, and noticed my son’s little bowl sitting on top of the counter.  It had been sitting there a while, now full of coins, useful in its own little way, and I realized I hadn’t taken a picture of it yet to show off to all my social media friends what a wonderful job he had done.  So, I picked it up, walked outside with it so I could find some decent light, and snapped a picture with my cell phone.

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My Playlist For This Week . . .

Music . . . What can I say, it fills my heart with praise for our Lord and Father.  It’s a prayer you can sing.  I just love you, Jesus.  Listen to our prayers, listen to our hearts.  

This is the music I’ve been listening to over the course of this week that has helped me praise our Lord and worship Him.  I hope it is helpful to you as well.  Please, please link some of your favorites in the comments!  I love new music to listen to.

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You Still Have To Work For It . . .

About a year ago, I watched a movie called Son of God.  It was good.  Maybe you’ve seen it.  Towards the beginning of the movie, Jesus is talking to Peter on the Sea of Galilee.  He was urging him to go fishing, but Peter kept insisting there were no fish.  Jesus continued to talk, telling Peter basically trust him.  Finally, Peter threw the net in the water, expecting nothing to happen, but it did.  He pulled in net after net of fish, until he finally fell back against the mast of the boat, out of breath from the exertion of the haul.

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Being Thankful, Drawing Closer . . .

I was at church this past Sunday night, and my pastor said something I’ve heard said a zillion other times, but never really let it sink in . . . Jesus died on that cross for you, and if it had been only for you, he would have still done it.

I’m not sure the reason, but it sat there with me this time, resonating in the silence of the building, only the pastor’s voice being heard.  If it were only one of us, only me, or only you, he still would have taken that beating, that bloody, gruesome, painful death.  For only one of us.

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The Day God Took Away My Nice . . .

What kind of title is that?  I know you must be wondering.  So, here, I’m about to fill you in.

Have you ever done one of those spiritual gift tests?  I have.  Many times actually.  Maybe just to see what I already knew, maybe just sheer curiosity to see if it was something different.  But, the outcome, as I suspected, was always Mercy.  My number one spiritual gift is mercy.  And I do it well.  I let it define me.  I smile, I care about people, I cry when people are ugly or mean to other people.  I try very hard to step up and help if I can.  I genuinely love the human race and most of the people it.  I am nice, like nice to a fault.  I very rarely say no to anyone, I try to help when and where I can.  I volunteer for things, kids and animals flock to me like the modern day pied piper or Snow White.  You get it, I’m just a generally nice person.  And, I like it.

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When Nothing Goes Your Way . . .

This morning was a morning of Unsatisfactory Everything for me.  The kids wouldn’t get up and get going, nobody could find the shoes I wanted for one of the babies, cars couldn’t seem to pull out into traffic at a reasonable rate (hello road rage), I called my husband to talk things out, looking for a little redemption or maybe just some comfort and he seemed too busy to talk to me . . . On and on and on it seemed to go.  I felt that anxious struggle for breath I feel when the world seems to be weighing in a little extra heavily as it sometimes does.  So, I breathe and turn the radio up—drown out my worries for my last few minutes of alone time before I get to work and start on today’s newest projects.

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