Good Morning Beautiful People …..
This morning I awoke to some horrifying thoughts. I’m almost
too scared to type them.
Before I share them with you let me tell you about my
weekend thus far.
On Saturday I attended the Maine
Right to Life's annual "Hands Around the Capitol" pro-life rally in
Augusta, Maine. It was so nice to see
many government officials there including our governor. Then as a group we
walked from St. Michael's auditorium to the Capitol building where we joined
hands and listened as bells tolled 42 times for over 57 million killed by
abortion. The sign I held read Abortion
stops a beating heart. A car drove by and I heard a voice shout Land of
the Free. Hmmm..
Yesterday being Sanctity of Life
Sunday, I quietly stood with many others on Main Street here in my hometown as
I held a sign that said Life is A Beautiful Choice sponsored by the Pregnancy
Care Center here in Presque Isle, Maine.
It has been several months now I
had a dream of a pair of flat black boots. In this dream I saw footprints
underneath of the boots as they were sitting by my kitchen door. I didn’t think
too much of the dream although it did seem quite significant. In reality my
sister did give me a pair of flat black boots several years ago just like the
pair in the dream and I wear them on occasion. They always reminded me of army
boots and I am a woman that likes heels on all my footwear really (sorry
sister). However, I can’t tell you the
feeling that came over me and the quick remembrance of the dream of those boots
as I quickly put them on to walk from the rally to the State Capitol on
Saturday. The same remembrance of the dream of the black boots came to the
forefront of my mind as I hurriedly put the boots on to stand with others on
Maine’s icy sidewalk yesterday.
Both days were very cold and
although I dressed warm I couldn’t help but find myself praying for the
coldness of the human hearts that legalized abortion. As tears streamed down my
face I thought about the selfishness of mankind. How sometimes we choose the
easy road not thinking of the unborn child’s life. I wept for my own aborted son Jeremiah, my
baby without a voice. I found myself praying for more media coverage, movies,
radio, television, streaming audio and every form of communication to bring the
truth to America once again and all across this globe.
Now this brings me to those
horrifying thoughts of my morning. Today, we remember the life of Martin Luther
King Jr. He was a man that made great strides in our nation and today we honor
him. What if his mother had chosen not to have him? Where would our country be
today? What about the reader today reading this post, what if your mother chose
to abort you? Do you value your life? Then please value the life of the unborn,
the baby without a voice. Speak out for Life.
God we repent for the millions of
babies aborted here in America. We repent of the many girls and women that have
come to America for an abortion. Today,
we ask you to expand the territory so truth can be proclaimed. Life matters and
today we speak out for the unborn. Can they be free too in this land that
claims to know you? America Land of the
Free …Hmmmm
Lord just as you used Martin
Luther Jr. and the dream you placed inside his heart that he was willing to die
for, may many today step out and take the next step in proclaiming the truth.
