Saturday, March 31, 2012

not mine but God's story...

A few weeks ago, I performed a monologue for our dessert night at Life Choices Center were I volunteer. This is my story about the abortion that I had over 20 years ago and how God sought after me.


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

On The Radio...

Oh, its been a long time...again, since I've put my fingers to this key pad. I have a lot of things floating around in this mind of mine but I can't seem to reconnect to the web world. I still read many of my blogging friends thoughts, but never leave a comment. Can I still call you my "blogging friend?"

I've been busy with our abortion recovery ministry at the local CPC and God has been opening doors for me to share my story (God's Story), plus sharing His Word in other areas of my life. Oh, and our daughter,Sydney is planning her wedding for May 2013. Now that a whole blogging session in it self.

Which leads me to inviting you to listen in on a live interview over a CWA radio tomorrow, Thursday, February 23 at 11:00am. A dear friend of mine, Lisa Shaw, is hosting her own radio show 'The Whole Woman' and has asked me to share how God sustained me during and after my mother's tragic death.

So meet with us tomorrow at 11:00am! ( click on the link above).

No promises, but I'll try to be better at getting back to sharing 'not mine but God's Story.


Saturday, January 21, 2012

Sanctitiy of Human Life...will your pastor be talking

Every week I have the opportunity to meet with women who might be facing an unplanned pregnancy. Let me be honest, it isn’t easy sitting across from a young lady who has already voiced that if she is pregnant, she will be getting an abortion. It seems to be an easy solution in a moment of uncertainty, not realize the destruction that will take place. As I sit across from her, this one thought keeps coming to me; if I can only connect with her then maybe she’ll change her mind. She doesn’t know that I’m praying, asking God to give me an opening so that I can share my story (God’s Story) with her.

As I think back on the day that I went to the clinic, the only life I saw was my own. I wanted to live. I had things to do, and people to see, just like her. My career has a dance teacher was growing and I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything get in my way. It was my life I wanted to save. It sounds pretty callous, but it always is when we look at ourselves. The abortion, I was told, promised to give me freedom but instead it held me captive. The nurse called it a procedure, as if I were having a mole removed.

We both sat there, making small talk, as she was waiting for the results. Within minutes the answer was clear. The test showed two lines, the test was positive. The room filled with a sort of awkwardness, as we both stared at the lines. That’s when I felt the familiar lump in my throat, and asks “How are you feeling?” The minute that rolled off my tongue I thought, “How are you feeling? You know exactly how she’s feeling. She is scared, confused and she has to make a decision on which life to save.”

Which life to save…. in the last 38 years every child that’s been born is a survivor. Every child that we see on the playground, in the mall or holding hands with a parent has been giving the opportunity to experience life. I know for some of you, abortion never crossed your mind but the fact is 50,000,000 babies have lost their lives to this question “Which life do I save?”

On January 22, we have an opportunity to speak out for the Sanctity of Human Life. I believe God wants us to speak the truth. The truth can be spoken with compassion and conviction. Jesus did, with the woman at the well. On Sunday, some churches will do all they can to bring awareness of how abortion has and is affecting us, while others will skim the surface hoping not to bring to much attention to a very controversial issue and I’m sad to say, there will even be churches that won’t mention “it” at all.