Being the child of a pro-love activist, part of a family on a mission to pray together for an abortion doctor by name, Isaac had long been brainstorming possible solutions to abortion in his own heart and mind. He really wanted to find a way to convince the Doctor to stop choosing abortion.
We were all once small as a spark, weak and brand new. Through no choice of our own we came into existence in a womb. We were all carried by our mothers. At that time, I wondered many things about my baby. Was this the brother Isaac had prayed for? Or another daughter? And if this were a son, could he possibly be that young man I saw in an unforgettable dream?
It was this boy who sought God so faithfully for the Doctor that was urging me onward. “Mom, we should pray every day. Can we pray every day?” All of the reasons going to the abortion clinic every day seemed impossible, crazy exhausting (especially now that I was pregnant) and unreasonable flooded my mind, yet I didn’t want to discourage Isaac’s eager heart.
I’m preparing to unpack a journey that I have been holding on to for years, and it was many more years ago that it started unfolding. It’s a story of a fight for LIFE that I’m still in the middle of. It’s a fight we are all in the middle of whether we realize it … Continue reading Dear Abortion Doctor – A Big, Beautiful Birth Story (Introduction)
Call me a dreamer, but I have awoken with a belief that true human equality should begin when a human’s measurable life begins, at conception. We can build a society that no longer obligates and encourages medical professionals to wield instruments to inflict death within a woman’s womb, by extending legal protection to the preborn, the hidden people group. Call me a dreamer, but I look expectantly for the day when we seek to gather and acknowledge all the tears. They speak louder than all my words and dreams could dare to. The tears help us find the courage to heal, the courage to reach out to all trapped by the lie that abortion is a solution. I will not be content to abandon a single soul captive to abortion. Call me a dreamer, but I believe that we can, and we will, begin to build a pro-love society—one choice at a time.
The three dreams that make up The Axe. The Window. The Board. were different. Over the course of my fourth pregnancy, carrying my daughter Lily, I had all three. They shocked me to silence. I didn't know what to do with them. I felt they were significant but I also felt a weight of shame that I had even dreamed them. I knew they fit together, but I didn't see how. I couldn't forget them. I pondered these dreams and wrote them down. Years were spent pondering and praying, then, pondering and praying about these dreams some more. I couldn't let them go because as you read you will see that there is much more reality to them than fiction.
November 9, 2016 During the 40 Days for Life a common question was asked by many who came to pray. How busy is this place? To tell you the truth I didn't know exactly. All I could tell them was that the parking lot was full and overflowing every day surgical abortions are offered. I … Continue reading A Time To Heal / Abortion Grand Rapids, Michigan