We had been been swept up in an overwhelming love story. My baby and I had stood in a place to testify to that truth and it had washed over us. My heart longed to hold in my hands the hope I had held in my heart, to lay eyes on the gift the Lord had knit together in love for our family. Yet, I knew the most painfully beautiful challenge was ahead for us both. Giving birth for me. Being born for him.
The week before Christmas at the clinic was especially hard. I don’t know why I held this hope that there would be less abortion, but I did. Here this day, it was likely that twenty five babies had been ushered into the arms of The Christmas Baby.
When I arrived to pray last week, the flag that flew a couple feet away from the abortion clinic struck me. I had never seen it lowered before! Immediately I thought, "Someone died." This was the end of the day and end of abortions here this week. Many had died in the shadow of the … Continue reading The Flag Lowered for Justice Scalia
At one point in the morning the cackle of a regular heckler came from a passing car window, “AHHHHH HAAAA! YOU WILL NEVER WIN!” He grinned out at me. This time I was particularly amused at his jab. (Hey, it was more kind spirited than his usual cursing.)
My surprising call to continue to stand in prayer every day the clinic was open for business didn’t end with the Fall 2015 40 Days for Life Campaign (Part 2 of A Very Long 40 Days coming soon.) Fueled by a love letter I had written four years ago, I stood seeking God’s will delivering this … Continue reading A Love Letter / 40 Days for Life
40 Days for Life is an organized prayer movement, mobilizing God’s people to storm heavens gates in unity. In over 273 cities, in 23 countries, (in some locations biannually), believers are responding to abortion by seeking God’s face, fasting and showing up outside the places where death intentionally invades the womb to end life, local … Continue reading “Hearts” All In / Part 1 of A Long 40 Days
There is a garden where the collective unites, Acting out betrayal, Kissing the face of Christ, for a purse full of coins. Here our rejection of life, on parade, A morbid procession, Darkness through day, never ending. It is here that I hear his gentle whisper, “Will you keep watch with me?” … Continue reading An Invitation to the Garden