Change a Law or Change a Life...Is There A Better Way to Spend Big Dollars?

This week marked the anniversary of Roe V. Wade. Abortion is a topic that seems to divide our nation, even dividing families and friends.  I hear much about the need to overturn this decision in our court system.  Many people voted for our current president because he stated he was pro-life.  That fit their desire to have a pro-life president in hopes of overturning this law.  My view this week is a different view.  Why do we need to overturn this law? I am sure many have valid reasons and may decide to educate me on them.  

My thought is this.  Alcohol is illegal for people under the age of 21.  That didn't stop me from consuming alcohol, I began to drink at the age of 13.  Speeding is illegal but people do it all the time.  Think about it.  What would make more of an impact, making abortion illegal or educating the women facing the choice?  When I say educate, I mean true education, medical, scientific and psychological. All sides of the issue.  Post Abortion Syndrome was never discussed with me at either of the abortion clinics I went to. No discussion about emotional baggage or PTSD.  There was no discussion about risks and complications.  There were people who held up signs at one of them about abortion being murder, which did nothing to educate me.  It just made me think they were radical and angry. I was numb to them.

What would be different if the pro-life movement spent more money in local communities? Providing resources for pregnancy resource centers and educating women with good unbiased information.  I am not sure but I think it would matter.  I think women are smart.  We need good information to make good choices.  There should be pregnancy resource centers in every area.   They should be as well funded as Planned Parenthood. Then there could be more counselors, nurses, and doctors doing the educating.  There could be more connecting women who don’t want children but are carrying one, with women who can’t have them but desperately desire a child.   The possibilities are endless.

When demand drops, supply lessens.  That is simple economics.  Yet too often this issue of abortion is tied to dollars.  Politicians come and go, the question I am raising is where is the most impact going to be felt?  Changing the law or educating and helping the women affected by the law? 

I love people on both sides of this discussion. Many women would carry their babies if they knew they had the money to do so. Some would place for adoption some would parent.  Seeing all the people at this year’s march, made me think.  Many of my friends who go to Washington are active in their local communities if there is a pregnancy resource center there.  Imagine if each person at the march this year all did help one woman in an unplanned pregnancy, what an impact on our nation that would be. 

 

 

 

Change a Law or Change a Life...Is There A Better Way to Spend Big Dollars?

This week marked the anniversary of Roe V. Wade. Abortion is a topic that seems to divide our nation, even dividing families and friends.  I hear much about the need to overturn this decision in our court system.  Many people voted for our current president because he stated he was pro-life.  That fit their desire to have a pro-life president in hopes of overturning this law.  My view this week is a different view.  Why do we need to overturn this law? I am sure many have valid reasons and may decide to educate me on them.  

My thought is this.  Alcohol is illegal for people under the age of 21.  That didn't stop me from consuming alcohol, I began to drink at the age of 13.  Speeding is illegal but people do it all the time.  Think about it.  What would make more of an impact, making abortion illegal or educating the women facing the choice?  When I say educate, I mean true education, medical, scientific and psychological. All sides of the issue.  Post Abortion Syndrome was never discussed with me at either of the abortion clinics I went to. No discussion about emotional baggage or PTSD.  There was no discussion about risks and complications.  There were people who held up signs at one of them about abortion being murder, which did nothing to educate me.  It just made me think they were radical and angry. I was numb to them.

What would be different if the pro-life movement spent more money in local communities? Providing resources for pregnancy resource centers and educating women with good unbiased information.  I am not sure but I think it would matter.  I think women are smart.  We need good information to make good choices.  There should be pregnancy resource centers in every area.   They should be as well funded as Planned Parenthood. Then there could be more counselors, nurses, and doctors doing the educating.  There could be more connecting women who don’t want children but are carrying one, with women who can’t have them but desperately desire a child.   The possibilities are endless.

When demand drops, supply lessens.  That is simple economics.  Yet too often this issue of abortion is tied to dollars.  Politicians come and go, the question I am raising is where is the most impact going to be felt?  Changing the law or educating and helping the women affected by the law? 

I love people on both sides of this discussion. Many women would carry their babies if they knew they had the money to do so. Some would place for adoption some would parent.  Seeing all the people at this year’s march, made me think.  Many of my friends who go to Washington are active in their local communities if there is a pregnancy resource center there.  Imagine if each person at the march this year all did help one woman in an unplanned pregnancy, what an impact on our nation that would be. 

 

 

 

Dark Places, Familiar Faces

Someone told me once that I didn’t write because I didn’t want to go where writing would take me. I thought they were wrong, but in truth they were right. Darkness is ugly and the truth often hurts, why does anyone want to go there, why would anyone need to go there? For some of us we have to go there to face the truth about our pasts in order to clear out confusion and chaos. Sometimes as children the truth hurts so bad, you have no mechanism to deal with or process the truth so you unconsciously cover the truth with lies. As children we want to believe that our parents care for us, we want to believe that the world is a good place and good people win. Reality says ….not always and sometimes…not so much. C.S. Lewis said, “If you think of this world as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable. Think of it as a place of training and correction and it’s not so bad”. In my life (disclaimer..this is real and raw), I remember a time when I thought, “I couldn’t be being abused because my parents love me and they would never let that happen”. I was in my teens and I remember almost coming unglued at that point, because I couldn’t wrap my mind around the truth. Then it went away, somewhere deep and would rear it’s ugly head at the most inconvenient times later in life. Like, when I saw a persons name who abused me, or when I felt safe and secure, or the most out of control. Circumstances have occurred recently that have allowed me to see the reality of what I have dealt with or not dealt with my whole life…..things happened, my childhood was twisted, my family relationships were twisted, this caused other relationships to twist, dark places in my mind are filled with familiar faces. Those faces have haunted me for years. I have tried to lay them down, give them to God, begged Him to put the pieces together, all the while not really wanting to see what it looks like when the pieces are put together. I have ran from the truth because it hurts, it stings, it burns and it cuts deeper than I can say. People who love me have thought I should be healed by now, I should be free, Christians think I am not where I need to be in my walk with God because I have to look back and going back is ugly, it brings out the worst in me. It causes me to be hard and angry and feel things that I would rather not feel, it causes me to retreat, pull in and pull back when I am dealing with something because the pain and anger can be so intense at times. I may respond to things using old coping mechanisms or say things in a way that I normally wouldn’t. My story with my family is not one of those that ends with a happily ever after…..it just ends. I had to let go of the fact that I wanted a happy ending a few years ago because the reality is we don’t all get happy endings and those who think because we serve God, we get one, don’t fully understand Christ and suffering, in my mind. Dark places being filled with familiar faces is a tragedy that happens more than we like to admit, bringing Christ into those dark places doesn’t change the darkness, Christ heals, darkness wounds. Healing doesn’t mean restored relationships or a better outcome, healing means facing fully the depth of the darkness and not allowing the dark, to continue to dictate what happens in the light. Familiar faces in dark places will not be the death of me……it will inspire me to live more fully, laugh louder and more often, walk in true love and not waste anymore time longing for love from people so toxic that the very air around them reeks with agony.

Freedom Calling

There are times when my heart feels so heavy, Like the hurt that’s inside has nowhere to go. Then my Savior reaches down and exposes those wounds way down deep in my soul. He reminds me of how much He loves me, How he bled and died on that tree. To free me from chains that would bind me, Because Satan doesn’t want me free. The blood of Jesus covers me, Where I have been and what’s been done to me It is there that the demons try to slay me But I know Christ has won the victory. In this fallen world that we live in there are days I find it hard to see those are days my Lord will remind me The blood of Jesus was shed for me. My sword must be drawn, the full armor of God on This battle is not for the weak I am learning how to fight ecause His face is what I seek. When I see Him it will no longer matter His presence is more than enough to smooth out all the rough edges and rest fully immersed in His love