Empowered

 

I didn’t feel empowered when I walked into that old converted house in Richmond.

I didn’t feel empowered when I was educated that abortion was safer than child birth.

I didn’t feel empowered when I was counseled to continue the process in spite of my reservations.

I didn’t feel empowered when I was given a sedative to take the edge off.

I didn’t feel empowered when I sat in a tiny room with a dozen other broken women waiting for our turn.

I didn’t feel empowered when I was herded into a procedure room.

I didn’t feel empowered when I was hurried out to recover.

I didn’t feel empowered when I drove away bleeding.

I didn’t feel empowered when counterfeit love couldn’t bear the weight of loss.

I didn’t feel empowered alone with my secret.

84% of post abortive women felt they had no option. No power to choose.

Abortion doesn’t empower. It steals. It robs. It abuses.

Real power came when I found forgiveness and healing in Jesus Christ (Acts 1:8).

By His grace, a loving husband and subsequent pregnancies followed.

The most empowering moments of my life can be found in newness of life.

Redemption. Child birth.

I will be a voice for the unborn. I will be a voice for women.

#whywemarch

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I hate adoption.

Adoption happens because of broken relationships…broken pasts, broken hearts. Adoption isn’t always pretty. It is hard to pursue someone when they are difficult, angry, messy. Even as the pursuer, I am difficult, angry, messy. I am broken yet by grace, I am made whole. I am redeemed. Adoption is worth it. Even in its brokenness and ugliness. My child is worth it. Because adoption is about redemption. God is making all things new.

Kristianna Noelle

We hear all about the adoptive parents side– how challenging it is, how difficult it is to raise traumatized children, but we never hear from the adoptive siblings point of view.  All my life I have heard of what incredible parents I have (and I do), but never once has someone told me what an “incredible job” I have done or what my thoughts were on having adopted siblings.  Mainly, because I was just a kid when it all begin.  I understand that, and that’s okay.  But I’d like to share my honest opinion on adoption.

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When I was seven my parents started down the road of adoption, I was elated, so overwhelmed with excitement at the fact that I was going to have a new sister or brother.  I remember meeting them for the first time, and they felt like family.  We got along and we were happy.  Until the…

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Falling

The breeze is blowing the sound of rustling leaves and the feel of autumn air in through my opened windows.

The day’s frustrations lead me to imagine myself being lifted by those same winds away into the brilliant blue sky.

Another thought knocks at my brain, and the soaring is replaced by falling. Discarded. Broken. Dead leaves scattered on the ground.

Weeks before those new leaves were big, bright green and beautiful. Strong against the summer thunderstorm.

Now, the leaves have been cut off. The veins through which nourishment flowed have been blocked. The productive green has retreated.

Some will show magnificent color before their final fall to the ground. Some will simply dry and crumple.

A waste. A lot of energy to grow and to produce, then simply drop. Simply fall.

However, in their disconnect and descent, the leaves protect the tree as a whole from winter’s harshness. In their scattered litter, decomposition fertilizes the ground.

Purposeful, then, even in their fall.

My frustrations. Brittle and dry. Not my dreamy ideals.

Missteps and selfishness litter the path of motherhood.

The fall from who I want to become as I strive to follow Christ.

With Him, there is no waste. For He redeems it all. All for His glory.

The Fall is not without the hope and the promise of Spring.

Ephesians 1:7-10
In Him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.

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LEGO-Maniac

I thought I heard a mouse. The other night. In the ceiling. Of our bedroom. (Insert shiver down your spine). Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. As I listened more carefully, I realized it was the sound of Timothy rifling through LEGO bricks. It was nearly 11:00 PM.

Timothy is fourteen, and his love for LEGO has not waned since his first set of Duplo blocks received as a toddler. The LEGO instruction books were put away long ago, and out of his own imagination and ingenuity have come some pretty awesome airplanes, motor cycles, cars and action heroes.

He has even brought his creations and structures to life by using his digital camera to create stop motion videos. Scenes emerge and stories are told from this tiny world of clicked together blocks.

Timothy gets his love of LEGO from Todd who was a LEGO-Maniac, too. Certainly, not from me. I am truly amazed by what these two can put together from what looks like a jumble of different colored and varying size bricks.

Honestly, I often look at these LEGO piles as a “mess” with no rhyme nor reason. A hazard to avoid stepping on or the source of that rattling sound as another minuscule piece is sucked up by the vacuum.

Yet out of the chaos of a Rubbermaid tub of LEGO comes order, structure, function and beauty. In the right hands, those LEGOs become something I couldn’t even imagine or dream up.

My life has been full of experiences and circumstances. Pieces piled together. Some in my control, some out of it. Some good, some bad. Some the result of my sin, some from someone else’s. There has been sorrow and joy.

Sometimes it feels like life can be a jumbled up mess. But in the right hands, the hands of the Master, there is hope, redemption, and that is truly beautiful.

Romans 8:28
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Excerpt from Isaiah 61:3
…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes…

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LEGO Crown.
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