Scrolling through my Facebook feed, I notice a few posts about abortionist Kermit Gosnell and how he's on trial for things that I can't even type. The little snippets I see of these posts make me feel literally sick. I want to click on the link, get informed and know what's going on, but being informed comes with a price. Sometimes the truth makes your stomach turn, your heart ache and it gives you that feeling of helplessness, like you want to do something but you don't even know where to begin.
I go ahead and click, read a little further and then stop. My week old baby is in my arms and I can hear her peacefully breathing in and out. It's a lot to see how perfect she is, to know that every child is created perfectly and then to read about the horrible things that man did.
There are certain things that I believe with my whole heart, beliefs that I'd shout from the roof tops for the whole world to hear. I'm Pro-Life. I believe that every single child, regardless of how he or she was conceived is a gift, a blessing and every child deserves to have a future. There are no gray areas.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
I could write about what he did and how awful it is, but instead I want to simply throw out the question of "What gets you fired up? And then what do you do about it?" We are amazing women and we were designed to have feelings, emotions, plans and we all have a purpose. When I read things like this, I believe that we all have a voice that can be heard and we can all make a small difference.We were not created to be numb, but instead to feel and then create change.
Normally I don't blog about controversial topics, but I'm feeling more called out to write about what makes my heart tick. It's scary you know, to go places where not everyone agrees, but this stuff matters and more and more, I realize there isn't space for "gray" areas. These things, like sweet innocent babies give me that shaky I-need-to-make-a-difference feeling. Are you with me? What makes you feel that way?
As I walked through Target today, there was a woman shopping with her son who has Down Syndrome. I heard her telling him that he makes everything more difficult. It wasn't kind and I'm guilty of saying things that aren't kind also. I nag my kids, I say "no" more than I should, I'm a mess most days, but I can try and you can try also.
I challenge you, whoever you are, to be extra kind for the rest of your day. I'm going to try extra hard and then I'm going to figure out what I can do to make a difference about these things that make my heart beat fast. These things that get our blood pumping--- they pull at us for a reason.