cry

It doesn’t happen often that I can’t sleep. As I tried and tried to just settle my mind, I just felt an overwhelming urge to cry, let my emotions spill out and relieve the stress I was feeling. It had been a pretty rough week hearing stories of lives lost to abortion, healing so desperately being sought out, by some, complete calloused denial for others. The bright spot in the week was the Loving Life luncheon with a room of 30 kind, caring and loving individuals who have a deep desire to help bring a movement of reconciliation to our little county of Yamhill, Oregon. What an answer to prayer!
As I prayed through it and asked God what “THAT” was all about, there was an overwhelming sense that that very night 32 years ago, August 15th, that I became pregnant with our first child, our daughter which we only months later chose to end her life through abortion. It’s funny how our soul has such a memory that almost seems to be a part of our inner life record, almost becoming part of our DNA until it comes to a point of reconciliation. So, as I slipped out from under the bed sheets next to my fast-asleep hubby, glancing at the illuminated clock face with a time of 11:37 p.m. I grabbed my note pad wandered down the dark hallway to the quiet living room turned on the dimmer switch light, plopped down on the comfy leather sofa, propping the pillows underneath me, this is what came forth.
How can it be that we have strayed so incredibly far from the image we were created to [...]