Those Graphic Pictures of Abortion Made Me Pro-Life

I remember growing up in a southern baptist church  and I was more than just a Sunday attender. Anytime the doors were open I was there until through middle school and then I started going to a non-denominational church and Lutheran church (different youth group activities) in high school. I knew what abortion was, that they terminated a pregnancy, but I had no idea how they did it. I remember telling people "I would never have an abortion, but I could see why other people might do it."

My sophomore year of college at Florida Atlantic University there was a big commotion on the free speech lawn. All these huge banners were everywhere with pictures of bloody mini body parts over quarters and dimes. I remember standing there in awe. I couldn't' believe they were allowed to put this up, but moreover, I couldn't believe that this had been done. These tiny hands and feet and faces ripped into pieces. It broke my heart. I wanted to know who would do this and why? Reading a pamphlet they handed out this wasn't what I thought. See I thought maybe this was some injustice being done on the other side of the world in some poor savage country... but it wasn't. It was right here in the US this happens and it's called abortion. See it was the first time I learned that ending a pregnancy ended a baby. My churches never taught me and I wish I could tell you why it was never preached on. My family never talked about it but I think it is because they all knew it was wrong and maybe assumed I did too, I don't know. What I do know is the clicking of this is nothing someone had to explain to me. These parts were parts of babies and babies are precious. There is no good reason to rip them apart.

The pictures of these babies now break my heart. It breaks my heart that we aren't saving them. That we aren't supporting these women who are pregnant and loving them and caring for them and taking them in and providing for them but leaving them to deal with it on their own and that these women many times in desperation turn to this. For some it's out of fear: fear of a baby ruining their life, their finances, their dreams, but when we did we become a culture that allowed child sacrifice for the sake of fear.

I now see my logic of "I would never have one but you can" is terrible. Can you imagine if people started saying "I would never kill my wife but I would never stop someone else from doing it." Or " I would never kill my newborn but I wouldn't stop you from doing it." It is a statement of apathy. Of a willingness to be relative so that we don't offend anyone. Unfortunately, murder is offensive and life is the first inalienable right. Abortion kills a baby and wounds a woman, I wouldn't do it and I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone else no matter the circumstances.

In December of last year a friend on Facebook posted that an abortion clinic was coming to Osceola County. In March exactly where it was going became the forefront of knowledge and while at lunch at a local restaurant my husband and I learned about a city commission meeting coming up regarding this. I sat as we listened to Mayor Swan promise that there was nothing they could do, but if they could they would. I listened as doctors and citizens young and old shared with the commission that Kissimmee is a place for family and that this was not going to grow family. In the past several months I've found myself outside of the proposed site of Planned Parenthood Kissimmee overwhelmed with what could go on this building if we can't stop them.

Now as I stand and pray outside of 610 Oak Commons in Kissimmee FL I picture those banners from my sophomore year. I picture those babies being torn apart. I picture those moms coming looking for answers and 93.8% of these babies dying (according to PPGO annual report from 2012).Those opposed think I'm not for women and their rights but I am. I'm for women, I'm for babies. I'm for life. Our women deserve better than this. Our children deserve better than this.

Please friends be praying as the next few weeks are very important in our fight to stop Planned Parenthood. Please come to the City Commission Meeting at City Hall on Tuesday June 17th at 6 pm to ask the city to join us in coming up with alternatives to abortion.

Some might think I'm fanatical about this, but this is life or death for these babies. It's not just a cause to ask you to donate to but rather I'm asking you to just pray. Pray that we can save the babies and support the mothers.  I would hope that someone would fight for me and my life and the life of my child. I'm thankful my mom chose life and I pray that I can help other mommies choose life. If your pregnant and you don't want your baby please let me help you. Please let me care for your child or find someone who you feel comfortable with. Please let me help connect you to people who can help you like the JMJ pregnancy center or another in your area. Please let me pray for you and please know that your not alone.

Below is how they abortion a 23 week old baby. This is shocking to me, and heart breaking. Perhaps if more knew how they did it, more people would be Pro-Life.

It's a matter of life and death.

Death has been all around me.

3 patients have died in the last few weeks. They each were sweet, and had I known my last visit with them was the last I would have spent more time. I would have prayed with them. I would have encouraged them that God loves them and shared with them the gospel. It's easy to look back and say I would have done this or that, and too often I miss opportunities because of desire to stay on time, to try and make sure I get lunch or leave close to on time, and to meet the demands of a  busy work day.

3 patients this past few weeks I signed up for hospice. Cancer. Chronic severe disease. It's admitting that there is nothing more I can do, nothing more that I can treat. The understanding of reaching the line of everything I can do for the patient... to cross over would be to start doing things to the patient. I share the hope of hospice, the gift of dying with dignity and truth of what hospice is and is not.

I listen on the phone as a loved one shares with me the heartbreak of loosing her love. I listen on the phone as a close friend shares the fears of her dad's recent medical diagnosis.

All of these people precious. All of the people I'm praying for their souls that God would have mercy on them, but my heart breaks, for the babies that are going to die in Kissimmee Florida if Planned Parenthood has their way, and opens their mega-center. It breaks my heart that millions of babies have died at the hands of abortionists.  It breaks my heart women don't feel supported to keep their children, and that death is what they choose. These babies we are praying for, these babies we hope to save both in Kissimmee and all over the world are babies that are a beautiful creation. They are miracles because babies aren't made like baking a cake- you don't put the ingredients in the oven and wait for the timer to go off. These babies are just that: babies, not just cells or tissue or a fertilized egg. It's a baby. A beautiful baby.

I can't stop the death of my patients when they are sick past what we can take care of currently with where we have progressed. I can pray that science would continue to progress and that new cures and treatments are found, but I can't stop death of these people. I can however educate moms and help them. I can help stop abortion from being the option for approximately 5000 babies a day. I can work hard, I can pray, I can give it all my spare time, talent and treasure and I can save lives simply by awareness. I can't do it alone. Please join me. Please pray with me. Please protect these lives and help these mothers. Please be willing to take in the children when their mother can't care for them. please be willing to babysit for the single mom when you can, offer food and clothes. Please stand for these babies who can't stand for themselves.

Please. These children need you and it's a matter of life and death.