A Sad Day in History

Forty years ago today, Roe v. Wade was established.  On that day, the lives of 54 million people was determined, including my own child.

As a young, single, mother of two small children, I found myself in a crisis pregnancy.  The only option I was given at the time was to have an abortion.  I believed, like so many others, that since our own government said it was safe, it was a decision that I could live with.  I was wrong.

Although, I have come to a place of restitution with my decision to have an abortion, it's still one that I will regret for the rest of my life.

My passion for the work that I do stems from that fateful day 25 years ago when I walked into a Planned Parenthood Clinic and allowed the doctor and nurses to take the life of my own child.  They never asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted to do.  They never told me my child was anything more than a "blog of tissue".  They only said there was nothing wrong with this decision and it would not affect me in any way.  They lied.  Immediately following my abortion, from the very moment I slid off the table, my life has never been the same.

Of the millions who've lost their lives since abortion became legal, how many doctors, politicians, teachers, parents, firefighters, military or policemen have we lost that could have had a positive impact on this country? 

Maybe the man or woman who would have cured breast cancer, the politician who could have made a real difference in the world, the firefighter or policeman who could have saved the life of a child or the teacher who would have instilled greatness in a child who had no hope are among those that have perished?  So many lives snuffed out that that will never be heard from again.

I believe in a woman's right to choose, I really do.  But, she deserves to know all the facts.  When Roe v. Wade was legalized, it should have also been mandatory that every woman making that decision had to view an ultrasoiund of her child BEFORE she made that final determination. 

There is NO doubt in my mind that had I been able to see an ultrasound of my baby at 6 weeks, I would have heard and seen my child's heartbeat and realized he was alive.  That one act could have saved my child's life.

Today is not a day to celebrate, but one to mourn.

Happy New Year!

It's 2013.  The older I get, the faster the years seem to pass by.  Why is that?  When we're younger, the days drag on forever. It feels like just yesterday I was celebrating 2010.

A new year.  People are busy making new resolutions, vowing to change, promising themselves that this year is going to be "the best"!  All of those things aren't necessarily bad, however,  a calendar's date changing doesn't mean we won't have the tendency to fall into some of the same bad habits.

I don't know about you, but I was determined to make some changes before the clock struck midnight on December 31st, 2012.  One of those changes was fairly significant and life altering.  My goal was to begin 2013 on a positive note, rather than wait for a ball to drop before accomplishing something.

Towards the end of 2012, I started cooking classes (I need to learn more than 5 signature dishes!), I began a fantastic new work out program that I love, disciplined myself to keep my daily devotions schedule and refused to allow stress to dictate how I live my life.

I also took a long, hard look at myself and found a few things that called for some adjustment.  Still, all in all, I realized I'm pretty pleased with who I am.

By the time December came along, I was ready to get 2012 over with. The beginning of 2012 began with a relationship ending. Something I definitely didn't see coming. Or did I?  There are certain behaviors that I can't and won't compromise in a committed, monogamous relationship.  Don't get me wrong.  I have no problem with forgiving others.  None.  As a matter of fact, I'll even forgive for the same offense more than once.  But, when a person continues the same destructive behaviors over and over again, it's a fairly good indication that it is what it is, it's not likely going to change and so it becomes decision time.  During the past year, I've been continually reminded by his actions that I made the right decision by ending the relationship.  To some degree, I may still be licking my wounds, but everyday I grow stronger, wiser, more determined and content.  I wish him well, but he was definitely not the man God has for me.  Most definitely.

So, now it's a new year filled with new beginnings and adventures.  I've got my family, health, work that I love and great friends I'm blessed to share my life with.

I welcome you 2013. Lets get it on:)