Why the "Choice" Platform is Crap...

In our hometown this past weekend (during Forty Days for Life) a mother was seen dragging her kicking and screaming daughter into an abortion clinic against her will. Thankfully, the police were called and the young woman is receiving counsel from people who are actually concerned about the life of her child, herself and the baby’s father.

Since life isn’t violent enough in the world a soon to be grandmother is trying to force her daughter to kill her own grandchild and people want to simply call it a “choice.” Well, it sure as hell isn’t the pregnant mother’s choice. So just who is it that gets a say in whether a child is brutally aborted from her mother’s womb these days?

Women have abortions against their will all the time, all over the world...

-Pedophiles' crimes are covered up by forced abortions...

-Women who are raped by their fathers and their brothers are covered up by forced abortions...

-Women who want to keep their babies and are emotionally manipulated to abort by their parents, their grandparents, the baby's fathers, against their wills can also be considered "forced" abortions...

-Men kill women who are pregnant with their babies when women will not abort their babies...

-There is undercover documentation of Planned Parenthood ignoring these facts and going ahead with scheduled abortions that clearly are against the law and undermine “a woman’s choice.”

And for anyone who says feminists are for "choice" they do not know what it means to be an authentic feminist...

The authentic feminist is pro-life because she is concerned with the rights of all women (born and unborn.)

The authentic feminist stands for justice and truth and acknowledges that her body ends where her baby's body begins...

Abortion is violent.

Abortion produces violence.

There is no justice in abortion.

Once we know the horror of abortion we can no longer turn our heads or remain silent about it.

If the majority of women regret their abortions who are the people that are pushing so hard to keep them available and what is their motive? Is it "choice" or simply a money making entity?

"Silent No More" women and men will ultimately help overturn Roe vs. Wade in our country as they share how their "choice" shattered their hopes and dreams.

Fr. Frank Pavone will continue to educate people on abortion because “America Will Not Reject Abortion Until America Sees Abortion."

We will be held accountable at the end of the road for how we responded to injustice in our lives, especially with the most innocent and most vulnerable…

"The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people. "

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Folks, in case you are confused it sure as hell is a child and not a choice…

On Fighting to End Abortion...

An analogy on the worth of fighting abortion...

There once was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore, as he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day and he began to walk faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man, and the young man wasn’t dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something, and very gently throwing it into the ocean.

He called out,
“Good morning, what are you doing?”

The young man paused, looked up and replied,
“Throwing starfish into the ocean.”

“I guess I should have asked;
why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?”

“The sun is up and the tide is going out.
And if I don’t throw them then they’ll die.”

“But, young man, don’t you realize that there are
miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it.
You can’t possibly make a difference!”

The young man listened politely, then bent down,
picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea,
past the breaking waves and said,
“It made a difference for that one.”

-Author Unknown-

On Control

I have been hearing a lot lately that the idea we are in control is an illusion...

-My counselor has told me on several occasions, wanting control is actually the opposite of loving someone (Yes, Sting was right when he said, "If you love someone, set them free...")

-God teaches us very clearly how to love. He loves us so much he has given us our free will. If God loves us enough not to control us why do we have the need to control others?

-When is the notion we are not in control going to fully sink into our brains and how long will it take us to break the habit of wanting control?

-Letting go of our need to control is much like letting go of our pride. We have to offer it up on a continual basis as it is not something that is taken permanently from us. God just patiently waits for us to cry out for help so He can lovingly show us He has had the reins all along...

-Not being in control sucks at times but hanging on to illusion that we will determine the outcome sucks even more...

Sadly, most of us will learn we are not in control when something unfortunate or terrible happens in our lives. Our goodness does not prevent our sufferings. Look at Job. He was as good as we get and he experienced great loss and suffering and continued to praise God...

Job 1:6-22

One day, when the angels of God came to present themselves before the LORD,
Satan also came among them.
And the LORD said to Satan, "Whence do you come?"
Then Satan answered the LORD and said,
"From roaming the earth and patrolling it."
And the LORD said to Satan, "Have you noticed my servant Job,
and that there is no one on earth like him,
blameless and upright, fearing God and avoiding evil?"
But Satan answered the LORD and said,
"Is it for nothing that Job is God-fearing?
Have you not surrounded him and his family
and all that he has with your protection?
You have blessed the work of his hands,
and his livestock are spread over the land.
But now put forth your hand and touch anything that he has,
and surely he will blaspheme you to your face."
And the LORD said to Satan,
"Behold, all that he has is in your power;
only do not lay a hand upon his person."
So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD.

And so one day, while his sons and his daughters
were eating and drinking wine
in the house of their eldest brother,
a messenger came to Job and said,
"The oxen were ploughing and the asses grazing beside them,
and the Sabeans carried them off in a raid.
They put the herdsmen to the sword,
and I alone have escaped to tell you."
While he was yet speaking, another came and said,
"Lightning has fallen from heaven
and struck the sheep and their shepherds and consumed them;
and I alone have escaped to tell you."
While he was yet speaking, another messenger came and said,
"The Chaldeans formed three columns,
seized the camels, carried them off,
and put those tending them to the sword,
and I alone have escaped to tell you."
While he was yet speaking, another came and said,
"Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine
in the house of their eldest brother,
when suddenly a great wind came across the desert
and smote the four corners of the house.
It fell upon the young people and they are dead;
and I alone have escaped to tell you."
Then Job began to tear his cloak and cut off his hair.
He cast himself prostrate upon the ground, and said,

"Naked I came forth from my mother's womb,
and naked shall I go back again.
The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away;
blessed be the name of the LORD!"

In all this Job did not sin,
nor did he say anything disrespectful of God.

Beach Bliss

My favorite beach photo taken by my exceptionally photographic husband...

The Secret Path

The Secret Path
September 28
From God Calling

Suffer it to be so now; for thus if becometh us to fulfill all righteousness.
-Matthew 3:15

"Upon this I found My three years' Mission on earth--on the acceptance of the difficulty and discipline of life so as to share that human life with My followers in all the ages.

Much that you both must accept in life is not to be accepted as being necessary for you personally, but accepted, as I accepted it, to set an example, to share in the sufferings and difficulties of mankind.

In this "to share" means "to save." And there, too, for you both...the same must be true as was so true of Me. "He saved others. Himself He cannot save."

Beloved, you are called to save and share in a very special way. The way of sorrows if walked with Me, the Man of Sorrows, is a path kept sacred and secret for My nearest and dearest, those whose one desire is to do all for Me, to sacrifice all for Me, to count, as My servant Paul did, "all things but loss so that they might gain Me."

But, dreary as that Path must look to those who view it only from afar, it has tender lights and restful shades that no other walk in life can give."

292 Days

292 days was the amount of time we had our Rose here with us.

God allowed us the most special gift we could ever ask for as a parent...to enjoy every single moment with her.

All of my children have been angel babies but Rose was different. Rose was bliss in every sense of the word. Sorry kids but there never was a better baby than Rosie...

In God's infinite mercy, He allowed me to memorize every part of her sweet body, perfectly. Who would have known what a gift this would be...

On Sept. 4th our youngest child was 292 days old.

I tried to soak in her every sweet moment at this "age."

Our youngest child has brought such hope and healing in the midst of our grief and despair.

If you have lost a child, be open to new life.

If you cannot bear a child, be open to new life through adoption.

If you can have more children and choose not to make sure you are remaining open to God's life giving love through a life of NFP.

There are no words to describe the blessings of new life in the midst of such pain and sorrow...

August 30th - Feast of St. Rose of Lima

Saint Rose of Lima
Virgin
(1586-1617)

This lovely flower of sanctity, the first canonized Saint of the New World, was born at Lima, Peru, in 1586. She was christened Isabel, but the beauty of her infant face earned for her the title of Rose, which she thereafter bore. As a child still in the cradle, her silence during a painful surgical operation seemed to foretell the thirst for suffering which would consume her heart.

At an early age she engaged herself as a servant to support her impoverished parents, then worked day and night. In spite of hardships and austerities her beauty ripened with increasing age, and she was openly much admired. Fearing vanity would enter her heart, she cut off her hair, blistered her face with pepper and her hands with lime. She never left the interior of her parents’ house in Canta, for four years, not even to walk in an inviting garden just beyond its walls. She finally obtained her parents’ permission to be enrolled in the Third Order of Saint Dominic; from her childhood she had taken Saint Catherine of Siena as her model, and she then redoubled her penance. The Blessed Sacrament seemed virtually her only food. Her love for it was intense. Her fasting was near miraculous; during Lent in particular, she denied herself her former single piece of bread each day, to consume only a few orange seeds. Her disciplines were of an almost incredible severity, and her hair shirt reached from her shoulders to her wrists and knees; not satisfied with its rudeness, she armed it with iron nails.

The cell of Saint Rose was a garden hut, her couch a box of broken tiles. Concealed by her veil, a silver crown armed with ninety sharp points encircled her head. More than once, when she shuddered at the prospect of a night of torture, a voice said, “My cross was yet more painful.” The demon tormented her for fifteen years with insupportable temptations; but God sustained His spouse against them, though she would gladly have died rather than live any longer in their clutches. When a Dutch fleet prepared to attack the city of Lima, Rose took her place before the tabernacle, and wept because she felt unworthy to die in its defense, as she hoped she might; the enemy weighed anchor soon afterwards and departed without attempting a siege. All of Saint Rose’s sufferings were offered for the conversion of sinners, and the thought of the multitudes in hell was ever before her soul. She died in 1617, at the age of thirty-one.

St. Rose of Lima,
Pray for us...