Moldy bread never said "I love you"

Just in case you all didn't know about it, I am pro-life. Not just a little bit, not just when it is easy... always, zealously, unashamedly. It is what I am, I have always been this way since I found out what abortion was as a kid. As a child, I knew that a life was a life, no matter what.

Just in case you didn't know about it, I have felt a call on my life recently to minister to those who are post-abortive and pre-abortive and to those who have lost their way sexually and don't know how to make it back.

When I was younger, I would look at a person who had chosen abortion and my heart would break for that baby. A life that would never be lived. A smile that would never be seen. A tiny hand that would never be held. I decided I would love those babies, even though they were never allowed to live. While I had so much love in my heart for those babies, my heart was filled with anger towards their mothers. A baby isn't an inconvenience... it is a person. How could they murder a child so that their life could continue on, unaltered (in theory)?

As I have grown and matured, I have felt a pressing on that anger. My anger has turned to sadness for the mothers of all those precious little lives. Because their life doesn't continue on unaltered. I have heard COUNTLESS tales of the hurt and pain endured over a lifetime after an abortion. So instead of the "inconvenience" of a child, these women are burdened with pain and emptiness, and a void that they feel can never be filled. I know that those women's pain is not any less real just because it was a "choice" they made.

I have been vocal about my pro-life stance lately and last week a person that I know said "The loaf of moldy bread on the counter is a life, but I'm not keeping that around." I have rolled that thought around in my head for a week. At the time, I didn't know HOW to react to it. I didn't want to react in anger, because I don't think approaching this subject with anger is going to do anyone any good. At the time, I deleted the comment, and deleted the person. After a week, I know what to say now. A moldy loaf of bread never said "I love you." It never wrapped its tiny arms around me and kissed me. It never filled my heart with pride at an accomplishment. It never cried out for my touch alone in a moment of pain. Moldy bread never looked into my eyes and unleashed its first blinding smile on the world. It never giggled during a tickle fight. Moldy bread is not akin to human life in any way, shape, or form. Moldy bread is dead and on its way out. It is not useful to the world. It won't change the face of the planet. A baby, a zygote, a fetus, and embryo... it is LIFE on its way IN! Its very presence in the womb is already changing the world.

I have friends who are post-abortive, and I want to tell you, I love you. I hope that you have found the hope and healing. I love you. Your baby loves you. God loves you. You are more than that decision. You can or have been remade in Christ. I am not judging you. I am not condemning you. I love you.

And if you or someone you know is struggling with the decision of abortion, please talk to me. I will GLADLY take your baby or help you find someone to take your baby, in a heart beat, in a minute, no questions asked. I am putting that out there and it is the truth. I love you, and I love your baby.

Yesterday someone posed a question that was posed to them, "If you stop abortion, what will you do with all those babies?" and my answer is, "I will love them."

That is all.

Heather on being 30

It has been a second since I was here blabbering about stuff. Oddly enough, having three kids tends to keep you somewhat busy. There is never a shortage of things I want to record here but finding the time is almost impossible it seems.

So, I turn 30 tomorrow. It is sort of weird. I remember thinking 30 was really something that would take a long time to happen to me, then suddenly, here it is. It just appeared out of nowhere. Time was apparently moving at warp speed when I thought we were just putzing along, Sunday driver style.

I have been thinking about being 30 a lot, and kind of wondering if it scares me as much as I think it should. I guess it doesn't... really. The only thing it has done effectively is to give me some regrets. I regret that I just realized the kind of person I want to be and started making a concentrated effort to be that person. I regret that I spent 29 years (give or take), having no direction. Floundering around in the world, looking for my voice, my purpose, myself. Oddly, when I finally realized who I wanted to be, it had very little to do with ME! I want to be a better wife, a better mama, and a better believer. Most of the things I want to be "when I grow up" are concentrated on service to others.

So, I guess the biggest regret is that for 29 years, I have been a little egocentric if you will. I spent the greater part of that time worrying about MY best interest, my wants, desires, and happiness. Once I realized that the focus shouldn't be me, it was amazing how quickly my interests, wants, desires and happiness were fulfilled by my service to others.

Two BIG things have happened this week, and I guess maybe the timing is coincidental, but it is probably more like a God thing if I am being honest. First of all, I developed a spot on my face. Here I was, thinking that all I was getting for my 30th birthday was skin cancer and a scar smack dab in the middle of my face to prove it. Here I was thinking "I am not ready to be sick. My kids, my kids, my kids." I finally convinced myself to go see a dermatologist, and guess what, it wasn't skin cancer. So for my birthday, I didn't get a scar, I got perspective. I got a wake up call. That is pretty great gift. Thanks God.

Secondly, I have spent a lot of time recently and in the past trying to figure out how to impact the world. Last week I realized that my heart is ministering to those who are affected by abortion, pre and post, and girls who think that the things that they have done define them and that there is no turning back from where they are today. While I have never had an abortion, I have many friends that I have seen go down that road. I have also been in a place where I felt that my decisions defined me and that there was no going back. So, I am moving forward, starting a ministry to those girls who are lost and those women who are hurting.

I ask that you would please pray for me as I start this journey and if you are interested in helping in other ways, let me know. I don't know what those ways are yet, but I bet God will make it clear to me in time.

That is all.