Comparing flesh and bone
To the flesh and bone of another
What a silly game to play
Swallowing images of magazines
With wide eyes and squinted lips
A game that we cannot win
A war of self we are bound to lose
Believing we can be the best
But who remains the conqueror of anything?
All the young grow old
The strong become frail
The beautiful turn ugly
The intelligent doomed to forget
All told they could be the best
But never taught that life will fade
Just give it painful time and precious tears
They will figure it out
But I’ve never even won a medal
I can’t enter the pageant
Or win the science fair
So if beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Will you hold me while you behold my failures?
I can’t be the best
But we could be the best of friends
If you behold me, then never let me go
See me as beautiful and nothing less."
— Grow Old and Fragile With Me
It’s not currency, but it’s the most valuable thing to spend
If you use it right, you will have wrinkles on your smile
And a light in your eyes
But if you spend it wrong
It will destroy you.
Because time doesn’t wait for you to say goodbye
When there’s a shooting at your university
Or planes flying into buildings
It’s viciously apathetic to tragedy
Time doesn’t wait for you to push out
The I-love-you’s and will-you-marry-me’s
The words crushed by your tightened lips may stay
But time quickly slips away.
Because time is the sand
You could try to hold every grain
From every beach and shore you came across
But they would seep out of your tired, worn fingers
So treat it with respect
Because you never know how much you have left
Until you’re a memory of those who have a little more
It’s not currency, but it’s the most valuable thing to spend."
— I Am The Hourglass
You rescued me with a roar and a whisper.
Yes, I judge those who abort their children. Not because I am better than them, but because I love them and the children that are being sacrificed for their convenience. These mothers undergo post-trauma, struggle with depression and suicide, ruin their bodies, and live with the guilt of shedding innocent blood. It’s a tragedy, and I have anger and compassion for them.
I am not vocal against abortion because I want abortion to be illegal. That is secondary. I am vocal because I want to remind future mothers that life is sacred. Human life is created in the image of God, and it cannot be violated. Using violent methods and desecrating the human that God has intricately designed and given life is an abomination. I am not naive about the methods used to kill these infants. It is brutal, and it is done in the name of convenience. Yes, I do judge but I do it with a broken-hearted love. I see the evil, and I want it to stop. I want love to prevail, not death.
Why am I against abortion? It is because I have love for the mothers and their children. It is because I believe in the sanctity of family. It is because I believe that a parent can never express a greater love than to lay down his or her life for their children, in or outside of the womb. In this broken world, I will continue to believe in faithfulness, compassion, mercy, sacrifice, and selflessness. Convenience must die, and it must give way to this real love.
It is just as important to preach the Gospel as much as it is to live it. If The Great Commission is to go into all the world and preach the Gospel, we need to share it with everyone we know. And we should not just speak from personal experience only, but we should speak from the Scriptures and show that God came into flesh to die for all. Jesus may not have shoved a tract into someone’s hand, but he made it very clear that we would die in our sins without Him. If you truly believe there is a perfect God, fallen creation, Heaven, and Hell, you would do everything you could do to warn others and show how Jesus died for them. Yes, build relationships so that non-Christians may know that you want something FOR them and not FROM them, but ultimately they may never ask about Jesus and your job is to show them the Gospel. Don’t wait for them to ask. tell them about Jesus.
That is the most loving thing you could ever do.
”How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” - Romans 10:14-15
— D.A. Carson
There is no air, no water, no sustenance, and no need in life that will ever satisfy more than the salvation offered by Jesus Christ. To put your faith in Christ is not merely to say, “I believe You exist.” Putting your faith in Christ is to proclaim, “Lord! You are my air! My Bread of Life! You are my everything!” Christ has come to eternally satisfy every need of your soul, so that you may never thirst again.
— The Devil Wears Prada, Danger: Wildman
mylifewithsocialanxiety-deactiv said: Why be pro-life? I mean, do you know what hyperemesis gravidarum, pre-eclampsia, and ectopic pregnancies are? Do you know how physically hellish pregnancy can be for a woman? Do you know all of the different ways that pregnancy can cause mental and emotional distress to a woman? Do you know how emotionally scarring it can be to give a child up for adoption? Or do you just not care about any of that, which proves that your views on this issue are incredibly hateful?
Do I know how physically hellish pregnancies can be? I got pregnant with my first son when I was 17 years old. I was the top of my class, dating my high school sweet heart for 3 years (Mr. prom king himself). I was a cheerleader, varsity team since I was a freshman, runner up for Miss Wallace, and the school “artist”. When I got pregnant, absolutely everyone around me told me I should get an abortion. My boyfriend and his parents, my parents and my friends, and every single one of my teachers (who I considered my friends). I wanted to keep my son, but every day I got pulled out of class, pestered by my teachers to get an abortion, that they would drive me to the clinic themselves, that “nobody would have to know”. I was firm on my decision. I wanted to keep my son. I was harassed to get an abortion until I was about 6 months pregnant, in which at that point I was rejected by my family and friends, and my teachers. To make matters worse, I began to get a pain in my leg that was so severe I couldn’t stop vomiting. I went to the E.R. and they found that I had a D.V.T. Deep vein thrombosis. After several tests they confirmed that I had 2 types of blood disorders, that are so severe I need to be on anti coagulants for the rest of my life, so severe that any pregnancy is life threatening. The doctors urged me to get an abortion, and once again I refused. I was admitted into the hospital for 2 weeks, with the only anticoagulant approved during pregnancies: lovenox. Lovenox is a shot to the stomach that you take every 12 hours, for the remainder of the pregnancy and 2 months after. The feeling of a D.V.T when it completely clots your leg, is like hooking up a hose to the inside of your leg, filling it up with water until your skin is ready to burst, then plugging the hole. It is beyond excruciating. To deliver my son, was even more dangerous. When you are on blood thinners, your blood is kept 10 x thinner then the average person, so I was at an extreme bleeding risk. If for some reason I needed a c-section, or I had other problems, I could have simply hemorrhaged to death. I delivered my healthy baby boy a few months later, the delivery went wonderful. After I had my son, I went to school at the University of Idaho, to study physiology. Here is a photo of my son, who is now 8 years old. He plays the piano, enjoys legos, minecraft, speaks 3 languages and by his choice is a vegan. He is vibrant and compassionate and loves to make others happy, in the morning when I wake up he makes coffee, and occasionally leaves notes under my bedroom door telling me how much he loves me. He always fights for the smaller person, loves babies and children, and tells me that he cannot wait to get married (often asks me how to get a wife lol). This is the face of the boy that every one I knew told me to abort.
But dear, that isn’t it. When my son was very young, I began to date a man and we were intimate very early in our relationship. He was much older then I was, and he told me he was sterile. He lied. After we had been dating for 2 months I became pregnant again. He was unsupportive of the pregnancy. He urged me to get an abortion. I refused. And so began the abuse. At first it was just control of my life. He took away friends, family. Then he took away my car, my phone, my job. He stole my life. Eventually the abuse became so severe I tried to run away. I bundled my son up in a winter coat and began to walk. We lived in a very first class neighborhood, and he was very well respected, and very well off. When the cops picked me up they told me that if I tried that again, they would take my son away. Then he locked me in a bathroom for 3 days. When I finally cut a hole in the window screen, and climbed down off the roof to run across the street he grabbed me by the neck and tried to kill me. I can barely remember what happened, all I know is there was not one part on my body that was not injured bruised. After months of trying to escape, I finally was able to contact my mother who took me in. But that wasn’t the end of it. When I was about 5 months pregnant, I began to feel a sharp stabbing in my chest when I inhaled. I went to the E.R. They found a Pulmonary embolism in my lungs (blood clot in my lungs). These are extremely fatal. This part of the story is similar, I was admitted into the hospital, I took a shot ever 12 hours into my stomach, and after months finally delivered my second son. He is 7 years old. Here is a photo of my son. For his safety the photo I attached he is actually about 4 years old. He is a very quiet and gentle little boy. He literally cannot kill a fly (he catches them and throws them outside), he enjoys cuddling, hugging random strangers (unfortunately), praying, and day dreaming. I have personally never met anyone who is as sweet, unselfish, gentle, and loving as him. He loves to pray, and also loves scary things like ghosts and skeletons because they are “misunderstood”.
After I got my life back together, I married a wonderful man. After we were married for sometime, I got pregnant with my daughter. During this pregnancy I had a D.V.T and a P.E. I was hospitalized for nearly a month hooked up to machines to make sure my heart did not stop (the clots pass through the heart before they are thrown into the lungs). The doctors threatened to sterilize me without my permission. They called me “selfish” for wanting to keep my child. They told me that I was a bad mother because I wanted to keep my child. I delivered my princess, my vibrant, brilliant daughter. She has the longest most beautiful hair I have ever seen, she is soft spoken but wild and a true lady like little girl.
The Doctors told me they weren’t worth dying for. All the suffering I went through, all the shots I took, the bruises in my belly, It means nothing. In fact the second I held them in my arms I nearly forgot all of it. It meant nothing in comparison to the PEOPLE they are.
But dear, that isn’t the end of the story. A few months ago I had a pain in my leg that i noticed while at work. it wouldnt go away and got worse and worse. I went to the E.R. and they found not only a D.V.T that went up my leg, but also giant bi-lateral clots (P.E. in both lungs). But that’s not all they found. I also found out that I am expecting <3 I spent a few weeks in the hospital. It has been difficult to breath but I get a long just fine (it feels as if I am constantly out of breath from running). I am taking my shots, every day, in my stomach to be sure that the clots desolve, and that I don’t get anymore. And this February I will meet my child, my little person.
I’m 26 years old. I own a home, I live a wonderful life. I am well educated, I own a business, I have a family, and it is ONLY because of my children that I have pushed myself. It is ONLY because of my children that I have lived the life I have, that I never gave up. A lot of anti-pro lifers ask me, why would you risk your life for your “fetus”? Because this life in me, isn’t a fetus, its a child, its a person. And there is no greater glory to a Mother, then to give her life for the life of her child. I’m not scared of pregnancy, I’m not scared of death. I live a beautiful simple life, full of love and joy. I am satisfied at 26 to the point I feel I have lived a 1000 years of happiness. So, to answer you question, do I know how difficult pregnancy is? Absolutely. In fact, I am my obgyns FAVORTIE patient. I see 4 doctors every other week, and take weekly blood tests. My stomach is covered with bruises from the injections, bruises that I have to shove a needle back into to inject again and again. And I would do it all over. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO right to speak for women who have life threatening pregnancies. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO RIGHT to speak about the value of children, when you have never even held your own. You want to speak for women who want abortions? Speak for another group, because I have met women who would and have risked their life to have a pregnancy that wasn’t “convenient”. You telling me about emotional, mental and physical stress of a pregnancy, when I lied in a hospital when I was 17 months old mocked by every one I loved while i lived in fear of death? You are telling me that I just don’t “care” about any of that, that it proves that my views are hateful? Think again. When I risk my lives for my children, I do it because my love is completely unselfish. Because WHO am I to decide that my life is more valuable than anyone else life? Who am I? They were worth it. I promise you.
Anonymous said: are you anti abortion because you are christian?
No. I have been a Christian for 4 years. Before that, I was an agnostic. All this time, I have been anti-abortion. I don’t need my religion or faith to convince me that abortion is wrong. I never did.
Having said that, Christianity has been a driving force for my passion about people. Christ has revealed to us that human life is precious. I have talked to people personally who have survived abortion. I have read their stories. All in all, I don’t think I could be a Christian and not be anti abortion. I just cannot see how I could follow Jesus, who died for us, and not stand up for people even if they are just babies or unborn. Christianity, more than anything else, has taught me to value life and to treat everyone as valuable, regardless of their age, status, class, or race. It has shown me that we are all made in the image of God, and it gives me a reason and hope to speak out against what I believe is murder.
Thanks for the thought-provoking question.
— Dayseeker, Hollow Shell