Dear Planned Parenthood

Dear Planned Parenthood


I am pro-life Christian. I’m not claiming to be perfect. I’m not claiming that just because I am a person of faith, I have it all figured out. I still fall flat on my face. I still disobey and give in to sin. I am a work in progress, as is anyone who serves Jesus Christ.
But let me assure you, I am nothing like the man who entered your clinic last week and murdered three people. In fact, not only do I want no harm to befall you, I’ll go as far as to say that I love you.

Yes, I said it. I love you, Planned Parenthood. It’s not for what you stand for or for what you do, but because God has commanded me to love my enemy. I’m to bless those who curse me and do good to those who hate me.

Even though God commands this of me, it’s still hard, and I can only love you with His help. In 1 Corinthians 13, the Bible teaches me the way in which God expects me to love you.

He says that love is patient and kind, so I will wait for you—however long it takes—to change your mind on abortion. I won’t huff and puff about it. And when you do finally see the error in your ways, I won’t be smug. I’ll just be thankful.

God says love does not envy and is not boastful. I won’t be jealous of the amount of money, supporters, or media spin you receive. I have faith that God is bigger than all of that—and that’s the truth, I’m not boasting.

He says love is not conceited and does not act improperly. I won’t believe myself to be better, smarter, wealthier or more powerful than you. That’s okay, because God tells me He is sufficient for my every need. Nor will I stand on your steps and scream at you. Jesus never screamed at the lost.

God says love is not selfish and is not provoked— Wanting an unborn child to live is never selfish, so I won’t shy away from the topic of abortion. I want all women to know that abortion isn’t the only option. Life can still bloom from ashes. I will also endure the insults and the put-downs you hurl my way. Your words will still sting and my tears may still fall, but at the end of the day, Jesus’s love will soothe my hurts like a healing balm.

He says love does not keep a record of wrongs. This one is the hardest for me, because I know how many babies lose their lives to you each and every day. I will never forget the souls that have gone on, but I promise not to focus on the past. I will look toward each new day and will count each life saved from you as a blessing.

Jesus, in Matthew 5, tells me to both love and pray for you. And I will. I will pray that every one of your patients, doctors, nurses, and volunteers is protected from harm.

I will pray that there is no more violence or bloodshed—from either side of the abortion clinic door.

God’s Creations

God’s Creations

Laura's Fairy Picture

Every day, I come home from work to find little bits of paper all over the floor and know that my youngest son has been busy. One of his most favorite things to do is watch YouTube videos of paper crafts. He will watch a video over and over making sure he has followed all of their directions. His eye for detail is quite impressive and he will work for hours until his project is perfect. And after seeing him in tears, I have learned not to throw these things away. Where I just see paper, he sees something special, something to be treasured.

Knowing how strongly my son feels over the loss of something he created from paper, I think about how much more God must grieve over His human creations being torn from their mother’s wombs and their parts sold off to the highest bidder.

We all begin life as a fertilized egg, and over the span of nine months, God turns those two tiny cells into arms and legs that are capable of mighty works. He knits fibers together to form a heart that beats at a rate that’s perfect for pumping life-sustaining blood throughout the body. He creates within each of us a brain that not only controls the actions of our bodies, but gives us the ability to think, learn, and love.

Every year, over 1.2 million of God’s most treasured creations never get to use those arms and legs that He created. Their tiny hearts never get to race with excitement at childhood wonders. The promise of all that knowledge and love their brains could one day hold, is gone in a matter of minutes on the procedure tables of abortion clinics around this country.

The Bible says that God created man in His own image. How truly heartbreaking to know that since 1973, 56 million of His creations have been thrown back in His face.

And we live in a society that believes this is an okay practice. If fact, American tax dollars are being sent to an organization that does this very thing. Planned Parenthood encourages women to send a message to God that says, “We don’t want this creation, so You can have it back. Thanks but no thanks, God, we’re going to stamp this baby as ‘return to sender'”.

Well, Planned Parenthood, you don’t speak for me. This does- For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise You because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well. My bones were not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began- Psalms 139:13-16.

Every life is precious in His eyes, and I’m going to continue to defend those lives no matter the consequences. I want my message to God to say that I did all that I could to defeat abortion. Will you take a stand and join me? Let’s show society and Planned Parenthood that no matter how they try to justify abortion, we will never stand with them.

We Are At War

We Are At War

In the past, I’ve shied away from speaking about all things controversial. I have never been an in your face kind of gal. I took that old saying to heart- if you don’t have something nice to say then keep your trap shut.

Then something changed all of that. As I witnessed an ultrasound of a baby in the womb of an abortion minded woman, I knew something inside of me would never be the same. To know that I was seeing what might be the last images of this baby’s life was utterly heartbreaking. I don’t know if what I said made a difference or not. And the not knowing is the hardest part.

I felt empty for days after that experience. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t read my Bible. I was angry at myself for not saying or doing more, and I was angry at God because He allowed me to become so emotionally invested in something that I would possibly fail at in the worst possible way. It was almost enough to make me walk away from it all and save myself all that agony and all those tears.

But then something amazing happened. In a circle of ten or so strangers, at a church I didn’t belong to, one by one prayers went up all around me. Prayers for those hurting and scared women thinking abortion is their only answer, prayers for those who have already chosen abortion, and prayers for those of us that worked to bring abortion to an end. They were praying for me, and I had told no one about what I’d been struggling with. The burden of failure and grief was instantly lifted, and that’s when I knew, even though I felt I couldn’t go to God with all of this, He came to me. And as the days passed, He nudged me to do something totally out of my comfort zone, but I have been dragging my feet about it. I don’t like to make waves. I like to blend in, but then the words of my own prayer in that circle of strangers came back to me. With a tear filled voice, I had prayed, “Lord, give us a boldness of spirit to speak up about the things that You place on our hearts.”

God is giving me that chance right now, so here I go….

We are at war. It’s not a war for oil or for land, no this war is being battled for something far more precious. This war isn’t fought in some desert land or jungle, no this war is fought right here on the soils of our very nation. And we are taking heavy casualties of the worst kind. Every day 3300 lives are lost in hometowns across this country. Our people are being killed with a recklessness that knows no bounds. There is no thought given to the future lives of all those thousands. These are the casualties that have no voice and therefore receive no justice in death. They leave no mourning wife or husband behind. They will never get to see their own eyes or smile in the faces of their children and grandchildren. These thousands of Americans that die daily receive no funerals. There is no obituary in the paper; no outpouring of food and flowers from the community. There are no outraged people rioting in the streets for these brutal deaths because our government has decided that no laws have been broken. These casualties of war are not even spoken about unless an election is looming ahead. No, there is none of that because all those lives lost every day belong to the most innocent, most trusting, and most helpless of our kind. They are our future generations. And they are being slaughtered for as low as $250 each. Is that what a life in this world is now worth? For less than the price of an iPad, an unborn child can disappear from existence.

Since 1973, we have lost 56 million US citizens to this war. That’s 56 million sons and daughters. That’s 56 million brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins. What have we done to our families? We have wiped out complete generational lines all for the sake of convenience, money, lust, and our right as a people to choose. Well guess what? Those choices that we believe are so rightly ours to make have destroyed this country. How many Dr. Martin Luther Kings, Billy Grahams, and Mother Teresas have been lost to abortion? What more could our society have been with the knowledge and input of 56 million more people?
We will never know what could have been, and we have no one to blame but ourselves as a nation. We have allowed this to happen by not speaking up, by our election choices, and by our apathy.
Do we really expect God to bless a nation that kills its most innocent? How arrogant we have become as a people when we believe our ways are higher than His. We have tried to place ourselves above God and believe we have all authority on this earth, but we are wrong. So wrong. I just pray that when our time comes to an end, He has mercy on us despite the fact that we, as a nation, showed none.