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.

Remarkably and Wonderfully Made

Remarkably and Wonderfully Made

Did you know that in 2012 there were 29.4 births for every 1,000 adolescent females ages 15-19. That means there were 305,420 babies born to teenage girls and nearly 89% percent of these births occurred outside of marriage.* While the numbers have been declining over the last twenty years, the fact remains that there is still a large number of teenage girls facing this life changing event. Many of whom are scared and alone.

In my research, I also found that not all teen births are first births. In 2012, almost one in five births to 15 to 19-year-olds were to girls who already had one or more babies.* Wow, that’s a troubling figure.

Texarkana and the surrounding areas aren’t immune to the issue of teen pregnancy. Right now, there are girls at our local junior high and high schools that are pregnant. Maybe even in our middle schools. This past year alone, a local pregnancy center saw 830 girls, of which 502 had positive pregnancy tests. 2014 will likely be no different. According to the Center’s Executive Director, in January alone, they have already seen a significant jump in the number of clients that are abortion minded.

So why am I giving you these statistics? Well, first let me say these aren’t just statistics. These are girls that could be your daughter, your sister, your best friend, or in the past- maybe even you. Seventeen years ago, I was considered a statistic too. In my senior year of high school, I found out I was pregnant. Terrified, I spent many nights in tearful prayer, not knowing what to do. After a few weeks of struggling with my secret, I finally broke the news to my parents. They were upset, as expected, but lovingly accepted the fact that they were becoming grandparents at too early of an age. My mother spent the next nine months in prayer for me, and was by my side when my precious son came into the world. Today, he is a senior in high school. The Lord has blessed him with the ability to kick a football and that ability is helping to send him to college. I can’t imagine my life without him. I am truly blessed to call him my son.

Unfortunately, not all teen pregnancies turn out like mine did. Some girls choose to abort their babies instead. Maybe it’s because they were scared, or maybe they felt they didn’t want to become a mother so soon, but whatever the reason the fact remains, those unborn children will never get to live out the life God had planned for them.

This point brings me back to the why. Why I’m telling you all of this. Here in Texarkana there is a place where pregnant teen girls can go to receive Christian counseling and support. First Choice Pregnancy Center has been offering pregnant teen girls a helping hand and a listening ear since 1974. The girls are never judged for their choices, but are lovingly offered the knowledge that there are other options for their unborn child besides abortion.

The staff and volunteers at First Choice are committed to providing their clients with accurate and complete information about prenatal development, abortion, adoption, sexual health and abstinence. They offer a wide array of services such a parenting classes for both the expectant mother and the father. They have a “Mommy Store” where baby clothes and other essentials can be purchased with points the client earns from attending classes. The Center offers early ultrasounds to expectant mothers so they can see the unborn child that’s being knitted in their womb. First Choice is also in the process of opening a maternity home for pregnant girls who have nowhere else to turn.

But First Choice Pregnancy Center can’t do all of this on their own. They need help. Their ministry is possible only because of the support they receive from dedicated volunteers, local churches, businesses, and individuals. This means you. You can help by volunteering your time or by giving a financial donation to First Choice. If that’s not possible, then you can do something just as important. Pray for them. Prayer is powerful, and God hears our every plea.

I’m doing my part to help too. Beginning February 1st, for every copy of Katie’s Glimpse that’s sold, a portion of the profits will be donated to First Choice Pregnancy Center. God has laid it on my heart that I’m to do this indefinitely, and I’m trusting in Him to make the impossible possible. I know only He can take this simple offering and turn it into something huge.

Today, I pray that if God has laid it on your heart to help this amazing ministry, that you don’t wait or make excuses. Contact First Choice Pregnancy Center at 903-792-5735 or visit their website at firstchoiceprc.com to see how you can be a part of their mission to save lives. I ask that you also pray for the girls that visit this center. Pray that they will open their hearts to God’s truth about the precious life growing inside of them.

I’m going to leave you with Psalms 139, verses 13-16.
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.

Many blessings to you,
Robin

* 2012 teen birth statistics provided by the US Department of Health and Human Services website.