As we ponder the coming of our Lord Jesus, I pray for greater gratitude for the life God has given me. The more I ponder the depth of God’s love for me, I am filled with deeper JOY and greater eagerness to hop in the car and race down to the mill and be that beacon of hope and expect a miracle between the cracks in the sidewalk. Often it feels like my little light of love falls between the cracks in the sidewalk as cars filled with pregnant women, and contraceptive minded women, drive past me with barely a glance at my smile with a quick acceleration of the gas pedal, as the guards motion them inside the Planned Murderhood parking lot. Indeed it is yet another murder day at the mill and all of heaven weeps.
I mourn this Advent season. Another estimated million children have been murdered in the US alone on the altar of convenience this past year. Tragically, too many souls have taken the blue pill: “it’s my body and my choice.” Recent statistics state that their has been a drop in abortions nationwide. However, I beg to differ. Do these stats include the morning after pill, or all the children murdered by contraception?
This past year, I spent many days at the mill , with a broad smile of hope attempting to pierce the darkness of fear surrounding women with loving pro life signs, literature, and adorable baby clothes and most important, a listening ear and a willing heart to help these women choose life . Perhaps, I pray I gained a bit more compassion and I am learning to receive His presence in these broken souls seeking a way out of their suffering and pain.
Come Lord Jesus Come… Come into my own stubborn heart and soften it with the light of your unfailing and unquenchable accepting love. I too am a broken vessel needing mercy so I might truly be a channel of mercy in every mundane moment this side of eternity while at the mill or in community life.
Let us pray this Advent Season and into the new year a daily prayer to the HOLY SPOUSES Patrons of the UNBORN for the repose of the souls of not only the ABORTED children in the womb, moreover, the DECEASED IN -VITRO Babies as well as our beloved MISCARRIED BABIES.
Holy Mary, who carried Jesus in your womb, St. Joseph, who loved and guarded Mother and Child; Holy Spouses; Patrons of the Unborn, pray for these precious children, deeply loved by The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Indeed they have been fearfully and wonderfully made. As the Psalmist writes, “You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb.” Help us NEVER forget their brief precious lives and the dignity they deserve. These immortal souls now embraced in the Father’s love, we beg you to heal mothers, and families who weep for their unforgettable children, and may we witness to the beauty of every human life at the moment of conception despite their tragic death.