Taking the Next Right “trip”

It had been one of those days at the mill. The weather was a mere 102. My clothes were sticking to me as I walked back and forth praying my rosary hoping for a miracle between the cracks in the sidewalk. This particular Wednesday afternoon, the parking lot was overflowing with cars and people hanging outside the Planned Parenthood patio. Dads,  grandmas, and children wait under brightly colored umbrellas while their daughter, wife, girlfriend abort.

We live in strange times to say the least where right is wrong and wrong is right and truth is relative to any given moment. In other words, a culture of narcissism surrounds us clothed in reason according to my understanding void of true selflessness.  I  continued praying my rosary, step by step as the security cameras and armed guard kept a close eye on me. That afternoon  I talked to a few women and young teenagers and passed out info about NFP and pro life literature with joy hoping at least I might save a future child, if I can encourage the women going in for birth control to consider natural family planning and chastity before they say I DO.

The time went by quickly, and as I was gathering my signs and nodding good bye to the security guard, I noticed a car pull in front of PP without going into the parking lot. Their windows rolled down and seemed to be pondering a decision to turn in or not.  I didn’t have my literature on me as it was a good distance away.  I quickly approached the car window  with no literature and asked, “Do you have an appointment at Planned Parenthood today?”

The young Hispanic driver, answered “yes.”

His girlfriend; with her head down, did not answer.” Are you pregnant?  I asked  with forthrightness.

She said with no emotion, ” We are coming back this afternoon.”

“You must get an ultrasound!  Your child is precious and is innocent of whatever circumstances brought you to this cross road!   Abortion does not take away motherhood. You will be a mom no matter what, grieving the tragic death of your child or celebrating life as a single mom or a mom who chooses open adoption !”

I emphatically pleaded and continued. “There is a free medical clinic around the corner, they are open right now!  Let me get you the info and address!”

The boyfriend looked relieved that perhaps his girlfriend might change her mind.

I turned around and walked a few steps and suddenly I was on the ground completely flat on my stomach with my phone bouncing out of my hand and a sharp pain pierced my rib and right knee. I laid on the grass  for a few moments, praying this couple would not leave as I had tripped on a tree root!  (see photo below).  Without missing a beat, I pulled myself up with  pain in my rib and knee, and quickly  grabbed my literature along with a Donald Duck baby bib and ran back to the car.

” Honey, here you go!  I am fine. Still walking!”  Ironically, my untimely trip  gave me a bit more time to share with them and encourage  both of them to choose life! As they had heard my fall and groaning.  They eagerly  took the baby bib and pro life literature. I reached for the boyfriend’s hand squeezed it and looked deep into their eyes, and said, thank you for choosing life. She smiled back and held the tiny bib in her hand.

I knew a child had been saved  as I took the next right trip!

Indeed, All of heaven rejoiced! On this day Roe vs Wade was overturned.

Growing One Blade At a Time

The other day at my local Planned Parenthood, the armed guard informed me that he was recently hired by the woman who owns the home next door to protect her growing grass. MADNESS is an understatement.   SEE PHOTO ABOVE.

The guards were happy to assist her as it makes it now impossible for us to use this public area to post our signs and attempt to save lives.  I asked the guard, “help me understand.You are hired to protect growing grass, and not growing babies in the womb?”

” Insanity is an understatement.” I emphatically stated as well.

He replied, “Lady, I am just doing my job.” I said nothing but a silent prayer. Indeed, Jesus weeps with us.

I pondered the insanity and thought, babies in the woman are being pulled out of their mother’s womb one limb at a time while the protected  blades of grass  have the freedom to grow one blade at a time safely  protected by armed guards  with the flags and border as pictured above.

Why not this Lenten season  grow our own pro life blades of hope and encourage others to suit up and show up at abortion mills across our nation  with rosary and/or prayers and a willing heart to encourage abortion minded men and women to turn their cars around and embrace life no matter the cost.

In the meantime, we might all spiritually adopt an unborn child this Lenten season and pray a simple prayer every day for 9 months  written by Bishop Fulton Sheen:  “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, save the babies. I beg you to spare the life of _____________ (name your child)  the unborn baby that I have spiritually adopted who is in danger of abortion.”

Note: Write the prayer on a 3×5 card  and/or  keep it on your I phone as a daily reminder by your computer with today’s date and the end date. Simple to do and most important we are helping heaven saving a growing baby one limb at a time! 

Lies for sale

Whatever you do…

Whatsoever You Do   Click on this Link to an amazing speech by Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Happy New Year!  As we lean into this new year let us not forget  who we are and why we need to keep seeking Him with all our hearts, soul and mind as we are living in a culture of death. It will become more and more apparent every day  that people of faith, hope, and  love will be greatly despised.   I pray abundant courage and perseverance  for all of us during these difficult days.

When the storm clouds gather, and the fear grips our often stony , and distracted heart, I pray we will have the eyes to see the silver lining in the storm. What is that silver lining?  Our  ego begins to die and we begin to serve others and not self.

During World War II, Anne Frank’s family and neighbors huddled together to survive. Because of their pressing living conditions, ego was choked out and love surfaced. All their walls came tumbling down and the question well what about me and my needs seems absolutely absurd in the face of much suffering and hardship.  Their  harsh reality of possible death in a concentration camp or to be discovered in their hiding place kept ego at bay. My prayer for all of us is to live in the reality that we are called to live with the day of our death held in our heart more than the closeness of our  ego feeding gadgets around us. Tragically, we quickly  forget who we are and that whatever we do in love and not ego, we do for Him whom we live and breathe and have our very being.

I have attached above a great Pro Life ego smashing speech given by Mother Teresa back in 1994 at a National Prayer Breakfast in DC.  It is challenging to live her message of love when we seem to like the familiar mirrors of illusion and vanity more.   Mother Teresa PRAY FOR US.  Help us to bloom where we are planted.

What Child is this that lay to rest?

Christmas Eve is fast approaching. In a few hours, families will gather to worship the little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.  He is our only hope of salvation against the vortex of death swirling around us while helpless babies laying asleep in their mother’s womb are being suctioned away and sold to the highest bidder on this Christmas Day.

                                                AWAY IN A COFFIN

Away in a coffin, no womb for a bed, The little poor baby  could not lay down his sweet head.

The  angels in the sky looked down where the child once lay, The little poor baby weeping and wailing he makes.

I pretend to love Thee, My Lord Jesus, turn away from me I plead, And keep away from my side till morning is nigh.

Be far from me , Lord Jesus, I beg Thee  to leave, I pray

Utilize all the parts of my baby for worldly care,  And take me to hell, to live apart from Thee there.

Our world  has thrown away the manager and the baby for the passing pleasures of the moment never asking or pondering the question;

” What Child is this, who laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping?  

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping?

This , this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, Haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary.”

Mary Christmas indeed in this year of mercy.

Lies for sale

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Lies for sale

I arrived at the mill this morning full of distraction and frustration. It was one of those pity party days. Despite the early morning prayers, desolation was creeping into my soul. I told myself as I drove over to the mill, I will get out of myself  by suiting up and showing up in service to others.

I glanced into the parking lot at Planned Parenthood as I parked my car across the street. My heart sank as the  parking lot was full, not an available parking space in sight.  If I didn’t know better, I would think I was at Walmart, the day after Christmas.

I asked the guard has it been like this all day? He said, “yep, they party hard these last few days.  Christmas  season is big business here. ”  It was my feeble attempt to see any “success” with the efforts of pro lifers who come daily to pray and counsel. Maybe one day, there will be no cars pulling in because our prayers have been answered! NOT today or tomorrow, as reality speaks louder than my desire.

I remembered the deeper truths. We are called to be faithful and serve Him through thick and thin moments.   Any success we see at the mill; a life saved, a woman deciding to quit using birth control, even  a thumbs up from a car or two passing by, must be quickly forgotten as we are rewarded in heaven for how we policed our egos  not all the successes we counted.  Difficult truth to live, easy to type and rarely pondered enough by moi.

Back to the moment at the mill. The air was especially crisp this morning. My signs strategically posted with cars streaming by, barely glancing at the pro life  message. The drivers darts in with the woman looking down in feigned prayer,  to avoid my eyes and piercing signs of hope in the midst of another tragic death of a beautiful child of God.

A few times this particular day, the driver stops, startled by my smiles and hand signal to roll down the window! I silently pray, Dear God help me speak your words with love and truth.  I ask the question, Did you know they kill babies here? Silence. “Oh really,  we are only here for birth control.   We are not having an abortion.”

Did you know that using birth control of any kind may cause a chemical abortion? I know first hand. I lost a child 28 years ago.”  I carry her in my heart and if I had known what I am sharing with you now, she would still  with me today.

I didn’t know that.”  Please read the info and you will learn much and experience deeper joy as you are open to life as a married couple. It’s the way God wants you share your love.

Another car pulls in.  A mother driving the car, glares at me. I hold my sign, “Your Baby Wants to Live.”  She flips me off while pulling into the mill with her teenage daughter pushing her finger flipping hand down.  I knew all to well, this was another sale job by the mother who felt it was in the best interests of her teenage daughter to have the abortion.

Mother and her frightened daughter sat in the car for quite some time.  I prayed much. Brake lights on, brake lights off.  Please God, give her strength to say YES TO LIFE, despite her mother’s desire to kill her grandchild.  God please give her the grace to say yes to life!  I pleaded in my heart for this scared teenager battling her mother,  Don’t believe your mother’s lies!

I don’t know how it turned out today. Did she cave in to her mother’s pressure? Thankfully, another pro lifer, showed up before I left. I filled her in and she was going to report back. As I left the mill, they were still in the car.  However, the mother heard my pleas again and rolled down the window and shouted at me, “SCREW YOU.”

Tragically, in our culture of death, Lies are for  sale at a great cost of the PERSONHOOD of the child growing within the womb.  Our culture of death know how to  market and “beautify” abortion and make it an easy sale.

Thankfully, the precious Holy Spirit will use these seemingly mundane moments of heralding truth at the mill, to whip up the fire of love and burn  into the hearts of these precious frightened and seeking souls looking for a quick solution to a “problem” pregnancy.  Perhaps one day soon, we will see a change of heart and women and men will see PERSONHOOD   and not Planned Parenthood.

Keep praying for pro life counselors doing battle at the mill. Without you, we cannot stand in the gap. We desperately need every prayer as the enemy is bombarding us with distraction and disillusionment on every side. We are committed to bringing light and love into the fiery furnace of Satan’s den of destruction.  Despite these flames, we are offering sidewalk help and giving up the outcome of seeing results, (at least attempting), when all indication, seems that our little efforts of love, are just blowing truth into the wind.

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