Monthly Archives: January 2013

A Lesson from a Scab


I try to be consistent about blogging…I really do!  But life happens and BOY has life been happening lately! To say that I’ve been busy would be the understatement of the year!

BUT…I learned a lesson today that I want to make sure I have to refer back to, so blogging about it gives me an opportunity to have something to refer back to.

I’ve had a situation in my life over about the past year that sometimes feels like there’s a scab on my life that keeps getting pulled off.  Like as in STILL on about a weekly basis.  Just when I think maybe I can be done with it and it has completely healed over and I won’t have to “mess” with it anymore, something comes up that feels like the scab is just being ripped off one more time, and the hurt is revealed fresh and new, as if it just happened.

It happened again late this week more than once (isn’t THAT fun?) and I was praying about it this morning in a time of quiet while I was getting ready for the day and I was really kind of whining.  I asked God WHY this couldn’t just die and why I had to continue to deal with not only my hurt, but watching others around me hurt their way through the healing of this situation.

It was still just lurking at the back of my mind when I went to church this morning and when we were encouraged into a special time of prayers of thanksgiving and praise by my wise pastor, PT.  As I prepared myself to pray, it was as if the Holy Spirit whispered to me, “There is PURPOSE in the scab.  I know what I’m doing.  TRUST ME.”

It was then that I came to realization that one of three things is going on, and to be honest, it may very well be ALL OF THEM:  Either there are still things for me to learn from the circumstances of this particular situation OR My Father, who knows ALL THINGS, knows that I need the reminders in order to be sensitive to what He has already taught me OR He wants me to remain sensitive to the hurt for others who are still walking through it also.

I also came to this realization:  When we have injuries or wounds that scab over, sometimes they heal over and there is never another indication of them, but at other times there is a scar that is left.  That scar is a constant reminder of the circumstances surrounding the injury.  The wound stops hurting, but the INDICATION of it is still there.

I truly think that this is one of THOSE situations.  Throughout life, for everyone involved, there will be reminders.  How we choose to look at those reminders is up to us.

I have a choice to make, not just today, but on a daily basis.  I choose joy!  I choose healing!  I choose forgiveness!  I choose to let myself be “used”.

I choose to realize the “Beauty in the Scars”, as stated in the lyric to this song (click on the title), written by my sweet “Gentle Giant” of a nephew, Caleb.

What about you?  I would love to hear your thoughts.  Would you comment below to tell me how God has taught YOU these things?



Newtown, CT and Nashville, TN


I’ve not had a lot of “online” time recently, but I HAVE had quite a bit of time to think!  During one of those “thinking sessions”, my mind was drawn back to one of my very first blog posts from August of 2011.  We all like to be right, don’t we?  This is one of the times that it is NOT a pleasure to be right.  The events in Newtown, CT in December made the scenario that was brought to my mind several years ago all too real.  It broke the hearts of our nation, just as I thought it would.  But do we really “get” what happened and the correlation that it has in cities all across the USA?  Scenarios like the one I referred to in that post in August of 2011:

“One of the purposes of a personal blog is to allow people to get to know the blog owner/writer better.  If you’re going to follow my blog, you will quickly find out that one of my passions is for babies and their mothers and other family members involved in what are often called “crisis pregnancies“.  Most often these are “unexpected” babies.  There is MUCH I could say about those terms, but that is not the purpose of my post today.  Instead, I would like to take this opportunity to share with you one of the many reason that I have the passion and take the stand that I do.

I realize that not all of my family and friends and readers of this blog agree with my stand, but I DO ask that you take the time to read my thoughts.  This was originally a note that I posted on Facebook a couple of years ago after a significant piece of legislation passed that my friends at TN Right to Life had been fighting for over a period of several years.  I think the rest is self-explanatory:

Today should have been a day of great rejoicing for me.  I, along with my dedicated Pro-Life friends in the state of Tennessee, had much to celebrate today as we saw significant legislation passed that we have worked diligently for over the past several years.  But instead of truly being able to celebrate this victory, my heart is heavy.

It is heavy because of a text that I received from a friend this afternoon.    That text broke what, under different circumstances, would have been a HUGE news story that would have been heard all over the United States.  But that news story will never be heard.  It won’t be heard because it told a story that could be repeated DAILY in cities across this country.  My friend was standing outside of an abortion “clinic” praying for 28 women who went into the clinic this morning, all of them apparently with the intent of aborting their babies today.

What if the story was changed just slightly?  What if a couple of years had passed, all of those women had carried their babies to term and those sweet children were all playing together in a daycare facility that was attacked?  THAT news headline would be splashed across the headlines of news reports all across our country tomorrow morning.  What if, while in that facility this morning, it had been attacked and one or more of those inside had been injured or harmed?  THAT headline would also be heard all across this country.

But instead, because abortion is still legal in this country, most, if not all of those 28 babies were brutally murdered today and not one news outlet will ever hear about it.  There is an entire classroom full of future kindergartners that will never go to their first day of school.  There are 28 women who will deal with the after-effects of their choice today in spite of the lies that they have been told that there are none.

I have not had personal experience with abortion.  But I DID watch a friend wrestle with what some call that “option” during our Senior year of High School.  I HAVE experienced the sorrow of many women who, years later, are still trying to forget “that day”.   I have stood at many informational booths for Pro-Life organizations with fetal models and photographs.  Not the graphic ones that so often are portrayed when you think of “Pro-Life People”, but simple informational brochures and life-like models that portray the various stages of development during pregnancy.  Even the smallest of children, when they see the “models”, want to see and hold the “babies”.

I recently had the heart-wrenching experience of watching and then standing alongside of a woman at one of these booths while she came to grips with the decision she had made years before.  She wept bitterly as she came to the realization of what she had done while she cried, “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know!”  You can’t tell ME that abortion is a decision that does not have after-effects.  I’ve seen them.  They’re ugly.  Many of them are permanent, such as infertility caused by abortion, breast cancer, guilt and other emotional and physical problems.

This is why I grieve.  And this is why my commitment to doing everything that I personally can to stop the tragedy of abortion is strong.”

A lot has changed in my life, my priorities and in my relationships over the last year, but one thing that has NOT changed is my passion for the unborn and the families that are impacted in crisis pregnancy situations.  You see, just as we saw in Newtown last month, EVERY LIFE, no matter how young, has meaning and purpose and impact.

Will you join me or will you do nothing while days like the one described above are repeated?  Are you interested in learning what you can actively do to get involved in your community?  Please comment below or send me a message via the contact page or on Facebook and I will GLADLY help you join the fight!  

I’ll have more thoughts on the CT tragedy as soon as I have time to sit down and express them, but for now, I hope you’ll truly take some time to determine how you can be used to make an impact in the cause of life!  January is Sanctity of Human Life month and this year marks the 40th Anniversary of the Roe vs. Wade Decision.  My prayer is that we don’t commemorate 41 years of that law being in effect, but that will take a miracle and a lot of passionate people working hard.  JOIN ME?