Saturday, June 21, 2014

Good Morning out there! We have been blessed with more rain! It is a beautiful, cloudy, homemade chicken soup kind of day! I've got a big pot of chicken noodle soup simmering on the stove, and a fresh pitcher of ice tea ready to drink! I'll heat up some buttered French bread and lunch will be served!
I really enjoy writing posts for my blog, it is like a journal for me. Someday my grandkids will grow up, and have families of their own. I hope that they will read the archives from my blog, and not only remember how very much I love them, what gifts their lives are to me, but what I stand for, what I believe in. I hope it will help guide them along their life's path way.


I read an article that was in Wednesdays newspaper. It was an article about Wendy Davis, her filibuster last year, and several pro-abortion groups celebrating the one year anniversary on June 25th. I've been thinking and praying about my response to the article, so here it goes.
This was the headline: Advocates mark filibuster anniversary
Pro-abortion rights groups renew efforts
The following paragraph is why I knew I had to speak my mind:
"This month, in a fundraising email, the Davis campaign let supporters have a chance to win a pair of pink running shoes like the ones Davis wore during her filibuster."
I feel like my best response is the letter I wrote to the newspaper, that was published in The View Points Section after her filibuster last summer. This letter was published on July 4, 2013.


Dear precious babies in the womb, I'm writing this letter to you, the innocent victims of abortion. Please know that there are many pro-life people and organizations that are praying for you, we are fighting for your lives. There are so many moms and dads who would love to adopt you, who are on a long waiting list in hopes of adopting a baby just like you.
I'm telling you this because I am so heart-broken and ashamed of how pro-choice people are acting. I read an article in Monday's paper about Wendy Davis, the Democratic State Senator "whose filibuster against Texas abortion restrictions gained her national fame." She said "she has been fielding congratulatory calls from around the world since her marathon filibuster." I am sick to my stomach, thinking about people doing "high fives" because you, the unborn, can still be aborted after twenty weeks. Do these people hear the words that are coming out of their mouths? I assume that these same people realize that your mother is five months pregnant at twenty weeks, and that a sonogram will show if you are a baby boy, or a baby girl, a son or a daughter. I am so sorry that women and men have made you their political stepping stone, their so called rise to fame.
The sad, ugly irony is that these same political figures scream about how the discrimination and bullying has got to stop, yet your life will end because of their discrimination against you, you are not old enough, not big enough. They are the biggest hypocrites of all. They are afraid to stand up for you because it's just not politically correct it's not the popular thing to do.
Today I make a vow to you, the innocent babies in the womb, I will not be silent, I will not give up.
I will continue to pray that your mothers and fathers see what a gift from God you truly are. As a pro-life Catholic I have never voted for anyone who is pro-choice, and I never will.
Sweet tiny babies in your mother's womb, I will fight for you, I will weep for you, I will pray for you until I draw my last breath. I am woman hear me roar-Wendy Davis does not speak for me!


That filibuster, that letter I wrote in response, is one of the reasons I started my blog. I'm not a political figure, not anybody important, but I have a voice and I made a vow to the unborn. My blog, the posts I write come from my heart and are the only way I know how to try and reach people, to try and make a difference.
The final point I want to comment on is the one from this weeks article about winning a pair of pink running shoes like the ones Wendy Davis wore during her filibuster. The appropriate color should be red, the color of blood.
Sweet, tiny babies in your mother's womb, I will fight for you, I will speak up for you, I will do my best to help others see, the only pink or blue running shoes should be for your precious tiny feet.





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