...and she cries.

Do you know who Joey Feek is? I did not until very recently. I saw a little family who love Jesus. Joey and Rory are Christian entertainers. And she has stage four cancer. Their story is here.

I am helpless. And in the end, alone. When I die, no one comes with me. I can't imagine staring at that empty side of our bed. Now and then I'll find myself worrying about losing him. My fear can outdo me, but God has other plans. His plan of Salvation is my remedy, my strength, my rock. If it were not for Him, for Jesus, I would drown.

There are so many stories of terminally ill people, they grasp for one extra shred of LIFE, one more DAY, while women end the lives of their children for the crime of being unplanned. Life for one is immeasurable and priceless, for others it's 'choice'.

So I come home after seeing women march their unborn children into a modern day Auschwitz while another mother struggles to stay alive to care for her family. I wonder how many unborn babies died today, at the hands of people who are chosen by God to protect them. The disparity is more than I can bear. On days like this I try to drown out what I've seen all morning. I realize how human I really am. SO, more noise, the better - because I cry.

But don't despair, I get it! Tragedy will strengthen another's faith. People have this all wrong! Whatever God has allowed will glorify Him no matter what we try to do. My abortion in 1978 was a TRAGEDY; well, it still is. But God took that and turned it around, saw others that need to be strengthened, and used this horrible thing to build them up.

It is tragic that this young woman may die, and it is a tragedy that over 3500 unborn babies will die that very same day. Don't see through the eyes of your humanity - instead, try to see through His eyes.

 "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33