...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

Winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As I watch the season coming to a close, all of the evidence is there. The days become pale, trees sway in the wind grasping to its last leaf, gardens get thin and tired. Even the air smells different and the sunshine gets weary.

Winter is coming, the season's almost over.

In each of my seasons I see blunders, conquering feats, blessed quiet, and some increase. Every garden gets a little growth, you would think. Even with the best of intentions and love, sometimes that garden just will not thrive. I thought I could farm this wee bit of land that was given to me. I tried to raise the most beautiful garden the best I knew how, I prayed for guidance, I hoped for the right amount of rain. To my utter bewilderment, my wee farm will not thrive.

Then, it's time to get my hands into the soil again. Winter is coming, the season is almost over.

One day my wee bit of land was taken away. The more I tried to till and fertilize, the worse it got. I thought I was a failure. I believed that all the love I ever had just would not thrive in my wee farm, or anywhere else.  I cried at the disbelief of it all. And one day I realized it was never mine, I was only borrowing it until mine was ready.

Inconsolable. Still prideful. But winter is coming, the season is almost over.

I miss that bit of land. I loved it more than it loved me. I tried hard, I really did. But one day, when I would have never expected it, I was given another wee farm to till. It was different than the first, it seemed much harder to work and love. I barely liked it. So I asked the Giver of the land, "Why me? What can I do? This land is hard and barren." All the Giver told me to do is to keep tilling, keep planting, and there will be increase.

Even so, winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As hard as this soil is, I continue to till and furrow the rows, to plant the seed, and wait for rain. I'm thankful the Giver of this land loves me so much that He trusts me with this wee bit of a farm. It is mine for a time, the seasons are almost over, and the harvest is very soon.

Don't lose heart, do not be grieved. Till your land, make your furrows, plant the seed. And the harvest will be great.

v35 Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every sickness and every disease among the people. v36 But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd. v37 Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. v38 Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:35-38

The Death Song of the Proabort Pundit

This morning I saw a quote from a prochoicer that stated 'abortion is a sign of failure'. That person is absolutely correct. But who's failure is it? With me, it was my failure as a 17 year old to not stand my ground with my mother. It was also my mother's failure as a parent and grandparent trying wipe her hands of the financial responsibility of her grandchild. It was the failure of the Church to say nothing about abortion, it's silence deafening. It was the failure of a nation that allowed Roe to be law. It was the failure of the Supreme Court to side with Sarah Weddington who seems to know what's best about unplanned and/or unwanted pregnancy.

Yes, abortion is a dismal failure. And we see it everyday on the faces of women and girls who think abortion is their only option. Experts in addiction say that there is a 'rock bottom' that addicts have to get to in order to get clean, to survive. I do not agree, and I've been on the other side of addiction. On this side, you see misery and hatred and emptiness and just one step from death. Then, are we to just wait until death is imminent or intervene with love and Jesus NOW?

Then, shouldn't we acknowledge that abortion is rock bottom and that an intervention could have saved BOTH the mother and the child's life? Jesus is always the answer to every question. But they need ears to hear: "How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?" [Rom 10:14].

In ministry, everyday is an adventure, everyday is an opportunity. Probably the most prayed prayer for me is asking God to send us someone to witness to, someone who needs a word from the Lord, someone who needs to hear that she's important to God.

But every once in a great while, a proabort pundit will show up on the sidewalk. They think abortion is the answer to every question. They scream at women entering that chop shop with pathetic 'I support your choice' rhetoric. Does the proabort pundit know that most women don't make this choice for herself? Does she know the order of command that forced her there that day? I wonder if this proabort pundit thought that her words would get her the high five she wanted. I'd say NO. Rather, she gets stunned looks of grief because of her failure who believes the only answer is to kill the unborn life within her.

This whole Planned Parenthood issue has brought out the demons that surround the Pink Palace of death. Every blog I read or comments on news stories are laced with filthy obscenities and lies. I expect this to happen on the sidewalk but when I'm out shopping while wearing a prolife tshirt OR proabort drivers hating my life and God affirming stickers on my car? How dare I save lives and show the love of Jesus!

The Word says: "For your sake, we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter," [Rom 8:36].

Take a breath, take one for the team, show the love of Jesus.

Dear Proabort Pundit - This is a public sidewalk. You may come here just like we can! ABSOLUTELY! But I challenge you with this: Offer real help and hope to pre-abortive women and post-abortive women because your usual I SUPPORT YOUR CHOICE vomit will not pay her rent, will pay for groceries, will not get her a ride to work, and will not help her support system. Abortion won't pay her bills, so will you step up and help her when she finds out you're a LIAR? Abortion kills unborn children. Never has abortion paid one bill. Never has abortion made her more powerful. Never has abortion been there in the middle of the night when she cries. Never.

Proabort Pundit, sing your song somewhere else while us grownups are sharing the love of Jesus with the lost and dying. Women come to this facility over her own failure. Their lives depend on a living Gospel, not proabort rhetoric.

Just ask the woman at the well [John 4:4-29], the woman caught in adultery [John 8:3-11] and the woman with the issue of blood [Luke 8:43-48].

It May be Summer, but Winter's coming.

It's nearly harvest time. Fruit trees are heavy with their sweet burden, soon the fields will be orange with pumpkins and other Autumn goodness. Crickets and cicadas are wonderfully loud. The days are just a bit shorter. God is working, He is changing things bringing our attention to the bounty to come.

Is Winter coming? Yes. But why are we so disappointed of its coming? Have you ever noticed the bright blue of the winter sky? And when every leaf has fallen to protect the soil for next spring, the browns and bronze and copper all glinting against the blue sky is glorious! Add a puff of an occasional white cloud to bring it all together. Yes, I can smell the snow coming.

Yet the gloominess will overcome now and then, the snow will fall. But sprinkle a little of the Plan of God on it and you'll see the beauty I see. He is always working, He is always there. Even the snug blanket that God puts on the earth does not keep Him from us!

With God, everything does work together with a well thought out and orchestrated plan that we cannot imagine or understand. But there is comfort and joy in knowing He is still there, even in the Winter of our days.

Yes, I'll miss the green grass and warm summer rain. I may even lament it a bit. But knowing that a new bounty is a grasp away renews my Faith and my resolve.

I'll miss you, Summer, but the Autumn of my days are here and I am looking forward to the Winter.

"Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest." John 4:35

The Prayer of the Sojourning Christian.

I cried, but no one heard.
I was hurt, but no one helped.
I fought alone to no avail,
I waited, but no one came.

I saw, but couldn't remember.
I heard, but couldn't discern.
I held out my hand, but it came back empty.
My heart hurt, and no one comforted me.

How can I love when I receive none,
Where is the delight in life?
Is it in the mirror looking back at me
Or is it in the eyes of another?

Lord! Come closer, be near me
Because my fight is harder than ever.
You are my only Joy, my Salvation
From a life of tears and remorse.

I have lost so much and gained little.
This world has spewed me out
But it won't let me go.
Let me go, world...I am not yours.

But I look up and see my Abundance
In a face I have not yet met.
His beauty is infinite, His love is unmatched.
Just a little while longer, He says, You are not done.

I hold my hands up to Him in Praise
and seek His warmth with sweet tears.
I am yours, I say, I am yours!
Touch me today, Lord...Touch me today!

I am a stranger, a sojourner in this world.
My woes are His, but the consequences are mine.
I look to Him, I Praise His name!
Until I cross that River, I will rest in Him!

©katherinemarple ©mylifeasachristian

"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Thoughts along the sidewalk of LIFE.

Today, a fellow prolife sidewalk advocate told a story of a new proabort 'deathscort' at an abortuary near his home. This 'man' called himself a non-denominational CHRISTIAN. Okay...that made me a bit SICK, but the reason - the excuse - this person is a clinic 'escort' is "...if there was no abortion facility available, two would die instead of one".

There is a certain insanity with sin, but leading the innocent into the fiery furnace is abominable. What this so-called Christian deathscort does to the unborn and their mothers is not one bit different than what ISIS does OR what Hitler did. There are so many people who really believe that they are 'making a difference' by doing this thing. God is not pleased and He does NOT forget. 

A few months ago, we went to a hearing for a local late-term abortionist and saw 'women' from NARAL sporting signs that actually said PROCHOICE CHRISTIAN, among other things. My dear reader: THERE IS NO SUCH THING. You are either prochoice or a Christian. Period.

On the sidewalk this week, I saw a young woman who had a brand new car, still had the temp tags on it...and getting an abortion. She chose her new car over her own child. Now, if women did that AFTER the baby is born, it's a felony punishable by many years of prison. However, today, as long as the baby isn't born yet, no problem. 

Moms bring daughters all the time. These girls look lonely and totally uninformed of what is about to happen. And their moms really don't think they have anyone to answer to after their daughter's abortion. All they see is the money saved from buying diapers, formula, clothes, carseats, strollers, etc. An unborn child is a commodity, a non person who died so she can keep herself in long nails and skinny jeans. 

I assure you, that after nearly 38 years, I will never forget that my mother forced me to kill my baby FOR HER. She has never shown remorse or even acknowledged the abortion of her very own grandchild. All of these moms who bring daughters have no responsibility in this at all. As I walk the sidewalk, pray and observe, this is still at the very surface of my soul, a grim reminder of this insanity of sin that is perpetrated at least 3500 times per day in AMERICA. 

Even as a #Prolife Activist, birthdays ain't my thing.

I'll clarify: I don't celebrate my birthday. Ever.

"But you are a prolifer," you're thinking. Yes, I am, probably the most obnoxious and out loud one you'll find. And it's not an 'age' thing or anything like that. It's that I was privileged TO be born while millions and millions have not.

My husband and I have literally fought over this. He wants to celebrate my birth with all the pomp and circumstance he can muster. He's the best guy ever. He is so precious to me.

Maybe I'm wrong. It's not a martyr thing, I assure you. I don't like attention. I don't like making a day 'mine', I hate that even on this day, the anniversary of my birth, over 3500 babies will lose their lives and never have their birthdays. Ever.

I wish I could explain this better. But just know that I thank God every day for my great health and the many blessings He has given me, despite my occasional disobedience. I thank God that He gave ME His only Son to save me from an eternal HELL.

Seriously, what more could I possibly want or need? I'd rather see that all unborn children be given the chance to have their first birthday; a life with a plan known to God and peace. Especially peace.

Not a great week for Constitutional Rights and Freedoms.

So much happening lately; too much, really. I wonder at times what much go through God's mind when He sees the unquenchable hatred for Him. Jesus died for each one of us and gets ridiculed and mocked for it by blood thirsty homosexuals partying in the streets for gay marriage.

It's interesting how gay marriage came WAY after IVF. The argument was that a gay 'union' cannot procreate, then cannot sustain the earth's population. But as 'science' continued to be as God, it now resembles what the godless wants: To create life, to BE God. Pandora's Box pretty much puked up everything.

The Supreme Court has made it's way to making a new federal state, much like a 51st state, one that will rule the nation. SCOTUS is much like God haters who try to dispel him, Constitutional laws made and were once protected are now just toilet paper to these hags that are appointed, not elected BY THE PEOPLE....you know, to protect the people....from them.

America is becoming what England was: Patriarchal and persecutors. Even after all the war and the blood shed, the Constitution has become worthless as the SCOTUS continues its rampage like Godzilla over Tokyo.

Ironclad prolife laws in Texas are overturned putting unborn Texans at risk of death and dismemberment, a Ten Commandments monument in Oklahoma is suddenly unconstitutional, most abortion 'clinics' are protected even though settled state law says no, "Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that "Mississippi may not shift its obligation with respect to the established constitutional rights of its citizens to another state". And add trying to deface and erase American Civil War History as if it never happened.

Loud. Audible. Sigh.

State sovereignty. Tenth Amendment. This was to protect the people, not become some kind of socialistic dynasty. And then it seems as if this is all lulling us asleep while Greece is about to default and ISIS threatening Fourth of July celebrations.

Christians have to abide by man's law but we are supposed to TRUST GOD. He is our salvation, not the SCOTUS. Just like all of us, even they have to answer to God for their actions.

 

Even so, Joy Comes in the Mourning.

I went to an Infant Loss Memorial recently. It's for the loss of children through miscarriage, abortion, perinatal, SIDS, etc. It was a beautiful ceremony, Christ-centered, tactful, loving, and safe. It was a good place to mourn our children, to have fellowship with other moms, to tell stories, share testimonies, offer hope.

During the memorial, we were offered a candle to light for our children, to offer them to God if they had not yet done so. I remember thinking there isn't enough candles for my losses, my children. Yes, it's symbolic. Some people need that, the ceremony. And tragically, some parents have not 'offered' their child to the Lord. It's truly a process just for the parents because God has already accepted them. But we need to know He is with them, we need that comfort.

I was victimized by abortion and suffered miscarriages. Women told stories of their children and loss. It was wonderful to see married couples there because sometimes husbands don't want to face the loss or doesn't believe there really was a loss. To some, people just die. For others, there just isn't enough candles.

"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." ~ 1Thessalonians 4:14

While I have loss, and it was tragic, others walk a harder walk: "...while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us," [Rom 5:8]. Us...each and every one of US.

I thank God my hope is in Jesus, because sometimes...there just isn't enough candles.

Deep in the Heart of Texas, Life still happens.

So much, not enough, out to lunch is what this week seems like. People grab at you, family spurns you, even the weather wouldn't cooperate. It's been gray and rainy the entire time. I know that I know THAT I KNOW to listen to God, and we should have waited a week.

But that's okay. The storm was going to be literally waiting for us. Every. Day.

It's a hard thing, being a parent to adult kids. If there is one thing I can tell you that has changed since I was young is this: RESPECT. No one, not one kid, has any respect for their parents and grandparents anymore. We've found out the hard way that money does not buy their respect, but they sure don't mind taking it - money AND respect....on their terms.

Where did we go wrong? I don't think WE did anything to deserve this. Adult kids and teen kids feel the freedom to tell us to go **** ourselves, tell us their lousy life is all our fault, while they are all stuck in a life they created for themselves that we cannot change for them. Sometimes I feel helpless, but not paralyzed, much to their chagrin.

I think we need to take a break from their assaults but my heart and God wants me to continue to reach out. And we will. Until our dying breath....whether they like it or not.

Sometimes the phone doesn't ring...even on Mother's Day.

And that's okay. When adult kids become...adults...they do what they 'want', or in this case, NOT what I want.

And that's okay. Because they haven't learned that parents have an expiration date, adult kids don't have the ability to appreciate the time we have left, whatever that is.

And that's okay. As time goes on, I remind myself and other parents that respect should come with love but be aware that it may not. Yes, the kids love their parents but have little respect for our commitment to them even into their adult years.

And that's okay. Since we do not know what day will be our last, parents try to jostle the adult kid's memories of important dates to US, like birthdays and anniversaries so that we can pass that mantle onto them. After all, someone has to continue all of the traditions that even they have grown accustomed to. But they forgot, life got in the way; most of those traditions have gone to the wayside, long forgotten.

And that's okay. Do we have regret? No, disappointment maybe, but not regret. When we have these wonderfully squirmy smooshy cooing babies we don't think about how they will ignore us, or even worse, hate us when they become adults. Somehow, it's all our fault.

And that's okay. Because I know that for some unreasonable reason to me, God gave us children. GAVE. He trusted us, me, to raise a child He created. And all we have to do is love them, raise them in they way they should go, and believe God for even the littlest of things.

And through it all, I'm so thankful to God for the privilege of being the woman chosen to be the mother of these children. And, that's okay.

....and then there's the day AFTER Mother's Day.

Mother's Day is not what it is for everyone else.

I have learned a long time ago not to wait by my telephone on Mother's Day. Sometimes it rings, sometimes it doesn't. This is why my husband and I usually take a day trip that day. We really love to get out and drive the countryside, see and hear God's creation, give Glory to God....because sometimes, my telephone doesn't ring.

It doesn't ring for everyone else, either. I know too many moms who have been rejected by their adult kids. I have grown accustomed to the disrespect and hate, I can't change them. So, I have to change ME.

Parents have to not look back but blaze a trail FORWARD. If we are forgiven by God, then who are they to keep us in THEIR subjection? That, my friends, is being held hostage. And I won't live like that....anymore.

There are other victims of Mother's Day: post abortive women, women who miscarried, kids in foster care, adopted kids, the brokenhearted, etc. A victim stays a victim until you escape. A holiday does not identify who we are to God. We are His, we are forgiven; if our kids can't forgive, then too bad. I can't live in the memory they have for us for the rest of THEIR lives.

My husband honors me for Mother's Day. He always has. He knows that this day is really about MOM, they one who gave life, the one who loves unconditionally, the one who is there when she's not needed or wanted. I have made mistakes just like every other person in the world, but I certainly don't need a holiday to remind me of it.

Happy Day After Mother's Day:

v16 Thus says the Lord:

“Refrain your voice from weeping,
And your eyes from tears;
For your work shall be rewarded, says the Lord,
And they shall come back from the land of the enemy.
v17 There is hope in your future, says the Lord,
That your children shall come back to their own border." Jeremiah 31:15-17

HEY! Who's the Parent Around Here??? The Answer is Not What You Think.

What are we teaching our kids? What are we teaching our ADULT kids? Have you made a public profession of continuing to be their parent OR do you think they really aren't paying attention?

Sounds weird, eh? Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

Parents preach what they want from kids but do they actually DO rather than just preach? I've often thought that being a parent is like being a Pastor of a church...or is it the other way around, I wonder. Anyway, God gives us these wonderful little people to love and teach so that they can do the same for their children. Instead, kids react to what they SEE rather than HEAR.

Jesus told us to get the LOG out of our own eye before we can tell our brother to get the speck out if his [Matt 7:3-5]. Excellent advice, I'd say. But few take it.

Then, are parents just a spring of advice or are they doers? Obviously, we should be both. Before I came to Christ many years ago and a parent, I preached all kids of stuff to the kids without backing it up. Most parents do. We see the freight train coming, we feel the storm about to erupt, WE KNOW. But what kids remember is quite a bit different of us parents trying to keep them out of a busy street with cars speeding toward them.

After I became a Christian, ALL of these things became crystal clear. I spoke it, didn't do it, and neither did my kids....then or now. So, I had to get my credibility back as their parent and keep it as a Christian. After all, God is who I have to answer to, ultimately.

When our adult kids do dumb stuff, bad things, or get caught up in another's web, they come out swinging remembering what they thought was 'cool dad' or 'fun mom' instead of the real deal life issues we tried to tackle when they were little. I guess what I'm trying to say is that parents will get the blunt end of everything, we have to persevere, the kids have to redirect their pain and suffering, and in the meantime we have to not be hurt by their disparity or disinterest or disbelief in us. The blame game is getting very old.  

Life isn't Nintendo. Remember when a Nintendo game made everything better? Ahhhh the 80's; no smartphones, no computers, no tablets, NO SOCIAL MEDIA! But even back then we left them in front of that game like some kind of cheap babysitter hoping for 'the best'. It made them happy then, but the 'best' came and went and left one heck of a mess.

Just like you and everyone else, I am still parenting adult kids - but this time I'm doing it with the help of God, trusting God, and showing them the love OF God for themselves and their lives.

God is really is the only way to having successful adult kids so they can have their own extraordinary families.

The Parent Ship in the Storm When LIFE Happens

As a Christian and a parent, I have learned to trust God with the big stuff, and not so big stuff. I don't nag, but I will answer a question as I feel God would want me to and back it up with love and kindness. My opinion may not be popular, but then again, I am their parent first.

I'm a results person. In other words, we are HERE now [like those maps in amusement parks say] and after going through getting HERE, only results matter. The way HERE was tumultuous and contrary to my better judgement for them, made me lose sleep, prayed and prayed - and I'm sure that the way HERE made me a special kind of insane. So the fact that I'll have a Godly answer is kind of impressive, especially since I feel like I've aged about 100 years over it.

Complaining now is not only counterproductive, but makes the situation take two steps back when we need a miracle; and miracles only go forward.

Having adult kids is HARD. Did I say it was HARD?? After taking one of my adult kids to the doctor recently, I got this revelation that I'm just his ride there. In other words, the doctor has no legal reason to tell me anything about his appointment. I just sat there quite befuddled and a little hurt. The kids are adults, have children of their own. What's a mom of adults kids to do in these situations? I'll let you know when I find out ;)

God has made a way with us to take care of our adult kids for prolonged periods of time to nurture, mend, love, and just plain help when life gets really HARD. A recent article said that 1 in 6 adults have moved back 'home'. I think it's much more than that. This world had made it very hard for kids to be on their own today. Rent is astronomical, pay is getting lower and lower, student debt is insane, good jobs are sparse, and if they are single parents, quadruple the hardship...at least.

And even though God has made a way for us to be that blessing - the ship in the storm - it may not be so to kids who won't let us. We nearly bought a house to do this, just to be told no at the very last minute. Or they leave too early and unprepared and find themselves broke or homeless, or both AGAIN. They always need money yesterday, no one plans for anything, so when I'm left holding the bag I usually don't have much to work with. I have to start over for them, get back to the basics of life.

I just wish that they wouldn't let it get so bad that it gets this HARD.

Sometimes, that horse won't drink no matter how you try. So, what's a parent to do? TRUST GOD. KEEP TRUSTING GOD. DID I MENTION TO TRUST GOD?

Oh, and keep a light on. You never know when the phone or doorbell will ring.

A Mom is a Mom FOREVER.

Even when they are adults, on their own, we still fret and want to fix whatever is wrong. I'm a mom to a man who has a child of his own...but still his mom. And I want to fix it for him.

It's not about smothering, it's about knowing the path he's about to take and I want to keep him from harm. Is that so wrong? Of course not. I've been fighting for him since I found out I was pregnant over 30 years ago. After losing a child to a coerced abortion in the 70's, I fought for him. You see, my mother tried to force me to abort again and this time, I SAID NO. Even though I had NO plan, NO resources, NO help. I fought anyway.

And I'm still fighting for him, and I will until either my last breath or his. Only death can separate us.

When I see him hurting, I hurt for him even if his choices weren't so good. He's my kid, my son...my baby.

After having him for a few weeks to help him get back on his feet, I know I have to give him back. I don't want to. I hate doing it. I want to stand between him and life on the other side of my front door to shield him. But I know I have to give him back...right into the hands of what hurt him.

I have to trust God with every step he's taken in his life and in his future. God wants him to be victorious, not to fail, and glorify Him in the process. I know this. I mean, I REALLY KNOW THIS. But it does't make it any easier to let him go.

My son was a crisis pregnancy that did not succumb to an abortion. He was meant to be here, he was known to God before the very foundation of the world, and He gave him to me.

God gave me this incredible kid because even in His infinite wisdom, even though He created the entire world and universe, EVEN THOUGH He is GOD, He trusted ME....ME....to entrust this incredible life to birth, to love, to instruct, to be there in the worst of it, no matter what.

God trusted ME. I am forever grateful to a Holy God that would look at a mess like me and determine I am good enough to raise a child I was blessed with regardless of the circumstances.

There are no orphans of God. And not one of us are fatherless because we have a Father in Heaven who watches over....even me. 

#TOLERATION BYTES: Bringing True American Freedom Back to #Indiana

Dear Governor Mike Pence: THANK YOU! You have done more of what you promised than most other lawmakers in these United States ever attempt. No empty promises, no closed doors. And even though the usual suspects hate you and your pro-American agenda, WE APPLAUD YOU!

You have said a resounding NO to protecting certain social classes knowing that every American is protected equally under the current Federal law. You are keenly aware, as all lawmakers should be, of our fought for Constitution and its actual contents. Considering recent events, I have to wonder if anyone who believes themselves above the law has actual read what thousands of our forefathers died for. Certainly the Supreme Court and the current administration has decided themselves to be as God rather than the public servants they were elected for or appointed to be.

As your neighbor, we see what true prolife leadership can do to protect the absolute least of these. Thank you Governor Pence for doing what you can under the unconstitutional federal law of Roe v. Wade. It is clear that you value life more than the average Governor. As your neighbor, we see real trailblazing in the state to our West. Our own Governor promises to protect life and succumbs to 'business as usual' to protect his own personal agenda; he's already been politely and openly saying he will not sign the Heartbeat Bill into law if it has the chance to cross his desk.

Nationally, I am so proud of your stance against an agenda meant to force our businesses, family, schools and private lives into a bed of vipers. As pilgrims who escaped tyranny, our beloved United States of American has turned into exactly what we escaped hundreds of years ago. Every drop of blood spilled on every battle field, every life lost to protect our personal freedoms means nothing to those who believe themselves more evolved than true blue Bible believing Americans. Their personal evolution is jammed down the throat of every person living and breathing FREEDOM already fought for.

Governor Pence, there is nothing more detestable than the unthankfulness of one who spits on our Constitutional rights as free PRIVATE Americans to do business as we see fit, worship as we are led to, teach our own children, support our troops, own/operate/carry firearms, support unborn and born life, and to fly Old Glory over every bit of it.

As your neighbor, we thank you and we support you, especially through the NCAA-made debacle and their one-sided, lopsided, far-reaching attempt to shame you and your glorious state of Indiana. And as a Christian, we humbly accept our friends but do not hate them. After all, most of us were the 'least of these' before coming to Christ. The opposing agendas hate Christians, Christianity and Jesus Christ because they hate us. The LGBT has essentially made it their priority to shame Christians first then legislate their way to fully taking our rights AS Christians away. This is truly troubling to Christians and the Church who love, and do not hate, the sinner.

In closing, our agenda is laid clear: we are committed to support all life - born, unborn, regardless of their stage of life or waywardness - and defend each and every one. All that we ask is that they do not impede on our protected  Constitutional rights as American citizens, Hoosiers, Buckeyes, and the like.

In His Service,
Reverend Katherine Marple
KeepLifeLegal

FEMINISM: The Protected Class of 'Lady Parts'?

I was browsing blogs on WordPress regarding feminism and came across an interesting view: IF women in the US really believe their ‘rights’ have yet to be established, then perhaps they need to take a look at women in Africa or the Middle East. While the ignorance of women in this country actually have them fighting for their ‘lady parts’ to be a ‘protected class’, women elsewhere aren’t allowed to drive or shop alone or vote or have an opinion or be within a million years of being equal to their own sons or husband. Women in other countries fear DEATH while women in the US whine. 

True feminism isn’t about usurping authority over all mankind, it’s about being a WOMAN, the woman that God meant for us to be. Women are already equal to men, so stop the whining. It’s really pathetic to see ‘women’ pushing for their uterus to have its own vote. Are your lady parts ‘separate but equal’ to you? Think about that...are your ‘reproductive rights’ beginning to usurp YOUR autonomy and your own Constitutional rights? 

Women sell themselves to an agenda that says they can murder their own future. Abortion rights do not make a woman mightier, abortion makes them cowards. The term 'reproductive rights' is like saying jumbo shrimp. If you're not 'reproductive', then why does your uterus need 'rights'? 

Oh, and by the way, half of all abortions murders an unborn woman. No flies on you, eh?

And the Pastor's wife said, "Your signs are mean!" Really...so is ABORTION.

There are no coincidences, God has His reasons for people meeting - even on the sidewalk.

A young woman stopped by today at the abortion facility, on the facility side of the sidewalk in their parking lot. She wanted to debate the signs that are used with Viv, our anchor sidewalk counselor. Apparently this woman believed the 'signs made people feel bad'. And to Viv's credit, these were 'unborn development' signs, not the graphic aborted signs that are usually used. 

Her position was that Jesus would never do this to women....the signs and people trying to counsel abortion-minded women, coming to the sidewalk that is. It is an incredible thing that people still believe Jesus to be some kind of weakling who would not defend the lives of unborn babies or anything uncomfortable. But the incredible part is that this young woman complaining we are not being Christ-like is a Pastor's wife. Yes, a PASTOR'S WIFE.

"And I am a Christian," she said, "and a Pastor's wife." She did not help her position but it did tell the tale of why Christians and Churches don't show up to defend God's creation.

The gloves came off when she told me she 'could eat my lunch' with scripture to defend her herself and Jesus...and that's all I needed. I promptly let her know that 'Reverend' is in front of my name, ordained and licensed. I also let her know that she, her pastor husband and their church are not here standing in the gap to defend and protect the image of God: unborn children. I told her she needs to go back to the first chapter of Romans to remind herself how God feels about people that "also approve of those who practice them" [Rom 1:18-32].

They are in grave error; choosing to ignore the plank in their own eye is why they can't see the truth:

"v3 And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? v4 Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? v5 Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye." Matthew 7:3-5

I gave her plenty to think about. God brought this Pastor's wife to us so that He can break her comfort zone and break her heart over the daily murder of His creation. This article is not meant to bring condemnation to her [I am NOT God] but to bring awareness of what God really wants from her and the rest of us: OBEDIENCE.

Over 4000 unborn babies die every day because the church lays silent. The church always rests on what is comfortable rather than do what God called them to do. God NEVER calls anyone to do what is comfortable...EVER. 

What wouldn't Jesus do?  NOT show up. If Jesus turned over the money-changers tables in the temple, do you really believe Jesus would allow His creation to be disarticulated within the womb? "Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace but a sword", Matthew 10:34.

Then, what WOULD Jesus do? SHOW UP at the sidewalk and tell abortion-minded women they are killing His creation. Then Jesus would go to your 'church' and let them know they are NOT practicing or living His two commandments:

"v30 And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. v31 And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31

If the Church stays silent, abortion will never end. We try to contact and connect with churches all the time to help stand it the gap as Christ would but none call back, none show up.

I think that beam is so big in the Church's eye that it can't see past it to see their own error of not ministering to the 'least of these':

“v44 Then they also will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ v45 Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’" Matthew 25:44-45