"There are other people who are haunted by abortion, too. Nurses and doctors."
Sixty-two days. Today, my dear son or daughter, you are 62 days old. I say son or daughter, because, you are 62 days old in the womb today, so we don’t know a whole lot yet about you. But what we do know is this. You are ours and you are loved.
With an estimated 650,000 people expected to participate in the March for Life later this month, it bears reflecting on why, exactly, we participate. With the March for Life's hashtag, #whywemarch, you can share via social media why you march.
“With only a few weeks to go before the turning of the clock to a new calendar year arrives, perhaps instead of looking back at how much of our own "to do" list we accomplished...we measure our success with this one simple question:
I pinched my finger in a door the other day, and as I let out a yelp of pain in response, simultaneously, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind that I hadn't let cross it in a long time: 'I wonder how much pain I experienced during the abortion that I survived?'
November is Adoption Awareness Month. Adoption is the option that everyone can live with–the mother, the father, the extended families, and, literally, the child.
“They were called to be his parents, and I was just blessed to be a part of it.” These were the sentiments that a birthfather shared at New Life Family Services of Minneapolis, St. Paul and Rochester, Minnesota’s recent banquet in October.
“I’m so sorry I wanted you to terminate Emeri’s life.” These words spoken by a father to his daughter at a banquet for the Hope Pregnancy Center of Boone, North Carolina, last week were so heartfelt and so brutally honest that they resonated within the hearts of everyone present, including me.
What a difference a year makes. Last year, about this time, the Washington Post wrote a “fact check” article on the Susan B. Anthony List ad that I participated in entitled, “How Will You Answer?”