The Baby Dress

Connections.  Each day  I awake with anticipation and wonder with a prayer from my heart. “Lord, I am willing. Please use me to plant and water your seeds with little acts of service from a loving heart and not a dutiful heart.”  Indeed,  a  glance  of love from the heart catching the other’s eye,  may transcend mundane moments  into heaven sent grace filled moments.

Last Saturday was a dot connecting grace filled moment. I showed up at a Planned Parenthood with a few of my pro life signs and a baby dress. I prayed, Lord use me I am willing to do my little part to smile, wave and encourage the driver to stop and chat as they pull in to the mill.

The car pulled in, I caught the eye of the passenger. He seemed to be in his late teens. I motioned him to roll down his window. In one of my hands I carried a red, white, and blue frilly baby dress. He rolled it down as I smiled warmly and noticed the young black teen gripping the wheel and glancing at the adorable baby dress.

I said, “I can help. Here’s a baby dress for you and your baby. We have resources to help you. Your sweet baby wants to live.” 

They both paused and the boyfriend reached for the dress. Within seconds, the pregnant teenager, begins sobbing uncontrollably. Another pro life counselor reaches the driver side and we both encourage her to turn her car around and talk.

30 minutes later this young couple felt our love, support to help them choose life and walk the journey of deepening faith, hope, and love.

Thank you Jesus for allowing me to suit up and show up. May all pregnant women contemplating abortion see their beautiful child as a heavenly sent gift. This soul  longs to be born and experience the beauty of your awesome creation from natural birth to natural death. Lord give us willing feet and rescue the innocent from pending death.

Romans 10:15

“And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”

Luke 10:2 

“The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few; so ask the master of the harvest to send out laborers for his harvest. “

Taking the Next Right “trip”

It had been one of those days at the mill. The weather was a mere 102. My clothes were sticking to me as I walked back and forth praying my rosary hoping for a miracle between the cracks in the sidewalk. This particular Wednesday afternoon, the parking lot was overflowing with cars and people hanging outside the Planned Parenthood patio. Dads,  grandmas, and children wait under brightly colored umbrellas while their daughter, wife, girlfriend abort.

We live in strange times to say the least where right is wrong and wrong is right and truth is relative to any given moment. In other words, a culture of narcissism surrounds us clothed in reason according to my understanding void of true selflessness.  I  continued praying my rosary, step by step as the security cameras and armed guard kept a close eye on me. That afternoon  I talked to a few women and young teenagers and passed out info about NFP and pro life literature with joy hoping at least I might save a future child, if I can encourage the women going in for birth control to consider natural family planning and chastity before they say I DO.

The time went by quickly, and as I was gathering my signs and nodding good bye to the security guard, I noticed a car pull in front of PP without going into the parking lot. Their windows rolled down and seemed to be pondering a decision to turn in or not.  I didn’t have my literature on me as it was a good distance away.  I quickly approached the car window  with no literature and asked, “Do you have an appointment at Planned Parenthood today?”

The young Hispanic driver, answered “yes.”

His girlfriend; with her head down, did not answer.” Are you pregnant?  I asked  with forthrightness.

She said with no emotion, ” We are coming back this afternoon.”

“You must get an ultrasound!  Your child is precious and is innocent of whatever circumstances brought you to this cross road!   Abortion does not take away motherhood. You will be a mom no matter what, grieving the tragic death of your child or celebrating life as a single mom or a mom who chooses open adoption !”

I emphatically pleaded and continued. “There is a free medical clinic around the corner, they are open right now!  Let me get you the info and address!”

The boyfriend looked relieved that perhaps his girlfriend might change her mind.

I turned around and walked a few steps and suddenly I was on the ground completely flat on my stomach with my phone bouncing out of my hand and a sharp pain pierced my rib and right knee. I laid on the grass  for a few moments, praying this couple would not leave as I had tripped on a tree root!  (see photo below).  Without missing a beat, I pulled myself up with  pain in my rib and knee, and quickly  grabbed my literature along with a Donald Duck baby bib and ran back to the car.

” Honey, here you go!  I am fine. Still walking!”  Ironically, my untimely trip  gave me a bit more time to share with them and encourage  both of them to choose life! As they had heard my fall and groaning.  They eagerly  took the baby bib and pro life literature. I reached for the boyfriend’s hand squeezed it and looked deep into their eyes, and said, thank you for choosing life. She smiled back and held the tiny bib in her hand.

I knew a child had been saved  as I took the next right trip!

Indeed, All of heaven rejoiced! On this day Roe vs Wade was overturned.

Growing One Blade At a Time

The other day at my local Planned Parenthood, the armed guard informed me that he was recently hired by the woman who owns the home next door to protect her growing grass. MADNESS is an understatement.   SEE PHOTO ABOVE.

The guards were happy to assist her as it makes it now impossible for us to use this public area to post our signs and attempt to save lives.  I asked the guard, “help me understand.You are hired to protect growing grass, and not growing babies in the womb?”

” Insanity is an understatement.” I emphatically stated as well.

He replied, “Lady, I am just doing my job.” I said nothing but a silent prayer. Indeed, Jesus weeps with us.

I pondered the insanity and thought, babies in the woman are being pulled out of their mother’s womb one limb at a time while the protected  blades of grass  have the freedom to grow one blade at a time safely  protected by armed guards  with the flags and border as pictured above.

Why not this Lenten season  grow our own pro life blades of hope and encourage others to suit up and show up at abortion mills across our nation  with rosary and/or prayers and a willing heart to encourage abortion minded men and women to turn their cars around and embrace life no matter the cost.

In the meantime, we might all spiritually adopt an unborn child this Lenten season and pray a simple prayer every day for 9 months  written by Bishop Fulton Sheen:  “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, save the babies. I beg you to spare the life of _____________ (name your child)  the unborn baby that I have spiritually adopted who is in danger of abortion.”

Note: Write the prayer on a 3×5 card  and/or  keep it on your I phone as a daily reminder by your computer with today’s date and the end date. Simple to do and most important we are helping heaven saving a growing baby one limb at a time! 

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Whatever you do…

Whatsoever You Do   Click on this Link to an amazing speech by Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Happy New Year!  As we lean into this new year let us not forget  who we are and why we need to keep seeking Him with all our hearts, soul and mind as we are living in a culture of death. It will become more and more apparent every day  that people of faith, hope, and  love will be greatly despised.   I pray abundant courage and perseverance  for all of us during these difficult days.

When the storm clouds gather, and the fear grips our often stony , and distracted heart, I pray we will have the eyes to see the silver lining in the storm. What is that silver lining?  Our  ego begins to die and we begin to serve others and not self.

During World War II, Anne Frank’s family and neighbors huddled together to survive. Because of their pressing living conditions, ego was choked out and love surfaced. All their walls came tumbling down and the question well what about me and my needs seems absolutely absurd in the face of much suffering and hardship.  Their  harsh reality of possible death in a concentration camp or to be discovered in their hiding place kept ego at bay. My prayer for all of us is to live in the reality that we are called to live with the day of our death held in our heart more than the closeness of our  ego feeding gadgets around us. Tragically, we quickly  forget who we are and that whatever we do in love and not ego, we do for Him whom we live and breathe and have our very being.

I have attached above a great Pro Life ego smashing speech given by Mother Teresa back in 1994 at a National Prayer Breakfast in DC.  It is challenging to live her message of love when we seem to like the familiar mirrors of illusion and vanity more.   Mother Teresa PRAY FOR US.  Help us to bloom where we are planted.

What Child is this that lay to rest?

Christmas Eve is fast approaching. In a few hours, families will gather to worship the little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.  He is our only hope of salvation against the vortex of death swirling around us while helpless babies laying asleep in their mother’s womb are being suctioned away and sold to the highest bidder on this Christmas Day.

                                                AWAY IN A COFFIN

Away in a coffin, no womb for a bed, The little poor baby  could not lay down his sweet head.

The  angels in the sky looked down where the child once lay, The little poor baby weeping and wailing he makes.

I pretend to love Thee, My Lord Jesus, turn away from me I plead, And keep away from my side till morning is nigh.

Be far from me , Lord Jesus, I beg Thee  to leave, I pray

Utilize all the parts of my baby for worldly care,  And take me to hell, to live apart from Thee there.

Our world  has thrown away the manager and the baby for the passing pleasures of the moment never asking or pondering the question;

” What Child is this, who laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping?  

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping?

This , this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, Haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary.”

Mary Christmas indeed in this year of mercy.

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