More on Abortion.

             Righteousness and Law

Is murder wrong? What is the difference between killing a six week old baby, or a six month old child? Are babies really human in the womb? Are they just mounds of tissue?  If you went out today, bought a gun, and killed someone would you go to jail? Absolutely! In fact, you would most likely be tried for first degree murder! If this is the case, why is it OK to kill an unborn baby? Why is it OK to allow babies to be violently torn from their mother’s womb? If babies in the womb are just mounds of tissue, why can you see perfectly formed arms, legs, and faces, even as early as eight weeks?

Why are we scared to speak up? Why don’t we dare to speak for the ones who can’t speak for themselves? Are we really that weak? Are we really that scared? These children are dying! Why? There are women whose empty arms are aching to hold a baby, but they can’t.  Where is the value of human life? Have we really sunk so low as to allow this cruelty? The ground is crying out as life after life is buried in its depths.

The inadequate information given to pregnant women about their options is not enough. After an abortion, many women are faced with heartbreaking regret as a result of their decision. Abortion should not be a choice of convenience. Society needs to support the mothers who choose life. In addition, we need to change the adoption laws to make it easier for families to adopt the babies!

 We need to speak up, defend the rights of these children, and work on finding more solutions for life.  Life is sacred!  We need to be voices for the voiceless. When will America stand up for those who cannot?

Will my generation be the one to make the change or will we be silent like our ancestors?

 

 

 

 

 

12/12/12

It is 12/12/12 and ironically we are still breathing. The world has yet to end and apparently the Mayans were wrong. I just thought I would mention this while I was thinking about it. In the Bible it says that only God knows when the world will end not even the Angels know the day or time. So I think it is silly to try to guess. I think that people should cherish life and live each day like it’s your last, because in our sinful world you never know what could happen.

Couch to 5-K

This is a picture of my Mom and two of my Brothers (from left to right Josh, Mom, and Joe.) My Mom has worked SO hard to lose weight after having my youngest sister almost a year ago. She has lost almost 70 pounds!!!! I am really proud of her and I know everyone else is to. Yesterday for the first time EVER we went into an Aeropostale and she purchased a TEEN sweatshirt FOR HERSELF! Yikes! I NEVER thought I would see the day!! Then later that day she "borrowed" one of Joe's jackets. (I do not think he will be getting it back anytime soon. :) My Mom has become very active doing things like Zumba and 5-K's. A year ago she would NEVER have gone to a Zumba class or hardly considered a 5-K now she has done at least four 5-K's! (The fact that she was pregnant is just a minor detail) I am really excited that my Mom has become more active, she is now able to do things with us that she NEVER would have done before. (In the picture she is about to run in the Hot To Trot 5-K on Thanksgiving.)

Apparently I am choosing to post a condensed story I wrote. :/

Bright Lights

Bright lights sped by as Janie chatted with her parents, then all of a sudden the unthinkable happened.

Screak …Crash…Crunch…Bright lights…Screaming then silence. That’s all Janie wished she remembered about the accident that left her orphaned. She screamed in terror as images long buried reappeared. The blood and glass, the twisted metal, the tarp covered mounds. Then the memories shifted and she saw her ex-boyfriend Aiden hugging her at the funeral, telling her how sorry he was. The scene shifted again, she was at her grandmother’s house staring blankly at her new room.

 Janie woke up shaking and drenched with sweat, she looked around the familiar room that had been hers for the last five years. Now, instead of a beautiful Malibu beach house, she lived in a large rustic farm house in Lancaster Pennsylvania with her Amish grandmother.

Janie hurriedly got out of bed and started dressing in her forest green dress, black apron, and snow white cap. Now a beautiful girl of 19 Janie had fully adopted the Amish way of life, even getting a boyfriend in the process.  Suddenly Janie’s grandmother Rebekah Zook rushed into the room, causing Janie to jump and nearly fall over. “Janie” her grandmother said “I heard from you Aunt Martha that today is the day, Ruben has finished the house and he is coming tonight!” Janie turned to her grandmother with shining eyes “today” she gasped. “Yes” her grandmother said “Ruben is ready, and you must get ready as well.”

Janie spent the rest of the day doing various chores around the farm such as milking, cooking, and cleaning. Finally evening came, and Janie sat in her bedroom waiting for the bright lights that would signify a marriage proposal.  As it neared midnight, Janie let herself think about her old life, she wished her parents could see her now.  She was no longer a rebellious, spoiled teenager she was a kind, caring, hardworking adult.         

Suddenly the bright lights she had been waiting for flooded her room.  Janie opened the door and rushed down the stairs and into the arms of her future standing in the beam of the bright lights…

For my second post i wanted to tell the tale of a teenage girl....(Aka - Me :) )

There once was a girl named Emily she lived a happy life with her many "dwarves" - Did i say dwarves? I meant siblings. Anyway, this girl has a few close (As in you hurt them and I kill you :) )Friends and a lovable dog...Oh wait I don't currently possess a mangy mutt. Hmmmm....I really should remedy that... Her favorite activities include: School (most of the time) Reading (hence the title) and hanging with friends (aka continuing many never ending bantering sessions.) She loves her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ with all her heart. Her family means the world to her, and don't mess with ANY of her sisters...You won't live to tell the tale!

This would be me in a nutshell. I am zany and fun loving. I am also Very passionate about what I believe in so be prepared!

By the way where I live quiet is a relative term...I also love to sing so again I say be prepared!!!

A Dream...

So for my first ever blog post I wanted to post a hard hitting emotional article that I wrote...Needless to say most of the things I write are fun and entertaining this being the exception. (Notice the copywrite symbol...!)

A Dream

Emily Maine © 2012

Take a minute and imagine something for me. You are peacefully sleeping in your nice warm bed…and then you start dreaming a relatively peaceful uneventful dream. You are curled up in a fetal position in a cozy warm, dark, slightly sticky place. You start off being very confused and then..!!BAM!! You look at your hand and it is tiny! Then you realize you are sucking your thumb. This is when it hits you - you are a baby in a mother’s womb. In your slight discomfort by the fact that you realize you are naked and that’s not OK with you. You feel something, it’s something poking your leg. You being an “adult” naturally know what it is, it must be your twin that you didn’t know existed. Then the poking gets stronger and you realize you’re not being poked but pulled instead. You and your genius adult mind realize what is happening and you will your little self to move away as fast as you can, but you are powerless to the groping and pulling that’s being unleashed on your fragile self. You realize that you are being aborted and you are devastated to think that your mother didn’t want you enough, or care enough to give you life. To your horror, you feel the absolute worst pain you have ever experienced.  You realize you can feel everything that your baby self can feel. You are slowly being torn limb from limb and there is NOTHING you can do or say to make the pain go away. Nobody sees you as you writhe in agony.                                                  

All the doctors and nurses in their own little sterile minds see is a mound of messy tissue that they did the poor teenage girl on the operating table a favor by removing. They can’t hear your silent screams of pain or your whimpers as the pain slowly fades into a dull ache. They don’t see the glorious angels lifting you up into the heavens where a kind old man carefully stiches you back together and holds you tenderly while he bathes your little body with the sweetest smelling water in the world. The doctors and nurses in their own world won’t see you being held in the arms of Jesus while you pull his beard and he smiles and then tickles your cute belly. All they see is a lifeless messy blob of tissue, an outright inconvenience in their busy day. All the nurse can think about is her night on the town with her girlfriends. All the doctor can think about is the nice paycheck he will receive for ridding the world of yet another inconvenience. All the while, your mother is sitting in her car crying and wishing someone would hold her and tell her everything will be OK. That the lies and all the other things the nurses told her would go away. Most of all she wants you back inside of her where you belong. She wants the chance to hold you and love you.

 All of a sudden, you are rudely awakened by your alarm clock’s incessant blaring and whining for you to get your lazy self out of bed. Then you hear crying. You are horrified, and then you realize it’s the sound of your baby girl. She had also heard your alarm clock’s rude refrain and is now crying because she’s ready to eat.

A tune you are sure you have never heard before starts playing in your head…you think of words and you start singing the mysterious song to your little girl as you rock her tears away.

(Chorus)

Carried on wings like the angels, held in the Savior’s arms

Gently rocked as the little hearts beat, held in the arms of the King. X2

All of the tears here on earth will be dried

When hearts see this picture of life. As the angels hold the little ones tight in their arms, free from all pain and scars.

(Chorus) They were carried on wings like the angels, held in the Savior’s arms.

Gently rocked as the little hearts beat, held in the arms of the King. X2

All pain and sorrow on one blessed day will end, and God will roll back the clouds. He will say, “Come and see the children play here on my heavenly shores.”

(Chorus) They were carried on wings like the angels, held in the Savior’s arms. Gently rocked as the little hearts beat, held in the arms of the King. X2

 

                  This might be disturbing, gross, and I am sure there are many other words you could add. I don’t care because what I have written is real. It might even be happening; in fact it is probably happening as you are reading this.  Why? Why is it OK to kill an unborn baby? Why is it OK to allow babies to be violently torn from their mother’s womb? Why are we scared to speak up? Why don’t we dare to speak for the ones who can’t speak for themselves? Are we really that weak? Are we really that scared? These children are dying! Why? There are women whose empty arms are aching to hold a baby, but they can’t.  Where is the value of human life? Have we really sunk so low as to allow this cruelty? The ground is crying out as life after life is buried in its depths.                                                                                     

                  We need to speak up, defend the rights of these children, and work on finding more solutions for life.  Life is sacred!  We need to be voices for the voiceless. When will America stand up for those who cannot?

Will my generation be the one to make the change or will we be silent like our ancestors?