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An online 'wall' has been erected at

http://personhood.net/campaigns/memorial/

The goal is to offer your name to an unborn child as an acknowledgement of it's short lived life here.  For example, I chose the name 'Grace' with my middle name 'Marie' and my maiden name of 'Mayberry'.  I wrote a short memorial and had thus 'adopted' an unnamed number to bring an identity to its life.  While you're there, read some of the plaques.  If you're a Christian, take a minute to pray for the couples who regret their mistake and mourn the loss of their baby.  Our God is a God of healing.

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Posted: Mar 19, 2009 7:18pm
Nov 26, 2008

First and foremost, if you're not aquainted with Care2.com familiarize yourself immediately!!  It's an e-mail/ generate awareness for your cause/ make a difference kind of site.  I've been a member for about half a year and am just really starting to get involved.  Such wasted time, my greatest regret.I started, as you may have guessed by the blog title, a Pro-Life Advocacy group amid the sea of Pro-Choice options.  It's actually quite a liberal site, politically, but the great thing about the options are being able to support the causes you care about, given you're willing to host a group if none exsists yet.   Although I'm a Christian this is not a Christian based group.  I opened it to discover different belief systems and cultures that support the Pro-Life stance for their own reasons.  I'm passionate about this cause and want to expand it's voice.  I firmly believe that Pro-Life does not need to be based on Christian values to be valid.  If you would like to contribute to the group by commenting on your reasons for being pro-life, promote an awareness event or website, please drop by.| Views: 2 Votes: 0 Rating: 0.0

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Nov 26, 2008

First and foremost, if you're not aquainted with Care2.com familiarize yourself immediately!!  It's an e-mail/ generate awareness for your cause/ make a difference kind of site.  I've been a member for about half a year and am just really starting to get involved.  Such wasted time, my greatest regret.

I started, as you may have guessed by the blog title, a Pro-Life Advocacy group amid the sea of Pro-Choice options.  It's actually quite a liberal site, politically, but the great thing about the options are being able to support the causes you care about, given you're willing to host a group if none exsists yet.   Although I'm a Christian this is not a Christian based group.  I opened it to discover different belief systems and cultures that support the Pro-Life stance for their own reasons.  I'm passionate about this cause and want to expand it's voice.  I firmly believe that Pro-Life does not need to be based on Christian values to be valid.  If you would like to contribute to the group by commenting on your reasons for being pro-life, promote an awareness event or website, please drop by.

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Posted: Nov 26, 2008 6:18am
Nov 25, 2008

My cat talks to me.  I mean sure at first you think it’s your imagination.   Really, how cool would it be to be able to have conversations with your cat (think twice and read Tobermory by Saki).  I should really say ‘cats’ only because 2 out of my 3 full grown cats very clearly communicate with me.  The third cat I don’t think feels I’m worthy of communication and keeps to herself.  So beyond imagination, my husband and I are tallying quite a few assumptions- some admittedly are ignorant of  conspiracy theory but the more sane ones involve the usual possibilities; the cats are of course not of this earth, the cats are actually the dominant species and we are unwittingly under their control, the cats are putting us through training for some greater otherworldly purpose.  You know just brain-storming stuff.  But I’ll get back to the proof.  Sure, a cat’s body language says a lot but I’m not even talking body language here.  I’m talking full ‘verbal’ communication.  Example 1, I’m sitting here checking my e-mail and the mother of the new kittens starts to coo at me.  I turn my head and say hello and get back to work.  More cooing, clearly she has something to say.  I look back and ask her what she wants.  She starts to head toward my bedroom, stops and coos some more.  Okay, I get up and head to the bedroom (where she used to have her kittens until one evening she woke me up by putting one of her kittens on my bed.  I missed the point and put it back in the closet.  The next day after I had awakened and consumed caffeine, apparently having learned that I can’t translate while half asleep, she shows me her desire for me to move her kittens from the floor to a warmer surface.   She chooses the sofa.  Now typically the mother cat will move each kitten herself, but these kittens are extra squirmy and I think she was having trouble.  Okay, back to the story)  So I follow her into the room only to have her look up at me.  I pick her up and pet her.  Stroking her lovingly, I talk to her, tell her she’s pretty and lead her to the kitchen.  After all, I thought, she must have forgotten her food isn’t in the bedroom anymore.  I put her down, satisfied that I’ve helped appease an inferior.  She nibbles a bit, gets a drink, and 3 minutes later places herself in the exact previous position by my computer chair and coos.  I have sipped a bit of my coffee at this point and I get it.  She wants her kittens back on the floor and off the sofa.  Not quite strong enough to jump down, but needing to walk around and practice their legs she wanted to show them the apartment, and she needed my help.  Wow.Stay tuned for reason 2 of why I think my cat’s are capable of running the world.| Views: 10 Votes: 0 Rating: 0.0

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Nov 25, 2008

My cat talks to me.  I mean sure at first you think it’s your imagination.   Really, how cool would it be to be able to have conversations with your cat (think twice and read Tobermory by Saki).  I should really say ‘cats’ only because 2 out of my 3 full grown cats very clearly communicate with me.  The third cat I don’t think feels I’m worthy of communication and keeps to herself.  So beyond imagination, my husband and I are tallying quite a few assumptions- some admittedly are ignorant of  conspiracy theory but the more sane ones involve the usual possibilities; the cats are of course not of this earth, the cats are actually the dominant species and we are unwittingly under their control, the cats are putting us through training for some greater otherworldly purpose.  You know just brain-storming stuff.  But I’ll get back to the proof.  Sure, a cat’s body language says a lot but I’m not even talking body language here.  I’m talking full ‘verbal’ communication.  Example 1, I’m sitting here checking my e-mail and the mother of the new kittens starts to coo at me.  I turn my head and say hello and get back to work.  More cooing, clearly she has something to say.  I look back and ask her what she wants.  She starts to head toward my bedroom, stops and coos some more.  Okay, I get up and head to the bedroom (where she used to have her kittens until one evening she woke me up by putting one of her kittens on my bed.  I missed the point and put it back in the closet.  The next day after I had awakened and consumed caffeine, apparently having learned that I can’t translate while half asleep, she shows me her desire for me to move her kittens from the floor to a warmer surface.   She chooses the sofa.  Now typically the mother cat will move each kitten herself, but these kittens are extra squirmy and I think she was having trouble.  Okay, back to the story)  So I follow her into the room only to have her look up at me.  I pick her up and pet her.  Stroking her lovingly, I talk to her, tell her she’s pretty and lead her to the kitchen.  After all, I thought, she must have forgotten her food isn’t in the bedroom anymore.  I put her down, satisfied that I’ve helped appease an inferior.  She nibbles a bit, gets a drink, and 3 minutes later places herself in the exact previous position by my computer chair and coos.  I have sipped a bit of my coffee at this point and I get it.  She wants her kittens back on the floor and off the sofa.  Not quite strong enough to jump down, but needing to walk around and practice their legs she wanted to show them the apartment, and she needed my help.  Wow.

Stay tuned for reason 2 of why I think my cat’s are capable of running the world.

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Posted: Nov 25, 2008 7:46am
Nov 23, 2008

I don't even know how many of you out there are pro-choice or what your individual reasons are for choosing your stance but I understand you are each intellegent and stand firm on your political positions as I do. If for some reason, as a few of my other friends do, you are clinging to your stance to justify a past decision to have an abortion, it's okay to admit that you may have made a mistake. Now, most likely some of you are fuming right now, that's okay,  but I've seen the suffering defiance in people who are close to me and it's frightening. I believe these are most of the people who continue to champion for the cause of partial-birth abortion and it's going to destroy you. Us as a human race are suffering and slaughtering a good part of a generation and there will be social repurcussions, yes. But you personally need to face acceptance of a past decision and start to let yourself heal. If you continue with this cause, you will never forgive yourself and you will perpetuate a cause that keeps women captive in their own fear and guilt. You can be forgiven in a greater sense as well. Jesus doesn't hold grudges. Ask him to help you and he'll show you where he's been sitting in your room all along. Talk to Him. Vent to Him. Yell at Him and let Him hold you as a father would. Let him heal you.
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Posted: Nov 23, 2008 5:21am
Nov 23, 2008

I don't even know how many of you out there are pro-choice or what your individual reasons are for choosing your stance but I understand you are each intellegent and stand firm on your political positions as I do. If for some reason, as a few of my other friends do, you are clinging to your stance to justify a past decision to have an abortion, it's okay to admit that you may have made a mistake. Now, most likely some of you are fuming right now, that's okay,  but I've seen the suffering defiance in people who are close to me and it's frightening. I believe these are most of the people who continue to champion for the cause of partial-birth abortion and it's going to destroy you. Us as a human race are suffering and slaughtering a good part of a generation and there will be social repurcussions, yes. But you personally need to face acceptance of a past decision and start to let yourself heal. If you continue with this cause, you will never forgive yourself and you will perpetuate a cause that keeps women captive in their own fear and guilt. You can be forgiven in a greater sense as well. Jesus doesn't hold grudges. Ask him to help you and he'll show you where he's been sitting in your room all along. Talk to Him. Vent to Him. Yell at Him and let Him hold you as a father would. Let him heal you.| Views: 9 Votes: 0 Rating: 0.0

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Posted: Nov 23, 2008 5:21am
Oct 30, 2008

BeginningsIn a beginningrough edges seek outsmoothing counterparts.A freedom is born to growbeyond that beginning. In my beginningI was burdensome.Incomplete and dependent ,screams and fits of discomfortcarried me. In the beginninga swell of love createdan existence and a friendto share in existing.Created simply, beautifully, purposefullyin the beginning.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Our nightSitting on my kneestaking in the breath of my son,I remember you. Didn't we grow up together,you and I?Weren't we close when I was younger?How could I have forgotten? But as the years passed,so quickly went some of themthey're no longer distinct butone gray oblong memory,I don't remember sitting with youor playing or singing;Only lonliness, confusion, tears and sleep,never enough sleep. Why didn't I remember you?I needed you.Were you there?   Oh.Why didn't I know it then?  Oh.But why couldn't I hear you? No, I guess I wasn't.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                              For MandyTo see beyond the sky isbeyond my skill.The sky is my ceiling just asthe Earth is my floor.To see beyond the skysurpasses my skill. To think outside my mindis outside my reach.My mind has it's borders just asmy body has it's point of exhaustion.To step outside my mindtranscends my reach. To trust beyond my faithexceeds my abilities.My trust can only walk withinthe footsteps my faith has left behind.There is no trust beyond my faith. So, to see beyond my eyesI'll use imagination.To stretch the borders of my mindI'll study and question.To increase the footsteps of my faithI'll surrender. For, to live within this worldis not my goal.| Views: 34 Votes: 0 Rating: 0.0

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Posted: Oct 30, 2008 1:16pm
Oct 30, 2008

Beginnings

In a beginning

rough edges seek out

smoothing counterparts.

A freedom is born to grow

beyond that beginning.

 

In my beginning

I was burdensome.

Incomplete and dependent ,

screams and fits of discomfort

carried me.

 

In the beginning

a swell of love created

an existence and a friend

to share in existing.

Created simply, beautifully, purposefully

in the beginning.

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Our night

Sitting on my knees

taking in the breath of my son,

I remember you.

 

Didn't we grow up together,

you and I?

Weren't we close when I was younger?

How could I have forgotten?

 

But as the years passed,

so quickly went some of them

they're no longer distinct but

one gray oblong memory,

I don't remember sitting with you

or playing or singing;

Only lonliness, confusion, tears and sleep,

never enough sleep.

 

Why didn't I remember you?

I needed you.

Were you there?   Oh.

Why didn't I know it then?  Oh.

But why couldn't I hear you? 

No, I guess I wasn't.

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                                              For Mandy

To see beyond the sky is

beyond my skill.

The sky is my ceiling just as

the Earth is my floor.

To see beyond the sky

surpasses my skill.

 

To think outside my mind

is outside my reach.

My mind has it's borders just as

my body has it's point of exhaustion.

To step outside my mind

transcends my reach.

 

To trust beyond my faith

exceeds my abilities.

My trust can only walk within

the footsteps my faith has left behind.

There is no trust beyond my faith.

 

So, to see beyond my eyes

I'll use imagination.

To stretch the borders of my mind

I'll study and question.

To increase the footsteps of my faith

I'll surrender.

 

For, to live within this world

is not my goal.

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Posted: Oct 30, 2008 1:16pm
Oct 29, 2008

Diner ProseMy time spent aloneso scarceis cherished,and not lonliness.Composing cognitions to paperand rythm to rhyme.Bringing to me satisfactionwith a dish of lemons,and purpose for me of time. Roles concern schooling, working and play.My time spent alone evades lifeand encloses mein books and papers with pensand bookmarks with research forinspiration without endsoI write to relax me.I search for the words toexpress how I see me in life.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mommy made me go outside and daddy made the porch.I don't know who planted the tree.I wrote my first poem about that tree.On summer days I would comb my hair outside to dry, seeing that tree out of the corner of my eye.I loved it's arms- big enough to climb into;strong enough to hold me while I read.When I didn't know for sure, about it all-and I needed proof-looking at that tree was enough. I don't have that tree anymore, or the porch.And it isn't often that I comb my hair outside.But when I don't know for sure and I need proof,I look out a window and I find it all over again.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You threaten, so to speak,my wandering thoughts and sharp-edged tongue.You see me as a puppetwhose control you've all but won.You focus on my faithand fight to gain the upper hand.A Christian is the prey to use for kindling in your land.I see around the corners,backs of minds, school,bookand sound.You've nested where you're welcomeawaiting soldiers pleasure-bound.We see you where you cowerand we know that you are thereBut our Savior keeps us close to Himso to fight you with our prayer...Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name...We praise on high the gloryand the reason that He came.-----------------------------------------------------------------------Words to please Him so easily flowwith some writing and sipping of tea.But the power of satan prevailsin the nights when words focus on me. Thoughts of pleasure with passion igniteas the pen writes with mind of its own.Lyrical line after glorious lineto excite and enchant hearts of stone. But my purpose for writing persitsafter stopping to focus on Him.All the shame comes to mind, andto leave it behindto a flame I pronounce thoughts of sin. At times I fel much like a pawnin eternity's fight for a soul.Looking towards both the sidesall the logic collides that 'we truly have little control'? If we passively try to live lifewith unbiased reviews of persuation,Satan's will takes the form ofpercieved selflessnormative freedomsthat pull from salvation. It is playing a game for your side.One will stand, one will violently fall.As you try to defend'there's no God at the end'you just easily match point the ball. It's the front of the card or the back.There's no middle of death for to speak.Choose it, heaven or hell.As your ending will tellThe answer is all yours to seek. | Views: 25 Votes: 0 Rating: 0.0

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