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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Most Information You'll Ever Need





The most destructive habit…………………….Worry
The greatest joy……………………..Giving
The greatest loss……………………..Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work……………………Helping others
The ugliest personality trait………………….Selfishness
The most endangered species……………..Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource ………………..Our youth
The greatest “shot in the arm” ……………..Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome……………………Fear
The most effective sleeping pill……………………..Peace
The most crippling failure disease ……………….Excuses
The most powerful force in life…………………..Love
The most dangerous pariah …………………..A gossiper
The world’s most incredible computer ………………..The brain
The worst thing to be without ……………………….Hope
The deadliest weapon………………The tongue
The two most power-filled words………………….”I Can”
The greatest asset…………………………Faith
The most worthless emotion……………………….Self-pity
The most beautiful attire…………………..Smile
The most prized possession………………Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication………….Prayer
The most contagious spirit ………………..Enthusiasm

Unplanned Parenthood


$200.00 for my abortion! $8.00 for a box of good condoms! Consequences for not investing in the condoms....... priceless!
I had grown up with all the creature comforts but now I was trying to make it with my son. So without the approval of my mother, who for lack of a better word was better at keeping up appearances, I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a low income neighborhood. My son and I lived on a meager budget of only $409 per month.
Although I grew up in a house with two parents, two cars, plenty of food, clothes and toys, my son and I made a game out of chasing the cockroaches in our humble abode. After several weeks of gunshots it wasn’t long before we had to move.
He laid the money on the nightstand like I was a just another chick. It was 1991 and I’d met who I thought was the “GUY” that I thought this time “loved” me. This time I just knew “it” would last because he was a Sergeant in the Marine Corps, Honor, Courage, and Commitment right? Wrong! Even in 1991 I could tell no one except my best friend from high school that I was pregnant again. I already had a son and though I’d “slipped” up I did have plans for my life. She agreed to take the hour long bus ride with me to the Planned Parenthood Clinic to have the procedure performed.
I remember feeling so scared as I braved all the belligerent Anti- Abortion protestors that lined the street calling me everything except the name on my birth certificate. I remember how cold and impersonal the Planned Parenthood building was, nothing at all like that brochure described. The nurse literally treated me like killing my baby was as routine as buying a gallon of milk. I remember laying on that table and the doctor, he was white elderly man. There was no warmth in his eyes, and his smile appeared forged. Again nothing at all like the brochure described. I tried to remain calm as they turned on the machine that would suck my baby from my womb. It was over in minutes, sort of like the sex and the relationship with the Marine.
My friend and I rode home in an awkward silence sharing a special bond. She’d had an abortion before. I knew there would be residual spotting and some discomfort they were sure to put that in the colorful brochure. The Planned Parenthood Brochure didn’t say anything about the years of emotional havoc I would endure as a result of putting my feet in those stirrups. Just recently I’ve come to terms with the abortion I had in 1991. I confessed to God that I was sorry for taking life that He gave. He told me that I was forgiven. I never placed much value on that baby’s life until God showed me in a dream that my baby I aborted is in heaven standing at Heaven's gate waiting for me along with my deceased father and brother. I'm comforted to know my baby is with its Granfather and Uncle who both left this world so young so they have thier youth to chase a baby around heaven. When I made the decision the only one I thought I could at that time, God sent his angels to carry my baby to heaven and I’ll see my baby again. That’s good news for someone struggling to come to terms with something you may have done in the past. God knew and He still loves you too. Unplanned parenthood but God’s plans for me are still good (Jer 29:11).

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Wintry Effects







Got to love those bears with the sense to hibernate and do it right. I try and my personal best is 7 days. Yesterday I thought I’d finally get some fresh air even if getting that fresh air meant going out in sub-zero temperatures. I believe calling Chicago the “Windy City” is the equivalent of saying a woman is just a little pregnant. The weathermen actually earn their pay here. In Louisiana all I ever remember the weatherman saying about the weather was that it going to be hot every day. This winter I’ve made new acquaintances with nearly every restaurant in the area that will deliver to my house. Usually when I call, they just ask “Would you like what you had last Ma’am?” It’s been so cold I schedule time on my calendar to collect my mail and dispose of my trash. I try to take it all in stride though. So when I noticed that my size 10 pants were a little snug, it was no problem, I always keep a size 12 in my closet. I guess it would be easy enough to pass the blame to my dialing finger, my credit card, all the good movies on cable and Mother Nature right? The changing weather and seasons even its effects are all normal and I learn how much as soon as I grabbed my purse and headed out for some “fresh air”.
Granted I still have the same gas in my car from last year, and God only knows when I’ll get around to getting an oil change because I just don’t know when I’ll reach that 3,000 miles since I don’t go anywhere unless it’s absolutely necessary. These arctic temperatures have certainly affected my beloved Chevrolet. I thought if I were going to brave the cold, I’d do it in style, since it could be another couple days before I ventured outside again. I chose a chocolate brown wrap dress, and matching heels. Now to you this may seem normal but to those who know me as the girl who would rather die than wear anything requiring pantyhose, a dress is a major feat. So I go out to warm my car up, a habit I have added to my wintry weather routine. I get nothing. Hey my car is disabled and while I’m calling for Roadside Assistance all I can do is think of how incredibly blessed I am that I’m at home and not in any immediate danger. I thought the first thing I would do is run inside fling the dress off but to my surprise I kept it on. I felt beautiful yesterday and all I did was walk to my driveway to my car that wouldn’t start. It’s been so unusually cold that unless I had to go out, I didn’t. Yesterday I felt like I traveled miles not because I had to but only because I wanted to!