Wednesday, September 1, 2010


I am taking developmental psychology this semester. During our introduction to developmental psych, our professor got going on the history of how children have been treated in the past. She began discussing ancient Greece when children were considered property. She was talking on the pretense that we have come so much further and are far more enlightened and decent to our children. She told us about a common practice called infanticide, aka killing babies. She got incredibly upset and said, "this practice of killing babies was especially common if they were illegitimate, sick or you just didn't want them!" Her indignation at such an atrocity is understandable. Most people would be offended and upset at the murdering of babies. Especially if it is simply because you don't want the child! Who does that?! Who murders innocent children simply because it's inconvenient to have them?! Who would be so monstrous?!

We would.

It's amazing that if you walked up to a new mother and her week old baby and shot it, you'd be condemned and determined to be a monster. Yet, we are all for the woman's "choice" to murder her baby, simply because it's in the womb and not a warmer-bed. We (as Americans and humans) would be so appalled that someone could hurt an innocent baby unable to defend itself, totally dependent on its mother. So how then can we say that a baby completely dependent on the placenta and mother is any different?! I've heard, 'oh well, it's part of the mother so it's her choice, it's her body.' ARE YOU NUTS!? A child in the womb is NOT a part of the mother's body. It has its own unique genetic makeup that no other creature has. It is GOD's! A baby is no less dependent on the mother AFTER birth for many many weeks, months, even years. Another one I've heard, 'Well, it's just tissue in the mother.' What do people think that adults are?! We're tissue! We are also just big balls of tissue!!!Or, 'It doesn't have the necessary brain function to qualify as a human' (Apparently neither do you!) or 'It can't breathe on its own, it's not a person'. If I were in a car accident and left brain dead, I would not have the brain function or breathing ability to qualify as a "person" based on those definitions. However, the issue of just killing me or not would not be an easy decision. I would be completely dependent on my family (someone's gotta pay for my care). I would not survive on my own, and I would have no brain function. Yet (as with Terri Shiavo) many of those who are "pro-choice" would fight tooth and nail to keep them from pulling the plug. Why?! Because I'm a person. Yet I would fail to fit the qualifications that many people use to argue against embryos and fetuses being human!

Now, Pro-abortion Christians, I am talking specifically to you. How DARE you claim the name of Christ and yet say you can support the murdering of children. The Bible is clear on the issue, we are people in the womb. Luke 1:39-45 says that the "BABY leapt in the womb" when Mary and Elizabeth met. Psalm 139: 13-14, "For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." Other translations say 'knit me together in my mother's womb'. And there are other verses like these. If God made me in the womb, and knew me before I was conceived, how could I say I'm not a person in the womb?!

I ask you this, was Jesus still God in the womb? Was Jesus still a person in the womb? Think carefully about the answer, because it's important.

We need to stop the murder of our children. It is NOT a choice, it is infanticide. It is baby murder!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Elisabeth Elliot

Elisabeth Elliot is my hero. The only person on the same level as her in my mind is CS Lewis. Well fortunately for me, one of my heroes is still alive. So I wrote her a letter a few weeks back. It was 2 hand-written pages long. I included a picture of Jon and I since (without her influence) I never would have considered marrying Jon. Today I got a response. It was most likely written by her husband Lars, but there was a small hand-written PS from her at the bottom. I know it is crazy to be overly excited over something so small, but it made my day, and it'll probably make my tomorrow, and maybe even my next day. I'll add the letter to this post either today or tomorrow.
In His Name,

Friday, April 23, 2010


I moved away from home in August. Now I'm moving away from Colorado to home. One school year away from home. I've changed a lot. Mostly for good, partly for bad, but definitely changed.
I will be done with my final class at Florida Southern in about an hour and a half.
I've learned a lot this year.
It is amazing how God works and moves. For a long time, I wondered what people meant when they said "the Lord spoke to me" or "the Lord told me to do this" or "the Lord led me here". What does that even mean?! I'm still not sure what anyone else means when they say it, but I've learned more how I can know when the Lord is speaking to me. Philippians 4:6-7.
Ironically, I had those verses tattooed on my foot in August before I left for college. It has become another of the leading verses in my life. "6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." There have been three experiences I really remember where God used the peace only He can give to guide me. Choosing Florida Southern, becoming a nurse and transferring to Regis. Each time I was incredibly nervous and couldn't come to a real decision. After pray and consideration of what God would have me do, I knew the answer. It was peace. Then the decisions became exciting.
However, one of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard was this: do not just go to the Lord in big decisions. He wants to be the Lord in the little things too. If you are seeking Him in all things, you can't make a wrong decision.
May the Lord bless you all today,

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Beginning

I started college in August of last year. It was not even close to what I imagined. I left my home, family, friends and state to start my new adventure. I went to Florida without a clue of what I wanted to do, a vague idea of who I wanted to be, and a ton of goals for my new college life. I went from communications to journalism religion to education to religion/education to education/religion. I always had a sense that something wasn't QUITE right but I figured it was nothing. One night, I was talking to a new friend about wanting to go to Africa. He was an athletic training major who wants to end up in Tanzania. He said he chose athletic training to be able to offer medical care when he went to Africa. That sparked my imagination.
I was in my first year seminar with Dr. Lynch. He is a medical doctor turned professor who is BEYOND passionate about health care for all. The more he argued for health, the more interested I got.
I finally couldn't stand it. I talked to my mom (a neonatal nurse practitioner) over fall break, asking if she thought I was smart enough to become a nurse. (I've always been an English-religion-not-math-or-science-person). She assured me I could do it if I set my mind to it and worked hard. I prayed and almost instantaneously knew, I'd found my calling.
One of my heroes, Nate Saints, once said, 'I've always believed that if one is called to missions, God will make him unbearably miserable in pursuit of anything else.' I have to agree with Nate.
Just after my decision to become a nursing major, I went back to school. A few days later I reconnected with a friend. Jon and I had always picked at one another when we were friends about 2 1/2 years ago. We lost contact for about a year. I was a little skeptical when we started talking (I hadn't heard the best things about him since we'd lost touch) but decided to chat with him anyway. He was going to school for aviation and was crazy about flying. When I told him I wanted to go to Africa as a missionary nurse he FLIPPED. He was so excited. A little to excited perhaps. He told me, "ok so this might be totally weird and don't read into too much or anything but for wateva reason I wanna say one of the pilots who I'm friends with where I work flew with MAF in Mexico for 6 years, and he told me if missions is what I really need to do, then do it before I'm married or find a wife who's as committed to it as I am, and I even prayed about it this morning too. I just think it's weird that now I find out God's put on your heart to do to Africa I said don't read into it or anything but I'm just saying." Weird right? Well we've been dating for almost 7 months.
That's the background of how I got started on this journey. Now, I want to start a hospital or orphanage in Africa. It's a process that starts now, so I want to keep track of how it goes.
Most recently, I was led by God to transfer to Regis University which is a lot closer to home. It'll be interesting to see how this transition works.
May the Lord bless and keep you!