War on Women.

This morning, my husband BJ snuck out of bed to go be with our son, who decided to wake up a little earlier than usual. A little while later, I heard our two girls get up and join the waffle making party. Ah, I got to sleep in a bit and it felt so good. Didn’t know I needed that.

As I got out of bed and walked into the living room I was greeted with the warmest welcome, “MOMMY!!!!”, they all screamed. Jett, our son, ran over to me with his waffle in hand and gave me the sweetest hug, ever. My three little munchkins wearing big smiles and rocking some seriously cute bed head, all gathered in my living room anticipating another day. Another day of life.

I grabbed my coffee and sat on the couch to do some reading. That’s when I came across the latest video that was released about Planned Parenthood.

There were many moments when I covered the screen, looked away and shook my head in disbelief of what I was witnessing. I wept the entire video, as human life was described as parts, tissue and objects.

I knew once these images would enter my mind, I wouldn’t be able to erase them, escape them or deny them. I also knew that just because I wanted to look away from moments, I wasn’t able to make them any less real.

I was confused–my social media stream wasn’t in complete outrage. Most people weren’t asking that these people be hung or held accountable for their actions like they were suggesting a few weeks ago when the world was in an uproar after the beloved lion was hunted and killed, pun intended. (Not suggesting a lions life isn’t important)

I sat in silence for a long time while starring at my two little girls. I had a BLOG moment. This is the war on women.

I was in high school when I first heard about Planned Parenthood. It was the place where my friends would get birth control pills and get abortions without their parents knowing. People casually spoke about getting an abortion if they got pregnant. I wasn’t disturbed at all by these conversations, it seemed like a normal thing to do–get rid of something you don’t want/ not ready for.

I am not going to add to the argument about when something transforms from being “a lump of cells” to  “human ” nor am I going to talk about abortion in the extreme and rare cases of rape or when a women’s life is in danger.

I am going to talk about the reason why most women choose to have an abortion, the reason I think attributes to the real war on women.

Most women choose to have an abortion because they have been led to believe that they are not capable or fit to mother/ care for the life that is inside of them. Rather than rallying behind her, supporting her and helping her be equipped and ready to mother this unborn child; the women who say they fight for “Women’s rights” and for women’s health, cower to the idea that these women are not capable enough to fulfill one of life’s greatest roles.

I am a woman, I am a wife, I am a mother and I believe in and support the women on this earth! I believe that women are strong & capable to overcome any challenge that might come her way. I believe in their choice and I believe that the women of this generation have been called to stand in the gap and stand up for the women in our world. We are to protect our girls and the dreams inside of them! To teach them that God has a purpose for their life and that He has a plan for them.

Planned Parenthood Centers and other centers like them are capitalizing on our daughters, sisters, mothers…They take advantage of them when they are desperate, hurting, alone and afraid of the unknown; and instead of picking them up and affirming their true worth, they convince them and trick them into believing that to be strong and to be free/independent women is to step down, turn away and back down.

A war on women? This is a true act of war. It’s not only an act of war on the women in these situations, but also for the millions of women aborted every year. What if the aborted girl so easily removed from her mother, cut into parts and given away is a future President, teacher, Olympian, or stay at home mother? Who are we to say that the mother who is carrying this child is unfit or unable to mother? And who are we to say that,  in spite of life’s challenges, that unborn child isn’t capable of overcoming whatever life throws his/her way?

As I raise my daughters, I raise them with the reality that they can accomplish anything, that whatever they set their mind and heart to do, they can do it! I raise them to believe that women are strong & more than capable. I have brought other women alongside me because I also believe that it takes a village to raise our children. Understanding the reality that there are many children who do not have a warm bed to sleep in at night, food on their table or a mother/father to kiss their boo boos, I have made it my responsibly to change that reality. Not by aborting our future leaders and world changers, but by empowering, supporting and caring for the leaders and world changers who have yet to discover their true worth and ability.

This is not a judgement on the women who have chosen to make a decision, for I have personally walked alongside friends who have. This, is about mobilizing and calling forth the mothers of the earth to stand in the trenches with their sisters, empowering the daughters of the earth to believe that with God and with each other, nothing is impossible for them.

You, dear and precious daughter, you are not alone and do not believe for one minute they you are unfit to walk in one of the greatest callings, a mother. You are capable, you are strong and you are courageous. I may not know you, but I know the One who has created you, who has known you before you were in your mothers womb. You, beautiful one are needed and necessary.

TRUTH  “I think the greatest sin in the world is bringing children into the world.”–Founder of Planned Parenthood

DARE: let’s fight the real war on women, take a stand and let our voice be heard.

#abortion #plannedparenthood #Waronwomen

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