It is late. The kids are in bed. The neighborhood is unusually quiet. Thoughts are drifting through.The pile of textbooks beside me haven't been opened for a week now; I am getting behind - but - life. Life. We are so blessed to let this word define the colour in our day, the movement, or pace of activity, what we see out of the window as we drive along and Spring turns into summer. For some, though, it is the essence of what they are fighting for, protecting; running a race against time as they give up everything, for
Every 3 seconds, a child is aborted in this country. 30,000 a day. Most are a result of policy. Forced.
Mother's that long for children; love the one's they have, but conceive outside of permission. Forced. 3 months, 8 months; it doesn't matter.
And the one's that protect it? Fines. Can't pay? Lose their homes, businesses, and identity, and freedom. Who stands on the wall and cries out for justice?
Life. How I love Life!