Use Your Voice Today!

Please take the time to be involved in America's future

and the future of America's unborn.

Use your voice today!

You do know that the current health care reform bill

is anything but "caring," right?

It is full of life-taking agendas, programs and procedures.

Do you really feel comfortable with your tax dollars paying for elected abortions?

How can you rationalize not taking a stand for those who cannot speak?

Aren't you blessed knowing God created every life

within every womb--and we are all His children?

Please read the following message from the Susan B. Anthony List...

Tell your Senator to vigorously oppose Reidcare.

The bill is a disgrace and should never be allowed onto the floor of the Senate.

Here are a few of its problems:

-- A public option authorized to use taxpayer dollars to pay for abortions

-- Taxpayer dollars are poured into health plans that cover elective abortions

-- No protections for insurance firms not wanting to cover abortions

Before the legislation can be debated in the Senate, Harry Reid must marshal 60 votes to oppose a filibuster against the motion to proceed.

Tell your Senator to vote against the motion to proceed.

The bill is the most vulnerable at this early stage of the legislative process.

A recent CNN poll found that 61% of Americans strongly oppose allowing their tax dollars to fund abortions while only 37% supported it.

Americans simply do not believe that elected officials should violate the consciences of their taxpaying constituents by forcing them to subsidize abortion on demand.

It is critical that you take action today. We need to bury this legislation under an avalanche of constituent objections, so, after writing, convince your friends, family, and coworkers to object as well.

You are the key to tapping into that 61% of Americans.

The way that we can win this is by sending the deafening objections of the American people to the Senate.

Tell your friends to go online to voice their objections:

www.sba-list.org/stopreidcare

For Life,

Marjorie Dannenfelser
President, Susan B. Anthony List
www.sba-list.org

* This note was taken from an email notification I got this week...

I edited for anonymity and font colors, but the message remains intact as originally written.

Now, it is your turn to use your voice! For God's children.

Real Ones

another's ink...

"... it is the sweet,

simple things of life

which are the

real ones

after all."

Laura Ingalls Wilder

my ink...

she may be

stumbling

tumbling

uprooted

or

standing

frozen

in-place

with

barbs out

heart tucked in

trying desperately to protect herself

by hiding from assaults -- and unknowingly from love

but

always

always

may she be

found

reaching up

looking up

and

kneeling

down

* photos taken by A Simple Country Girl

* second poem by A Simple Country Girl, written for C.

* click this link to read some fantastic Friday RAP (Random Acts of Poetry)

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Please take the time to be involved in America's future

and the future of America's unborn.

You know that the current health care reform bill is anything but "caring," right?

It is full of life-taking agendas, programs and procedures.

Do you really feel comfortable with your tax dollars paying for elected abortions?

Do you feel comfortable not taking a stand for those who cannot speak?

Do you feel comfortable knowing God created every life

within every womb--and we are all His children?

Please read the following message from the Susan B. Anthony List...

Tell your Senator to vigorously oppose Reidcare.

The bill is a disgrace and should never be allowed onto the floor of the Senate.

Here are a few of its problems:

-- A public option authorized to use taxpayer dollars to pay for abortions

-- Taxpayer dollars are poured into health plans that cover elective abortions

-- No protections for insurance firms not wanting to cover abortions

Before the legislation can be debated in the Senate, Harry Reid must marshal 60 votes to oppose a filibuster against the motion to proceed.

Tell your Senator to vote against the motion to proceed.

The bill is the most vulnerable at this early stage of the legislative process.

A recent CNN poll found that 61% of Americans strongly oppose allowing their tax dollars to fund abortions while only 37% supported it.

Americans simply do not believe that elected officials should violate the consciences of their taxpaying constituents by forcing them to subsidize abortion on demand.

It is critical that you take action today. We need to bury this legislation under an avalanche of constituent objections, so, after writing, convince your friends, family, and coworkers to object as well.

You are the key to tapping into that 61% of Americans.

The way that we can win this is by sending the deafening objections of the American people to the Senate.

Tell your friends to go online to voice their objections:

www.sba-list.org/stopreidcare

For Life,

Marjorie Dannenfelser
President, Susan B. Anthony List
www.sba-list.org

* This note was taken from an email notification today...

I edited for anonymity and font colors, but the message remains intact as originally written.

Mud-n-stuff

Daughter, you are to grow right where you are planted.

Yes, even if you are transplanted.

Okay God.

And while we are at it, thank you for the trials. I have spent more time doing the things You want of me.

more time spent upon my knees--hands folded, tears streaming rivers down my face, heart wrenching out emotions, squeezing hands tight during family prayers.

more time communicating with my husband--yes, sometimes I start with a loud, demanding, selfish voice (which you readily convict me of), but mostly when we meet in the kitchen and I trade his lunch box, hot coffee, breakfast for calm conversation birthed between us in pre-morning darkness.

more time reaching out to brothers and sisters in Christ--middle of the night prayer requests typed by tear-stained fingers, daytime phone calls trying to get a grasp on my sanity, and head on shoulder and heart on sleeve cry-conversations with neighbors, bowing heads and lifting souls to Jesus.

more time knowing that the same Christ family members are praying for me and my kin, putting our names on their prayer chains, huddling in prayer groups uttering pleas for His will on our behalf, sending me email & snail mail notes of encouragement and blessing.

more time understanding that You are God and I am not.

Oh yes, I said that. I don't think I made heavens and earth. No, no, no. What I sometimes think is that I know what is best. For me. For those around me. And then I go with it like a half-crazed woman. When it doesn't pan out in my time, in my way, and within my parameters, I work myself into a muddy puddle in the dirt. And by the looks of things, at times I tend to flop around in a desperate mud-flinging fit.

Lord, here we are. Our house sale fell through. And we moved far away and are in a rental. Ahh, it surely gave me something to cry about Monday when the realtor called with the bad news. And Monday night while the house was humming with sleep, I was really busy making mud in my covers.

Then, yesterday was my son's birthday.

Oh, I know You remember the night he was born six years ago. After a full day of that horrid pitocin IV drip and contractions that nearly broke my flailing body right in half (and caused the epideral-giving doc to say, "In all my life I have never seen anything like this. Hold her still. Still!"), my son was born via an emergency c-section in a room full of masked strangers. When his breath finally came, mine did too.

I also know that the pregnancy, the birth, the discovery of his heart condition, and his subsequent healing, came from heaven above. We came to know You during the pregnancy. In fact, we were dunked under water soon after he emerged.

And now, Your Son and my son continue to save me each and every day. And make me bolder for You and Your Kingdom. Remember when I shouted out just prior to them cutting my son from my womb, "We need to pray. Someone pray!" The young doctor told them all to stop. "Just stop. And let her pray." Lord, I only hesitated long enough to breathe before I dove into Your arms in my first-ever out-loud prayer.

Oh yes, Father, I get distracted with memories. Oh, it's not really a distraction, it is a memory. A memory of You and Your might work.

Yes daughter, I agree.

Anyway, yesterday was my little fella's birthday. I admit that I had to put on a happy face. And I had to talk with my husband. And I had to get my heart straightened out a bit before I fully gave way to the joy the day held. Oh, You know why I was so jumbled...not just because our house sale fell through but because of the anniversary.

Yes, it was one year ago on that day, that my husband's cell phone rang with the news that 330 people at his pulp mill would be jobless very soon. It was one year ago that our trials of relocation started. And although I had hoped for a big shout out tainted with news of a neat-n-tidy sale and purchase and relocation, it wasn't in Your plan.

After I wallered around in my personal mud bath, I toweled off the gunk and gave way to You as I spread on the balm of joy. The joy of eager gift-opening. The joy of dad and son playing with the new remote control car. The joy of sharing lunch with both my boys at a cafe filled with others speaking of Your and Your awesome works. The joy of going to the park and sliding, swinging, playing, running, walking dogs, gathering gigantic leaves, and having fun family time--all in the rain. The joy of eating birthday cake for dinner. The joy of praying over my little one in his covers as he folded his hands next to mine in the dark. The joy of knowing you blessed us with this 45-pound warrior for Christ, Your Son.

Lord, this morning, the man You so graciously gave me as my husband and my friend, he told me with such a calm reassurance that You have a plan. That You have reasons. I awoke at a bit after 3am, not with the mud muddling up my heart and mind, but with a peace that surpasses all understanding. So, when I dragged out of bed 15 minutes later to get my husband's morning gear ready, I was already reassured by You and Your plan. Oh, thank You for those who fervently have been praying for our family. Thank you Lord for my family being together, here in this odd house piled high with cardboard and dishevelment. Thank you that in the midst of it all, there You are. There You are!

Daughter, you are to grow right where you are planted.

Yes, even if you are transplanted. I am in the dirt. And in the mud. I am right in the middle of it--with your family. And with you.

Okay God. I Love You.

Love you too.

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Please take time today, right now in fact,

to call your senators.

Your voice needs to be heard.

Take a stand for life.

For liberty.

And for freedom.

It is simple.

Find the phone numbers.

Dial the numbers.

Read this statement to the person answering the phone:

I oppose the Washington takeover of America's health care

and I ask (insert senator name here) to do the same.

Also, I ask that (he/she) votes to keep the pro-life Stupak-Pitts Amendment

unaltered and intact, just in case the bill passes.

Thank you for your time.

Don't forget to pray!

And then pray some more.

Go back here to read some facts,

watch a couple of videos,

and see how you can make a difference.

Someone Else's Prayers

God sees how our lives cross paths with others', both now and also around the bend, where we can't see.

He places us in situations, not for our own benefit, but for the benefit of others.

While we we're stumbling around in the desert getting sand between our toes and whining like the Israelites, sometimes it helps to realize we have been placed where we are as the answer to someone else's prayers.

~ Leslie Williams in Night Wrestling taken from Nov. 10 in "365 Days of Inspiration for Women: the Beauty of God's Blessings"

published by Thomas Nelson

After living ten months with mom & son & critters in one state and a relocated-for-work husband/daddy in another, we moved to a rental in a new community and different state--all when our home was due to close on its sale in two weeks.

An extension for the closing date was issued because of a myriad of real estate finaglings. Two weeks turned to one month.

A couple of days prior to closing (which was supposed to be today), our buyers found out their lending institute went belly-up--bankrupt. They are looking for a new lender because they don't have financing.

One day later, our local realtor's office shut down after her boss defaulted on all office bills. Thankfully she found another agency willing to take her in. (And continue her realtor relationship with us.)

After one month of searching hard for a country place over here, we finally found a couple of interest. Offers were going to be made this week--but that pesky call came in about the belly-up loan.

So, we sit. We wait.

We wait for the buyers of our home to get their funds in order.

We wait so we have the money to make an offer over here.

As a result, I got my knickers in a knot. Not your run-of-the-mill sort of knot. No siree, mine has been a giant wadded hunk of annoyance sort of knot. You know, the kind that generally leads to roots of bitterness. And those unearthed roots lead to lots of tripping. And face-planting. And bloody knees. And mumbling. And grumbling.

Had I been on my knees, bent in half with humble constant prayers continually uttering from my mouth, the bloody knees and skinned nose wouldn't even bother me. If I had rubbed myself raw with bent knees and folded hands, I wouldn't recognize the crimson dripping blood as mine. Nope, I would see it for its Truth. I would see it because of Him.

Had I focused my mind on things above, had I focused on the lovely, had I focused on the praiseworthy, that giant, wadded, knicker knot wouldn't even exist. I could walk and talk in Freedom. His Freedom.

Had I put others first loved unconditionally, that big ole root steeped in bitterness wouldn't have snagged my boot as I scuffed along in selfish pity. Had I acted the way the Lord commands, I would have been swimming in His Grace and twirling in God's Hope.

While we we're stumbling around in the desert getting sand between our toes and whining like the Israelites, sometimes it helps to realize we have been placed where we are as the answer to someone else's prayers.

Oh, okay. I get it. A little late, yes. And with crinkled edges, you betcha. But I do see the Light glimmering. It is glimmering as I wait in expectation of the good that is coming.

Lord, thank you for giving me just the right message, just the right note, at just the right time. In Your time. In Your timing. Father, let me find peace in the waiting. And wondering. And wandering. Hold me close. Oh, I know You never, never let go. Give me the wisdom to recognize this as the Truth. Your Truth. Your Promise. Thank you for my trials. Yep, that was hard to write. And part of me did it out of Faith because who really likes trials anyway? You know my deep heart matters, so You already knew my hesitation in saying it. Wow. And You still love me, despite my selfishness and my thoughtlessness and my sinfulness and my faltering, stumbling steps. You love me and care for me, even when it seems most things are tumbling around me. And You love those around me. You aren't just working in my life. You are working in theirs. Ahh. Lord, let me see as You see this day. In Jesus' precious name, Amen.

A Military Tribute

Above is a wonderful tribute to our veterans. Please carry this with you long past today's organized recognition...

I miss my grandpa something fierce. He was a man small in stature and size, but a giant in the way he lived with a great big heart, loads & loads of hard work, and lots of humor. He too served this country. His World War II stint was in the Army. And his children served too. Yes, even my mamma served America in the Navy. My husband's family also has quite a lineage of soldiers.

* Right side image: My grandpa was a radio operator--he always claimed his short stature is what kept him alive. Apparently the bullets whizzed over his head, but rarely lower.

* Bottom of the page image--scroll all the way down to the last post: My grandpa after he returned from WWII, at the Montana homestead. I love this picture. The horse, the pistol, the cigarette, the hoof nippers, and the crooked hat -- his typical Montana uniform when not driving tractor. He was the real deal.

* Tid-bit: While still overseas in service, he attended a special military school for mounted soldiers. Yep, he a cowboy at home and abroad.

Family members, friends, and strangers, all of you who have served or are currently serving in a branch of the Armed Forces of America, I owe my very life to you. And at the very minimum, I owe liberties and freedoms (religious, political, and personal) to you.

With so much strife and whining and political insanity in our country and world today, do you, the soldier, really know how much I value you?

It was my dream as a girl to be a medic in the military, but my own chronic medical condition kept me from it. So as I wear the wool Army jacket given to me by my husband's grandpa (the very one he used to wear in the military) or as I wear the flight jacket worn by my father (as he served in Vietnam) or as I wear the slick jacket given to my by a high school friend (during a rotation in Desert Storm),I feel a tangible presence of being wrapped in their protection. And you, today's soldier, are covering not only me, but so many more, in a blanket of safety, security, and freedom. For this I am ever so grateful. More than you know.

American soldiers sacrifice so much. Not only do they go directly into harms way, but their families watch them go, pray fervently while they are gone, and wait hopefully for their return. So let us not forget the families of our service men and women! Thank you for your sacrifices.

Please know that no matter who is at the helm of our great nation, America is my country. America is your country. America belongs to us. Leaders come and go, but this nation belongs to those who love America and are proud to be Americans! And especially to those who support, encourage, and thank our soldiers...

Soldiers, may God bless you

with all you need as you serve our country!

1 Peter 5:10&11

But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Galatians 6:9

And let us not grow weary while doing good,

for in due season we shall reap

if we do not lose heart.

Today, let me call upon you. It doesn't matter if you ever wore the uniform of a soldier or not, Christians, you are soldiers nonetheless. Do you hear it? Your time is now! A battle is being waged. Our Commander holds the highest seat in the universe, for Who else paints the nighttime sky with stars and keeps the planets spinning? He is the One enlisting your service today.

Brothers and Sisters in Christ, I stand shoulder to shoulder with you as we stay strong and are filled with good courage. All while speaking the Truth and living the Life that God commands us to do, we must unite as soldiers for Christ while serving a most high God.

~ portions of today's post were taken from my Veteran's Day post last year

Gifts

Little Boy Hands

How can they be

so big

when just yesterday

they were teeny-tiny pink

and wrinkled

and kneading my tummy skin

as I held him nearly naked

while he suckled

How can they be

so giving

when just yesterday

they were pale chubby

and fumbly

and needing my intent concentration

as I chased his wandering

ever-so curious self through the house

Little boy hands.

Oh how I love

The Hands that made his

grow ever so big

and ever so giving.

* photos by A Simple Country Girl: assorted autumn gifts

My wonderful leaf bouquet

was gathered by my little mister

and tied lovingly with baling twine.

The best gift a country boy could give a mamma!

Please, join us as we desperately cling to His gifts...

Lord, I Trust in You

Lord, I trust in You.

You are bigger than any health care.

Help ease my anxiety and my fear.

Hear my cries.

Let this be a time for Christians to unite

with one another

and most importantly, with You.

Don't let the enemy plant any seeds of doubt

or uncertainty regarding the passage of the health care plan.

Lord, I trust in You.

Lord, I trust in You.

In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

Oh Lord,

Here I am again.

Thank you for hearing the cries of Your people.

We stood for Truth.

We banded together, fought together, prayed together

for Life.

And You changed the hearts...

We thank You!

Please give us diligence and direction

to stand for You,

to stand for Life.

In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

The Stupak-Pitts Amendment,

preventing federal & taxpayer funding of abortion through HR 3962,

passed the House with a victorious vote of 240-194.

America, Let Your Voice Be Heard!

It is time to speak up. Don't sit quietly in your easy chair while you watch our country's foundation of liberty erode. If you haven't called your representative regarding the health care package, do it now. And if you have done it already, please do it again.

If this package ramrods through Saturday, we not only will be paying for babies to die, but we will dive further into debt (estimated to be $9 trillion blood-stained dollars of debt), our health care costs will increase, our medical services will degrade overall, medicine will be rationed, and we will begin our descent down the socialistic ladder rungs.

Let your voice be heard. It is easy. Just pick up the phone. If you cannot get through during business hours, send a fax and/or an email. Heck, call at night and leave a message.

America, the time is now. Right now. Take a few minutes to read the following message, watch the video clips, and then please let your voice be heard.

The House apparently intends to vote on its 1,990 page version of the government takeover of health care as soon as Saturday night, according to press reports. As Rep. Mike Pence (R-Ind.) says, HR 3962 is a "freight train of runaway federal spending, bloated bureaucracy, mandates and higher taxes." This bill will put the heavy hand of the central government between you and the critical health care you and your loved ones need. It must be stopped before America is altered forever in the direction of socialism and away from individual liberty, self-reliance and responsibility. Genuine reform that will lower health care costs is possible: allowing competition between health insurance companies across state lines, reducing government regulation of mandated benefits, capping excessive malpractice awards, and encouraging low-premium catastrophic policies coupled with health savings accounts. Please watch this powerful video featuring Mike Pence, and then call your representative and urge him (or her) to vote "No" to the government takeover of health care. Information above and following video are from the American Family Association.

Below is another ad by the Family Research Council.

Their focus is "defending faith, family, and freedom."

Click down here for phone numbers

to contact your

representative and senators!

...thank you

One Practice

What one spiritual practice has most deeply affected your relationship with Jesus?

That is the question posed today...and an is being so hungrily devoured over at Ann's... But as she points out, the response is different for each of us.

My answer? As you well-know by now, I often times color outside of the lines and create my own shades outta the ole crayon box. So too, my answer will likely be.

Asking Jesus to be the Lord of my life is the ultimate “practice” that has affected my relationship with Him. Of course I remember the Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How that my story became imbedded within HisStory. Now, would I go so far as to call it a “practice?” Uh, yes. As a tattered, torn, corners-bent, and nearly-used-up adult when I came to know the Lord, I carried a lot of worldly text on my pages and damage marks on my cover. And a lot of bad fiction was penned my pages. Although there was only one and only first time in making my tearful plea with Jesus to become my Lord & Saviour, and only one time that it had to be done for the very salvation of my soul, I do find myself repeating this act. So, it would seem that it has become a “practice” for me.

She repeats it? What? Oh, yeah. Yes, ma'am I sure do. Like I said, falsehoods were deeply ingrained in my brain and hardened into my heart. The things I had done. The ways I behaved. The words I had spewed from my lips. Why oh why would it take only once for me to truly find Him? Or rather, for Him to truly find me?

Yes, those were ponderings and doings of a Christian in infancy. I was new. I just born. I was unsure. Now, I know better. A little bit, anyway.

But, with that uncertainty aside, don’t we all do it, ask Him in again? And again?

Don’t we hear a sermon and want our hearts to burst with the very thing the preacher talked of? Don’t we hear a missionary’s story and want to influence and fill our souls with what she has? Don’t we know someone who died and wonder just where they are spending eternity because their life reflected seemingly more wrong turns than right ones?

Don’t we all experience life events that change us, I mean really change us and make us recommit our lives to Him because we have a new, burning fervor to want to be all that God created us to be?

Didn’t I finally hear a baby cry out following an terrifying emergency c-section, after seeing the fallen, ashen face of the my husband and the determinedly concerned faces of the emergency pediatric physicians, and want to be one with Him who just saved our baby’s life? And mine.

Didn’t I actually feel the shackles and chains of my past lose their cutting, binding grip on my life when I literally lay prone at the alter in the dark, empty church one night—where, beneath the wooden cross, in a puddle of gut-wrenched tears, a sister in Christ led me along in a prayer of freedom as I gave it up to the Lord—once and for all?

So, asking the Lord into my heart (time and again) would rank high up there, way above all the others, as my number one, numero uno, top diggity dog, supreme, most wonderful “practice” that has taken me into depths previously unknown to me.

Although those depths have included dark, slimy, painfully writhing, hurtful, shame-filled places, they were the very places that His hand desperately clung tight to mine and yanked me up out of the miry pit and set my feet upon solid ground. Now that I know and have felt my secure footing, I am free. Free enough that when I dive or fall face-first into the deep end of the pool, I am able to find cleansing waters, waves of Truth, buoys of mercy, splashes of grace, and His hand to pull me back onto solid ground.

Oh yes! Yes, indeed.

Committing my life to the Lord’s and continually asking for His will to be mine, is the one spiritual practice that has most deeply affected my relationship with Jesus!

Now, won't you share yours too?

Makin' Some Calls

Yesterday I wrote of the urgent need to act now by flexing your political muscles. I plunked out strong words in a fit of frustration as my heart was busy breaking. And yes, I was demanding and a bit sarcastic, all while clenching my fists and racking my brain. Today? Well today, I am armed with some facts, resources, pages of notes and lots of inspiration. All that aside, it's not just about politics, it is about life.

Living a life you can justify in front of our Lord.

Saving lives of an innocent babies.

Shaping the life of frightened, confused, and sometimes coerced women.

This issue has far-reaching tentacles that will pry into your pocketbook, the wombs of women, America's future children, your religious convictions, your conscience, and God's heart.

I listened to the Stop The Abortion Mandate webcast last night. Wow. It was powerful. It was very educational. It was eye-opening. It was inspirational. And it was prayerful. This is far from a rag-tag group of village idiots (like the mainstream media so cunningly portrays) who are leading the march against the abortion mandate. Men and women who presented the latest facts and news on the battlefront included doctors, members of congress, various pro-life organizations, the Susan B. Anthony List president, and a polling expert.

It boils down to this: WE NEED AN EXPLICIT EXCLUSION OF ABORTION IN HEALTHCARE REFORM.

Over 70% of polled Americans do not want government-funded abortions in healthcare reform. So why is our current political machine in such a frenzied hurry to include it?

Lots of dollars and very little sense.

If left standing, this healthcare abortion mandate would be the largest expansion of its kind since Roe v. Wade. As Rep. Chris Smith, the pro-life Congressional leader from New Jersey, stated in last night's webcast, abortion is the polar opposite of health care. Ironic isn't it? And here it is explicitly included, smack dab (p.110) in the health care reform package. The federal government authorizes payment for all abortions to be covered. Make no mistake, your dollars will pay for abortions. Your dollars pay.

You pay.

Even though our political system seems very convoluted and confusing and often times we don't understand the inner-workings of the system, last night's webcast helped straighten the twists and gave concise ways to take action against this federal funding for abortion.

--> House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, won't allow a vote to take place on the pro-life amendment that deletes abortion funding from the current health reform bill (Stupack-Pitts Amendment).

As stated in a recent Family Research Council Action Alert statement,

Rep. Stupak and Rep. Pitts are leading efforts to vote on this pro-life amendment, but if Speaker Pelosi does not allow this amendment to even come to a vote, then Members must oppose the "Rule" governing the floor debate. If the Rule is defeated, the legislation would be effectively defeated.

In other words, if the Rule passes and the pro-life amendment is not allowed, you will be paying for all abortions in America. Our elected officials at least need the chance to vote on the Stupak-Pitts amendment. Help our politicians do what it they were elected to do--reflect the values, ideals, and morals of their people.

--> What can you do? What must you do?

# 1. Pray

#2. Email/fax your representative and senators

1-urge them to oppose the Rule on HR 3962 (if the Stupak-Pitts amendment to remove abortion funding is not allowed)

2- ask them to support the Stupak-Pitts amendment if a vote on it is allowed

3- if the Stupak-Pitts amendment fails, ask your Representative to oppose final passage of the bill (unless all abortion funding & mandates are removed from the healthcare reform package)

#3. Call the same leaders

Repeat the above message or keep it simple with this statement, "I want you to oppose all abortion funding and remove all mandates from any healthcare reform package."

#4. Contact family and friends and spread the word. Email information, website links, blog links, and political contact information.

#5. Pray some more...for the Lord to guide our efforts, guide our leaders, change their hearts for life and Truth.

valuable links:

- to contact your representative and senators

- Stop The Abortion Mandate

- Americans United for Life

- Family Research Council

- Fight FOCA (Freedom of Choice Act)

- Concerned Women for America

- National Right to Life Committee

most valuable resources:

God

your Holy Bible

&

you!

Like I said yesterday (and I think it bears repeating)...

As a Christian I am not called to sit passively while the political parade rampages from sea to shining sea.

I am not called to keep my tongue still while the unborn die.

I am not called to wait for someone else to do something else while my hard-earned money is being routed into an unrighteous realm of medical immorality.

And... neither are you.

Let us open a collective can of whoop. Oh, figuratively speaking of course. I would not want to be tagged as inciting a riot, causing a commotion, or whipping people into a wild-n-wooly frenzy because America's founding Christian values are being trampled. Na, I will let the politicians do that. They are achieving that objective all on their own…

Write a letter or more importantly, make a call. It’s a phone call, people. Your representative & senators work for you. He/she doesn’t speak for you, vote for you, or stand up for you—not unless you do it first.

Oh excuse me, God is callin' on me to stand up for life. I gotta go get my phone.

* feel free to link to this blog post