Monthly Archives: August 2015

Back to the Beginning

Ten years ago I started a membership at website dedicated to writing where I could post my writings to share for review and to read other people’s works.

It took nearly six months to post anything, afraid that I would be kicked off the site for writing unprecedented drivel. Not long after I created a blog. I didn’t expect any readers, and that was okay. Sometimes writing without an audience allows a person to write more freely, to express thoughts and opinions without worrying about what people will think about it.

It’s like singing in the shower; it doesn’t matter if I can sing well or not. I can sing my heart out for the pure love of it, not to impress or seek validation.

Since so many have been reading my posts on Facebook and this blog, I discovered I’m not singing alone in the shower anymore. People can see and hear how off-key and out of sync I am. I find myself whispering the music and the words instead, afraid that if I sing loud enough, everyone will run away screaming, blood pouring out of their ears.

The joy of singing in the shower is gone.

Therefore, as far as my blog goes, it’s time to go back to the beginning; to once again write for a non-existent — or at least very small — audience so I can be all of me without fear or worry that I might scare people away for being out-of-key-and-out-of-sync-me.

That’s not to say I’m cutting everyone out. I know some of you still want to read what I write, and if you are one of those, let me know. I will happily send you a link and email you updates when I add a new entry. PM on Facebook or email (andra @ your email your address so you don’t have to post it for all to see.

One caveat. You can read all my entries, but won’t be able to leave comments unless you’re also a member. It won’t cost anything to sign up, however, because the site does offer free memberships along with paid ones.

I’m sure I will add more entries here and on Facebook eventually. I just need time to build up my courage once again to sing in the shower as loud as I want regardless of how many people can hear.

Accepting The Consequences

What next?

That’s a question I don’t ask often, because I usually get an answer that’s worse than anything I could imagine or anticipate.

The truth is like that.

Sure the truth is supposed to set you free, but not before it rips your heart to shreds, pokes out your eyeballs and sears your skin off the bone, leaving nothing left of you except ash.

After seeing parts (I couldn’t stomach watching all of them) of the videos released by CMP, and each successive video worse than the last, I want to run away and deny it all. At the same time, I want to scream through every social media outlet about how this is the purest of evil that can only be compared to the murder and torture performed by ISIS and Nazi Germany to name but a few.

I hesitate because I know how much doing so will offend some people. I also hesitate, because, really, what good will it do? Will anything I say convince how evil it is to those who condone the practice of not only abortion, but the dissection and selling of the body parts? My cynical mind says no.

I read a post on a page called “The Republican Coffee Corner with Angela” written by Angela Graham-West where she discussed at length the Planned Parenthood videos (clicking on the date will take you right to it):

Good Tuesday Evening!The Videos, Planned Parenthood and the Myth of 3%Many have been riveted by the revelations by…

Posted by The Republican Coffee Corner with Angela on Tuesday, August 4, 2015

One person commented:

I applaud you in the way you tell it. We’ve become callous and cold as a nation. Not many of my friends will even openly discuss this matter on Facebook. …

She responded:

The Lord has stood up for me many times, this is the least I can do for Him. And regardless of how many stone will come my way, I will continue to stand as is His Will. I am beholden to no man of earth.

God’s way of smacking me upside the head. Yes, I may offend some people. I may lose a few friends, and even some family members may never talk to me again. The possibility breaks my heart, but like Angela said, in the end, I am accountable only to God. If he requires me to speak out, then I must speak. If I stay silent, more terrible things might happen, and in the end, Jesus may stay silent when I stand in judgment before God’s throne.

All that said, I’m not going to post the videos, excerpts or pictures of what’s happening at Planned Parenthood. They are readily available on Youtube and other sources.

I will leave you only with this: To all those who think it’s all a fake and that abortion isn’t the evil I and many others say it is, I know nothing I say, do or post will change your mind. You have to first be willing to see the truth before the truth can be seen.