New baby!

I met Randi through MySpace. She was going to abort but decided to have her baby boy, Noel. Join me in congratulating her!!!!

Amazing! We can mourn a tree but not our babies?

I just saw the most amazing video over on You Tube. How is it that women will mourn and scream for a tree but not their own flesh and blood? We should mourning the loss of 45 million babies that have been taken in abortion. God have mercy on us.

The Atonement Child : An Excerpt

by Francine Rivers

A young girl sat in the full waiting room of the clinic, her heart hammering, her stomach so tense she felt sick. One girl sat crying while an older, narrow-eyed, tight lipped woman sat beside her. A woman in her late thirties sat with her slender legs crossed reading Fortune. Another girl, in her early teens, in a pair of baggy black Levi’s and a scoop necked white T-shirt sat forward, knees and toes together, beside her friend in a short black skirt and tight red sweater.

 No one spoke. No one met the gaze of another. They stared down at their hands or a magazine or off into space.

 The young girl closed her eyes tightly, praying for strength.

 I AM HERE BELOVED. I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD, WHO LOVES YOU.

 The door opened, and a woman in white stood looking at her clipboard. ” Number nine.”

 The waiting room emptied of one.

 The young girl hunched in her chair. Oh, God, oh, God, I’m so scared. I want to go home.

 COME OUT FROM THEM, BELOVED, AND BE SEPARATE, AND I WILL LEAD YOU IN THE WAY EVERLASTING.

 Shaking, she got up.

 Her boyfriend clamped his hand around her wrist. ” Where’re you going?” he asked in a hushed, taut voice.

 She leaned down and whispered. ” I don’t want to do this.”

 He pulled her down beside him. ” Do you think I do?”

 ”Then let’s leave.”

 ”And do what?” He leaned closer, speaking so only she could hear. ” Look, this isn’t easy for me either. Don’t make it any harder. We’ve been over this a hundred times. There’s nothing else we can do.”

 She tried not to cry. Crying only upset him more. She didn’t want him to be mad at her. ” I don’t think I can go through with it.”

 ” You said your parents would disown you.”

 THOUGH YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER FORSAKE YOU, I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU.

 ” And what about school?”

 ”There must be another way.”

 ”What other way? You tell me what other way.”

She looked pleadingly up at him. ” We could get married.”

 ”Yeah, right,” he said sotto voce. “And live on what? Love?”

 ” I’d work…”

 ” Give me a break. At that fast food place? Making minimum wage? And what about after the baby comes? Kiss my future good-bye. I want to go to college. Remember?”

 Her eyes burned with tears at his tone. He had been so sweet and tender before they had sex. After the first time, that was all he ever wanted. And now that she was pregnant, he was angry with her most of the time. It wasn’t all her fault she was in this condition. She’d only forgotten to take her pill that one day, and he’d never once taken precautions.

 ”I’m scared,” she said in a soft, shaky voice.

 TRUST ME. I AM YOUR ROCK AND YOUR FORTRESS. I AM YOUR DELIVERER, BELOVED. TAKE REFUGE IN ME, FOR I AM YOUR SHIELD AND THE HORN OF YOUR SALVATION. CALL TO ME AND I WILL RESCUE YOU FROM YOUR ENEMIES. THE CORDS OF DEATH WILL NOT ENTANGLE YOU.

 ”I’m scared too,” he surprised her by saying.

 ” I want to leave.”

 He took her hand and held it tightly. She could feel the perspiration on his palms. ” I’ve heard it’s not so bad,” he said bleakly.

 SEEK ME, BELOVED, AND I WILL ANSWER YOU. I WILL DELIVER YOU. I WILL BE YOUR HIDING PLACE. I WILL PROTECT YOU AND SURROUND YOU WITH SONGS OF DELIVERANCE.

“It’s only supposed to take a few minutes. By tomorrow, it’ll all be behind us.”

She looked at her boyfriend and saw how uncomfortable he was. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He just wanted to get it over and get out of there.

 Oh, God, I don’t want to lose him.

 I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD AND THERE IS NO OTHER.

 Her heart jumped as the door opened again.

 TURN TO ME IN YOUR HOUR OF NEED AND I WILL…

 Her number was called.

 …LOVE YOU WITH A LOVE THAT WILL LAST FOREVER.

 She hesitated.

 ”Go,” her boyfriend said, looking imploringly at her.

 DO NOT HIDE YOUR FACE FROM ME BELOVED. I LOVE YOU WITH AN EVERLASTING LOVE. I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU. HEED MY VOICE.

 Her number was called again. She wanted to jump up and run screaming out of the room.

 CALL OUT TO ME AND I WILL BRING YOU UP OUT OF THIS PIT OF DESPAIR AND SET YOUR FEET UPON THE ROCK. I WILL PROTECT YOU. I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU.OH, MY BELOVED CHILD, YOU ARE SO VERY PRECIOUS TO ME, SO PRECIOUS I DIED FOR YOU AND ROSE AGAIN THAT YOU MIGHT LIVE IN ME. TRUST ME. OH, MY BELOVED, TRUST ME.

Her boyfriend took her hand and stood. Heart hammering, she stood with him.

 He didn’t take her out of the clinic. He handed her over to the woman in the doorway with the clipboard in her hand. The woman smiled and said everything would be all right. Letting go of her, the boy stepped back and turned away. As the girl went forward, she looked back and knew she was alone. When the door closed, death surrounded her.

 And into the silence and seperation that followed could be heard the weeping of God’s only begotten Son, the Atonement Child.

I Shouldn’t Be Alive But I Survived

Brandi just emailed me and asked me to post her revised story.

This is not intended for immature readers. I don’t mind sharing this with anyone anywhere, including @ the Capitol 2 DC and beyond cause I’m NOT shy or scared when it comes to saving the life of an unborn baby from the horrific act of abortion or anything!

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It took a lot, but I wrote it all out: the abortion I survived, the one I had, and what they’ve caused. I tried not to be graphic to the point of anyone being grossed out, but reality is what it is.

Before I was born, my “dad” (who I refer to as my sperm donor) was abusive to my “mom” in every way you can think of. He was and still is an extremely violent individual, has a criminal record literally over 8ft long and has over 20 DWI/DUIs. He’d urinate on her, spit on her, slap/punch/hit her, give her countless black eyes and bloody noses, tell her she’s trash, etc. I was unplanned and unwanted by them, so he’d use her stomach as a punching bag when she was pregnant with me, in an attempt to cause her to lose me. Then, when that didn’t work, they tried to have me aborted, yet somehow I survived: being the survivor of a saline abortion, as well as having had a Partial-Birth Abortion in 2003 (before all the bans were being passed, the anniversary of which is May 8th—so this is a pretty emotional for me, which you’ll read about but the REALity of abortion, and it’s affects on people in every area need to be known cause the Pro-Aborts certainly won’t disclose the REAL TRUTH).

My biological “mom” NEVER lost her parental rights, though I was placed in foster care once for a bit over a week. Her sister was like a mom to me, the only mother figure I ever knew, but she died in 1999 of an accidental drug overdose, so I’ve been pretty much on my own since. I know where my biological “mom” is, and I can’t say there’s a day that goes by that I don’t wanna inflict the same pain and torture on her that I feel as a result of what she did, on top of what I did. The times I had to be with her were terrifying, and she couldn’t care less about me or any of it. She’s told me that she wishes the abortion would’ve been successful. How cruel can ya get? I keep my distance!

As a result of the trauma my “dad” caused in his abuse during my mom’s pregnancy, on top of the affects of surviving a late saline abortion, I had severe brain damage at birth, and to this day my brain looks like a deflated ball you play jacks with; I have cerebral atrophy on my left side, cerebral palsy, craniosynostosis, a genetic metabolic condition, hydrocephalus, idiopathic scoliosis, leg-length discrepancy (my right leg is an inch shorter than my left), neuromuscular disorder, optic nerve compression in my right eye, partial paralysis on my right side, etc. I was also deaf in both ears and never expected to walk or talk, as all I did for the first few years was lie on a blanket and gurgle—couldn’t talk or anything. I won 2nd Place in a Special Olympic 150-meter dash around 2 years old, started talking shortly after. I was a straight-A HONOR student in school. I’ve been a Red Cross Volunteer along with United Way and several other organizations and arenas since 1992. I guess you can say that I’m a literal volunteer addict. I all but lived in therapy, clinics, hospitals, doctor offices, etc., for over 15 years. I’ve had 3 major surgeries ranging from my skull being chiseled, drilled, wired together and reconstructed; to having fatty tissue taken from my abdomen to compensate for a few wires that were literally popping out of my head; to having heel cord, hamstring and knee-cap replacement all at the same time. I was abused physically, verbally, emotionally and sexually, growing up. My “mom” and “dad” would beat me unmercifully with anything they could get their hands on, at anytime, for any reason. My brothers and others used to call me a walking lightening rod, among other things. I battled abandonment, anger, anxiety, betrayal, bitterness, confusion, depression, despair, eating disorders, fear, guilt, hatred, loneliness, mental torment, oppression, phobias, rejection, resentment, stress, trauma, unworthiness, worthlessness, etc., from a young age.

I was sexually abused by my oldest brother from the time I was 5 till right before I made 14, when I finally mustered up the courage to tell my aunt (whom I was close to since neither my “parents” nor anyone else wanted to believe me). It was hard and I cried the whole time, mainly because we had stayed at her house and were going back “home” that evening, which was more than a 1-hour drive and I was terrified of him. So I told her. She called my mom when my uncle was bringing us “home” to let her know she needed to have me checked, and they were sisters so she had no choice but to believe my brother’s not the saint she portrayed him to be. Needless to say he was taken from our “home.”

Two weeks after my 13th birthday, my best friend at school took his life. In the summer of 1999, just months before my “Sweet 16,″ my aunt (whom I was close to) overdosed on prescription drugs for unknown reasons. I also lost another aunt to lung cancer a month later. In 2000, my emotions took a severe turn for the worse. I began the long process of being in and out of psychiatric hospitals/units for everything from anorexia and bulimia to severe depression, loss of sleep, multiple suicide attempts, etc. That road ended in August of 2004 when I came close to being successful in an attempt to check out of life.

I had a Partial-Birth Abortion in 2003, which I vividly recall. I did it knowing it was wrong. And being raped by a bisexual with STDs is really NO excuse! The rape occurred in a setting I was led to believe was safe, but when I learned the truth about the one who attacked me, I freaked out and couldn’t handle it. So in my state of mind at the time, I knew nothing else to do but abortion, though I was too far along for a typical one, so D & X (Partial-Birth Abortion) was the route decided on. I waited till I came back to my home state and scheduled the appointment. I was shaken through the entire ordeal, not wanting to go through with it, but in my mind, even knowing about the adoption options, I had no where else to turn but this disgusting and “unforgivable,” sinful yuck of a “procedure.” It was a few-day thing and when I went into where it was actually performed, they called me to the back, sat me in a room, took my vitals—never once concerned about my wellbeing. Before I knew it, my time of torture was to begin.

They called me to the room where the exam table was, with the stirrups. It was a cold sense to me, and the stench was unbearable to the senses. The killer came in and proceeded with no emotion in carrying out the abortion. I had feeling to the point I screamed a few times terribly and was abruptly told to be quiet, that I was jeopardizing business. I couldn’t bear to look at my baby when the man was done murdering the life God put inside me (though under the horrible circumstance). I cried for days when it was over, and ever since have felt constant guilt, regret and shame, and all other feelings I can’t put into words that go along with the affects of having an abortion—the stuff they refuse to tell you about. I thank God, Silent No More and others are coming into my life to let me know I’m not alone anymore, helping me through it. As far as how I feel about Roe vs. Wade, even being an abortion survivor as well as post-abortive, there is NOTHING but love and forgiveness in my heart for Norma McCorvey. She’s courageously fighting for LIFE and an END to abortion now and though some still can’t see the forrest for the trees and are still are harsh towards her and can’t seem to forgive her shortcoming though yes, it’s caused close to 50 million, if not more, innocent lives to be mutilated carelessly and NEVER given a chance @ LIFE, I hold NO bitterness or hatred towards her for it. Jesus forgave her when He died on the Cross for ALL of us and our sins, so why is it so hard to forgive Miss Norma? It shouldn’t be because NO ONE but Jesus Christ alone is ‘perfect’ If I can and have forgiven her, there’s no excuse for anyone else not to be able to but… I work daily to reach out to women who are having abortions or who have had an abortion.

I was raped in March of 2004 so badly that it caused internal damage that added to what the abortion already did, and I had a rough time dealing with it and had nowhere to turn but to a bottle of pills, a knife and razor blade. I thought 2005 would be somewhat better but I was raped again New Year’s night and got pregnant, though I miscarried at eight weeks. In 2005, I did a ministry internship for six months and another one last year for two months in Indiana. I was in a horrible accident back in March of last year that caused cracked vertebrae in my neck and spine, nerve damage, bulging discs, inflammation throughout my entire spinal column from my neck to lower back, etc., which affected my ability to function actively. I wasn’t suppose to survive, but I’ve overcome it.

I know NOTHING is impossible with Him and He can and will make a way where there seems to be none. I’m a 24-year-old, full-blooded Cajun, walking medical miracle who can’t stand the devil, and I’m not giving up or in to him, though at times I’ve gotten devastated and somewhat discouraged, but it doesn’t last long. I’ve already seen God do the impossible in my life, and I fail not to give Him all the glory, honor and praise for everything, because I know He’s not through with me yet.

 

 

 

 

A Voice For Life,

Brandi

http://www.myspace.com/cajungrace83 

psalms23rules@msn.com

If I don’t stand up, speak up, and fight for the unborn, WHO will?

Abortion IS perfectly ’Legal’ Murder of an unborn baby yet killing a pregnant woman, newborn, infant, and or young child is AGAINST the law? Go figure!!! Pray 4 the innocent unborn babies and an END 2 the SIN of abortion in this nation!

An unborn BABY is NOT a ‘formless mass of cells’, a ‘blob of flesh or tissue’ etc., the unborn CHILD growing inside a PREGNANT woman IS a BABY. If the unborn CHILD is NOT a BABY, the woman is NOT pregnant and therefore ABORTION is NO option, you CAN’T kill anything that DOESN’T exsist!

I await the day when ALL ‘Christians’ become sincere and ALL murder mills are SHUT DOWN! Abortion IS a SIN!!!

Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. God, END abortion and send revival to America.

 

 

 

 

 

Stories

I am encouraging all of my readers to spread the word about this website. I have not been faithful in posting on either of my blogs but I want to pick things back up. I really do feel that this site could be very important one day to spreading the truth of what women go through when they have an abortion. My beautiful baby will be a year old next month and I cannot imagine life without her. Please continue in your prayers for this site that women will come forward and speak the Truth.

Human rights

Here is another argument made by Laura on Facebook.com along with my response.

- I agree ever individual has a right to life, but not at the expense of anyone else’s human rights. Bodily automony, and the ability to give direct concent, for any and all actions done to your body, is an essential right. Without this right, the right to life is superficial.

Let’s rephrase this statement. But this time it is phrased for the baby you think you have the right to murder. “ Wait, Mommy! I agree you have the right to life, but not at the expense of anyone else’s human rights!! Bodily autonomy, and the ability to give direct consent, for any and all actions done to your body, is an essential right. Without this right, the right to life is superficial!”

Now what do you do? Do you try to argue that a baby human does not have the same rights as an adult human? Instead of using your power to annihilate the weaker human use your power as a mother and a woman to protect the weaker human no matter the cost.

Repost: The reason for this blog

The reason for this blog

I am against abortion. I believe it is a crime against not only the unborn but the mother’s of these children as well. I am tired of hearing that abortion is the best option. I am tired of hearing that a woman is not effected from abortion. I want the world to know that abortion does more harm then good. The pro-choicers want to constantly throw at us that abortion is safe both physically and mentally. I contend that neither is the truth. I say their are women with stories of abortion that have never been heard. This is the purpose of this blog. I want to know your story and your abortion experience. How was your life before your abortion? What was it like during your abortion? What is your life like now after your abortion? I want all women who have had an abortion to come forward and tell their story. It is time the world knows the truth. You may choose to remain anonymous or you may choose to go so far as to provide your name/picture. I want the truth to be presented. Please tell the truth when you email me. Tell me what happened and why you chose what you did. Do you regret it or not?

Someone very near and dear to me had an abortion as a teenager. It has been 24 years since the abortion. I just called her to let her know about this blog to see if she will contribute. We spent several minutes on the phone not even speaking because we were crying so hard. She wept, and continues to weep, for her child. Let us be the voice of women everywhere! Abortion DOES harm!  

Please know that the purpose of this blog is not to condemn you but to tell the story of abortion without mincing any words.

Please email your stories and question to rachelweeping@hotmail.com

Jenifer

More excerpts from Facebook

disclaimer: I have taken out Laura’s last name and the school she works for. This is per her request to me. I find it very interesting that one publishes ones arguments on the world wide web, albeit on Facebook, and then is UPSET when another individual comments on them and quotes the person in length on a blog. However, due to the position that Laura holds I have agreed to remove her personal info. Any personal info you want to collect on her would need to be done on Facebook.

 

Any quotes from Laura are in quotations. My responses follow beneath these quotes.

Laura  wrote at 12:30am Jenifer I’ve defended my position, whether or not you like my arguement is a different conversation, but I won’t continue to restate things over and over again.While you do not have the right to kill a homeless man, you do have every right to remove him from your property or body, just as you should have the same right to do so with an unborn person. What happens as a consequence of that is a mute point. Jenifer Ramirez wrote at 1:01pm “Jenifer I’ve defended my position, whether or not you like my arguement is a different conversation, but I won’t continue to restate things over and over again.”I am not asking you to restate over and over I am asking you to defend your position with logic. “While you do not have the right to kill a homeless man,” Yet you do have the right to kill an unborn child? ” you do have every right to remove him from your property or body,” I am not sure how a homeless man would be attached to your body but I agree you have the right to remove him, and, as you have already stated, not the right to remove him by killing him “just as you should have the same right to do so with an unborn person. What happens as a consequence of that is a mute point.”This argument MIGHT perhaps make sense if their were a way to remove a baby without it’s direct killing. The only way to remove a child from your womb is to kill it. So, I ask this question. Why do you not have the right to kill the homeless man living off of you but you do have the right to kill a helpless child living off of you?

Arguments for abortion

I am continuing my conversation with Laura on Facebook. The arguments she presents simply astound me!! Please see the conversation below and then  give your honest thoughts.

Laura wrote:
at 12:38pm yesterday

And I reiterate, you get in a car, you consent to get to the end location, not to getting in a car accident, even though that is a possible consequence.

Jenifer Ramirez wrote
at 1:33pm yesterday

And I reiterate, you get in a car, you consent to get to the end location, not to getting in a car accident, even though that is a possible consequence.

And yet another analogy that makes no sense!! It would only make sense if driving a car was created in order to have transportation AND get into accidents. Sex is obviously not only for pleasure but also for pro creation. A car accident is not guaranteed but pro creation is else we as humans would not survive. I also believe that comparing pro creation to a car accident is not very smart. Is it an accident to carry on our race? I think not.

Merry Christmas to all!!!!! May we remember that our Lord Jesus was once an unborn child. Thank God His young mother did not choose abortion.

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The arguments used by the left really do astonish me at times. How one can compare pro creation with a car accident is beyond me. I only wish I could express myself more eloquently. I have never been good with words!  

Lena’s Story

Lena: 

Hi Iggy …………..I like you and respect your opinion and know from experience how hideous abortion is but still disagree.

I had a abortion at 18 . Never did see it as the ‘best solution ‘ but really the only solution . Sad to say like many other choices in life it was a matter of choosing between the lesser of two evils .There was NO way I could have ever carryed a baby to term .

I was alone and had to work . Making next to no money 9 years ago there was no way I could have ever supported a child either . Also I was not mature enough , being a party animal at the time and also a heavy drug user and alcoholic .I have seen many women starting in my own family with those issues actually have the baby and tragedy is always the result . You don’t really have the time , money , or maturity to raise a child properly . The kids often end up being ruined early having no real chance in life. Prisons , mental hospitals , and homeless shelters are full of them .

A I have gotten older and hopefully smarter and more humane have come to feel terrible about it . Have talked to my analyst about it often and even found myself shaking and crying at nite when thinking of the experience . Still in the same conditions I wud do the same again .

Life can be very very ugly . I put the experience right up there with having a a father who hated me and growing up dirt poor . Best to practice sex and if you do have to have a abortion see it as a f*cking griim reality that you will have to live with . Do plan though to have a baby someday though .

Lena: 

I meant to say ” practice safe sex”……………am the queen of typos and bad spelling

Me:

Hi Lena! I apologize for taking so long to post this! Would it be ok if I made this a blog entry itself so we don’t have your story buried in the comments?

Thank you so much for posting!

I can full well understand the reasoning behind what you are saying. I think many women think along the same lines. Number one question. Can I provide for my baby and will he/she suffer if I bring them into this world? This is a heartrending question that many mothers around the world ask themselves. Doing drugs and being wrapped up in that life does not help at all. I am so sorry this ended in abortion for you. I wonder, if things had been different, would you have possibly made a different choice?

Let me ask you this if I may. Let’s say you are 18 again. All of the circumstances are the same except for one thing. You have a stable family standing behind you willing to help you no matter the cost. They are even willing to adopt this child and allow you to make the choice of being involved in it’s life or not. Would you reconsider that abortion? Would you at least think of the possibility of bringing this baby into the world? One thing that really bothers me at times is Pro Lifers who totally disagree with abortion and yet are not willing to shoulder the obvious responsibility. The rearing of a child. It is so easy to tell a woman not to kill her baby it is another to say, “ If you birth your child I will raise him/her as my own.”

Maybe I should ask this a different way. Is there anything, as an 18 year old, that would have helped you to make a different choice?

You and I are the same age it seems. Please don’t misunderstand me. Even if no one steps forward to adopt a child I still say to kill this child is not the right answer. Their must be a better solution that does not involve waking up in the middle of the night crying and shaking being haunted by the memory.

Lena:

Hi , If I had a real family who wud have helped wud like to think I wud have done things differently . But the reality is I didn’t and it’s the same situation faced by many women and girls .

After telling my mother I was pregnant she told me I can’t move back in with her and I made my own bed of roses so had to lay in them .

Then she got excited talking all about her new bf……………..

Feel free to put this inthe regular blog area .

My Response:

 Lena,

First of all I want to thank you again for all of the insight and for baring yourself here. I cannot even begin to fathom the pain you have gone through and are still going through. I never started this blog to bash women for having abortions but to try and figure out why. If I can figure out why maybe I can help to find a better solution for all involved. It helps me to know that if given the chance you may have chosen differently. I understand that adoption is not without it’s heartache but maybe it is a different heartache?

I feel so bad for what your mom said and did. I can only pray that God helps me to be different, and you as well! We can always learn from our parents, both the good and the bad.

 My one concern for you, and other women in your situation, is that you are able to see yourself loved by God. I know this opens up a whole new topic and please don’t think that you must reply. I don’t want to debate you. I only want you to know that God does love you. I hope that through your story I will be able to help, even one woman, in the future. If every pro-life person takes this stance we would have alot of women who might make different choices. May God help us all as we try to live the best we know how.