As we approached Mother’s Day, I thanked God for all the joys my two blessings have brought throughout the years, and with God’s protection, will continue to bring.
Eyes that light up and remind you of bewilderment and pure, absolute joy in nature.
A love and respect for simplicity or special moments in time that are truly priceless.
The things worth far more than gold or tangible collections. . .the collections of the heart known as our truly most precious treasures.
Society tells you to seek financial success, stores and gains.
God says it won't be easy, take up your cross follow Him.
Society states you can do it all, have it all. Can you really? Would you have given up those most precious treasures for the allure of what society deems success? More trips, more homes, more prestige and atta girl's at work.
Sadly, some mother’s gave their treasures up. I do not condemn or judge them. I know I am not in their shoes, and if it wasn't for hearing God's call it very well could have been me. No one is better or above another, no matter what society or a horrible agenda deems.
For some, their society is oppressive and for others they buy into a lie that it’s not a precious gift to be cared for, loved, nurtured, but rather cast aside or discarded because they don’t understand. . .their Precious Treasure has been deemed not worthy.
Not worthy of whom? Society? Not worth the effort or inconvenience placed upon them at that moment in time?
I waited until after Mother’s Day as I dealt with those celebratory feelings of a proud mother and pervasive feelings of aching and sadness. I am the recipient who's oldest daughter made her a beautiful, gourmet style breakfast complete with an indulgent bunch of baby’s breath and actually worried whether her exceptional contribution of time and effort was worthy enough or whether I genuinely liked it. Of course she knew it could have tasted like stale cardboard and I would have said it was delicious. It Was delicious because I come from a family of devoted mothers and exceptional cooks. A skill passed down through generations on both sides of my family. This lovely daughter of mine also got me a cast iron skillet which she knew more about how to care for it than I did, as I have never owned one.
My precious daughters when they were younger, oldest with her Papa. . .believe people when they say it will go fast, it does!
My daughter's gourmet breakfast! It was delicious!
Me with my beautiful mom and my sweet aunt who is no longer here, but was an amazing cook like my mother and their mother before them, my grandma.
My younger daughter, a beautiful teen gives me the gift of love every day. I find this extraordinary for a girl of her age in a society that tries to grow them up as quickly as possible. She is not embarrassed to reach for her mother’s hand and hold it on a walk, just for a little while. Though she hears much about how some, possibly many girls her age who do not have a good relationship with their mother. This does not mean our relationship is perfect. I simply know at the end of the day, my two girls love and adore their imperfect mother, and they know I would move heaven and earth for their protection!
I pray for God's hand of protection and guidance over their lives daily. I know I can't be there 24/7. Grateful He watches over them and a help in this world filled with perils at least around every other corner. I breath and give those corners to Him.
It dawns on me, I never would have had these amazing children and moments if they were not gifted to me by the Creator. I would not have had this had I listened to the lies told us by society and their Planned Parenthood propaganda with a feminist movement that actually seems to be Against females rather than For them. I had encountered this story.
I hear, “mama are you okay?” When I go through bouts of being happy for what I have and not being able to comprehend how some threw it away because they were tricked or fooled by society, propaganda or both. My heart aches for them. They will never understand true treasure in the sense of some of God’s most precious gifts. Why did they, how could they just throw them away. Was it casual or did they agonize over it?
This does not leave them hopeless. I have to do what the Creator wishes. He wants for them to know His love, the love between a Father and a child.
God keeps taking me from appalled to called. I know, it’s an awful rhyme and you’re quite right to shake your head, as I did. Just because I don’t understand a mother’s heart, doesn’t mean that I have walked in their shoes, nor does it mean that God won’t forgive them, because He will, if they just ask for His forgiveness.
I am called, we who believe in our Creator are called to pray for them, love them. He wants these mothers to know His love. A love that won’t reject, discard or lead their soul to destruction. He wishes that none should perish. Does this mean He knows some will reject Him? Yes, He knows everything, but He is not the one who makes that choice…they have Free Choice to decide they want the Creator’s ways or to continue believing the lies of an evil agenda that stems from an evil source. . .the deceiver satan himself. God wants them to hear the Good News, that He loves them and made a way for them to be forgiven.
This Mother’s Day I included in my prayers of gratitude a prayer of repentance. Repentance for these little baby girls found in various rubbish heaps. Repentance for child sacrifice that goes on in America and around the globe under the guise of Planned Parenthood. I am sorry and repent for the wickedness of our murdering and discarding of God's precious gifts.
The Creator never wanted this. I assure you, Planned Parenthood and society does not have your or your baby's best interests at heart. They are in the business of terminating pregnancies rather than celebrating them.
I pray for these mothers who’s babies never had the chance to bless them with little arms around their neck, a sweet smile of gratitude, an “I love you mama”, a “do you need a hug mama?” A “goodnight mama, see you in the morning!” Or even the realization that the littleness of voice and stature, the cuteness will go away and you will see them mature into that independent gift that will go on to encourage you, amaze you, lets be honest, even sometimes disappoint you (as they are just as imperfect and will make mistakes as you do). Yet amidst all of it including those poor choices, they always will continue to bless you and be a comfort to you in this many times unfair, harsh world. This realm where sin entered and destroyed God’s perfect environment and plan for us.
May our Creator help them find their way to Him. His love is perfect. His love is powerful, so powerful it can cover a hurt with forgiveness that many of us cannot even begin to comprehend. Isaiah 55:7 Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.
I don’t have to comprehend it and you don't have to, God our Creator does not categorize sin, though I don’t begin to fathom it. . .that is why He is God and we are Not! The God who can and does forgive any and all sin if you just ask Him.
Never one accustomed to having people like the truth when I have to give it. Those expected to be truth bearers are not liked by many. Truth is not fun, you learn at a young age when you buck the propaganda machine and all that this world holds as “exciting, trendy, popular, not so tactful” you will be scorned by family, friends and much of society.
I knew my report on this would not be accepted well. I was aware it would be met by much disgust for not only focusing on the “positives” in our culture of motherhood. I fully realized even those who profess christendom would think it very negative. I understand, it is weighty material. I spent days and still do cry over these baby girls and all babies who are murdered. I know they are in a better place now, so I cry for what could have been for those mommies, whether they know what they gave up by choice or not.
This man touched my heart. The fact that he would buck a group like the mullahs, who see themselves as esteemed religious leaders of their country/world. They consider their jihad or killings all in the name of a false god a greater call than this man attempting to help the little babies they all condemn to death. As they condone their murder in the name of religion they ridicule this man who reckons he is about 90 years old. He is called an infidel by them. Sleeps on a hospital bed in a back room of the charity headquarters accessible through an alleyway in a slum of Karachi, Pakistan.
His name was Abdul Sattar Edhi and in light of what these modern day Pharisees and Sadducees said, Edhi who put out cradles in front of his charity for these unwanted babies and states, “I will not go to paradise where these type of people go,” he smiles. “I will go to heaven where the poor and miserable people live.” Indeed Edhi as Matthew 19:24 states, "And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God."
What an amazing soul Abdul Sattar Edhi was. You can find his amazing story here. @artistiquejewels/hundreds-of-baby-girls-bodies-found-in-trash-heaps-throughout-pakistan-sad-sight
Does every parent still picture their kids like this when they leave their house no matter how old they get?
What are your thoughts on these baby girls who were murdered and the many infants still being terminated through planned homicide? May God protect all and direct your paths. Godspeed!