This morning I awoke to some horrifying thoughts. I’m almost too scared to type them. Before I share them with you let me tell you about my weekend leading to this morning.

On Saturday I attended the Maine Right to Life’s annual “Hands Around the Capitol” pro-life rally in Augusta, Maine. It was so nice to see many government officials there including our governor. Then as a group we walked from St. Michael’s auditorium to the Capitol building where we joined hands and listened as bells tolled 42 times for over 57 million killed by abortion.  The sign I held read Abortion stops a beating heart. A car drove by and I heard a voice shout Land of the Free. Hmmm..

Yesterday being Sanctity of Life Sunday, I quietly stood with many others on Main Street here in my hometown as I held a sign that said Life is A Beautiful Choice sponsored by the Pregnancy Care Center here in Presque Isle, Maine.

It has been several months now I had a dream of a pair of flat black boots. In this dream I saw footprints underneath of the boots as they were sitting by my kitchen door. I didn’t think too much of the dream although it did seem quite significant. In reality my sister did give me a pair of flat black boots several years ago just like the pair in the dream and I wear them on occasion. They always reminded me of army boots and I am a woman that likes heels on all my footwear really (sorry sister). However, I can’t tell you the feeling that came over me and the quick remembrance of the dream of those boots as I quickly put them on to walk from the rally to the State Capitol on Saturday. The same remembrance of the dream of the black boots came to the forefront of my mind as I hurriedly put the boots on to stand with others on Maine’s wintery sidewalk yesterday.

Both days were very cold and although I dressed warm I couldn’t help but find myself praying for the coldness of the human hearts that legalized abortion. As tears streamed down my face I thought about the selfishness of mankind. How sometimes we choose the easy road not thinking of the unborn child’s life. I wept for my own aborted son Jeremiah, my baby without a voice. I found myself praying for more media coverage, movies, radio, television, streaming audio and every form of communication to bring the truth to America once again and all across this globe.

Now this brings me to those horrifying thoughts of my morning. Today, we remember the life of Martin Luther King Jr. He was a man that made great strides in our nation because of the dream God placed inside of him and today we honor him. What if his mother had chosen not to have him? Where would our country be today? What about the reader today reading this post, what if your mother chose to abort you? Do you value your life? Really, are you blessed to be alive? Then please value the life of the unborn, the baby without a voice. Speak out for Life.

God we repent for the millions of babies aborted here in America. We repent of the many girls and women that have come to America for an abortion. Today, we ask you to expand the territory so truth can be proclaimed. Life matters and today we speak out for the unborn. Can they be free too in this land that claims to know you? America Land of the Free …Hmmmm

Lord just as you used Martin Luther Jr. and the dream you placed inside his heart that he was willing to die for, may many today step out and take the next step in proclaiming the truth. Abortion is not the answer. Will every reader today take their beating heart and leave their footprint on the world? You have given us the Power to Change the World, you have given us a voice. I pray for courage and boldness for us all Oh God, that you would protect us from evil as we stand and declare the truth. Amen

Jeremiah 1:5  Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

Psalm 127:3  Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.