Friday, December 26, 2014
I was raised to be a good girl. To sit quietly, and agree when I could. I was raised not to create waves, and be a peace maker. Sometimes, that just doesn't work. Sometimes I have to get out of my comfort zone, and speak up. Politely, of course.
I spoke up and said "I am so happy. I finally have health insurance. Obama Care!
They said; "Only lazy people are on Obama Care! You are for abortion! Obama Care supports abortion!
None of those statements are true. Both my husband and I work very hard every day. We are also prolife.
I spoke up again and said; "I wonder what state Scott Brown will go to when he is not elected in New Hampshire?"
They said; "You must be for abortion! Only pro abortion people would support someone besides Scott Brown!".
Then one day Scott Brown said; "I am prochoice just like Jeanne Shaheen." Although they were wrong in what they said, they did not apologize to me. Scott Brown was defeated, and I have to believe that my voice made a difference.
They judged me for speaking up. They judged me wrongly and cruelly. It hurt for a while, but now their comments speak much more about who they are than who I am.
Today I thank them for helping me find my voice, and realize just how hollow their judgments are. They helped me to become firmer in my prolife belief: I believe that life is precious from conception to death. My biggest influence on a person's life is after birth, but I stand with those who choose to carry a life within their body to full term and give birth. People who struggle over giving birth and terminating a pregnancy need to know that their is support for their child. They need to know that there is health care and provision. That is where you and I can help!
Maybe I will find my voice again. Maybe they will say mean and cruel things. Maybe I will care less and less about what they say. Maybe it will make a difference. Maybe.