I am writing from Los Angeles today.  I love it here.  I love California.  It is so beautiful.  I was so honored to be a speaker at an event called Unidos por la Vida.  It was held today at the LA Convention Center.  It was so amazing.  I am continually reminded how blessed I am to be working in this movement. 

Somebody wrote me yesterday and was accusing me of “sympathizing with PP workers.”  They were saying it as a negative thing.  Let me just clear that up.  Yes.  I absolutely symapthize with them.  I was one of them.  I know what it is like to be them.  I know that they feel that they are helping women.  I know that feel that they are providing a wonderful service.  I know that they are lied to by the abortion industry.  I know many times they feel trapped by their jobs…they feel like they can’t leave their income, their insurance, their job security.  I know…I know all of these things.  So, yes.  I do sympathize with them.  And that sympathy is what changes their hearts…it is what softens their hearts.  It is what opens their eyes to the truth.  Today I talked to a woman who works at a Planned Parenthood.  She had heard my testimony and told me that she had struggled with her employment for almost a year.  But, like all of the workers, she just kept justifying what she was doing…she kept saying that she WAS helping those women…that they needed these services.  But after hearing about that child fighting for its life, she knew she could no longer justify her work.  She knew she had to get out.  She contacted me for help.  She wanted to know what her next step should be.  So, I contacted people and now we are all working to get her out of there ASAP.  It is that sympathy…that empathy…that compassion for these workers that keeps me doing this.  Because of that, there is now one more person that is no longer working in the abortion industry.  PRAISE GOD!!  We have to love ALL that are affected by abortion…the women, the men, the families, the babies and the WORKERS.  I can’t tell you where this particular woman works right now, but please keep her in your prayers.  I can’t wait until she walks out of that door for the last time.  She will experience a sense of peace that is unfamiliar and indescribable…but so incredible.  I am so proud of her and her courage.  God is so amazing. 

Yesterday I was sitting in the Dallas airport and there was the most precious little girl wandering up and down the aisle where I was waiting.  She was possibly the most precious little girl I have ever seen in my life…except for Grace of course.   She was so happy and sweet.  She kept laughing a clapping her hands.  She would wave at everyone.  She looked like she was around 2.  I couldn’t stop looking at her and smiling.  She seemed to make everyone smile and laugh that she encountered.  So precious.  She had Down’s Syndrome.  As I was watching her run around and wave at everyone, I realized what a real gift she is.  So many people choose to terminate their children when they find out they have Down’s Syndrome.  I think it is somewhere around 85%.  But, her parents realized how special she was.  They didn’t back away from the challenge.  She was still their baby.  Their gift.  Their blessing.  I wondered how many people’s lives she would touch in her lifetime?  How many’s people’s lives would be touched because of her?  Hundreds, thousands, millions?  I will never know.  I do know that her little life did touch my heart yesterday.  I had tears in my eyes as I watched her take in the world for those 30 minutes.  ALL life is so precious!!!  I am so thankful that God granted me that moment with her. 

Tomorrow starts the beginning of a new week!  I hope all of you are blessed beyond belief!

I have been getting these emails from a friend of mine about a man who was on trial against Planned Parenthood.  This guy went into a Planned Parenthood building that was under construction, blew a horn, and then walked out.  Well, because he criminally trespassed, PP pressed charges on him and took him to court.  Yes, there are a million “NO TRESPASSING” signs all over the PP grounds.   

This guy, we will call him Stan, recently had his day in court.  My friend sent me an e-mail update about this guy saying that he was pleading not guilty.  I was confused because I was certain that he did, in fact, criminally trespass onto their property and blow a horn…so how was he not guilty?  But, I figured I would wait and see what his argument was.  Well, the day came and Stan found himself in court against PP.  Stan read a piece of paper stating how abortion had robbed children of their rights and how PP was doing this every day…but did he trespass on to their property and blow a horn?  Yes.  Did he state that he did that?  Yes.  Was he still pleading not guilty?  YES.  Stay with me here…

So, it turns out that Stan seems to be a nice guy and the judge is super pro-life.  So, the judge decides to only give him probation because the judge thinks he is “such a nice guy.”  Plus, he sympathizes with his situation because he is also pro-life.  My friend also tells me how there were so many lawyers and workers of the court who were there wearing pro-life garb such as bracelets and things like that.  That couldn’t have hurt Stan’s cause. 

But is this right?  I mean, the guy criminally and intentionally trespasses onto someone else’s property and just because he’s a nice guy and the judge values life, this guy pretty much gets off scott free?  You may be wondering why I am not jumping for joy about this…here’s why.  This is not fair.  This is not justice.  This is not what our judicial system is about.  What if it were the other way around? 

Let’s say you were the director of a pregnancy center and you were in the middle of constructing a beautiful new building.  One day some pro-choice loon decides to trespass onto your property and stage some sort of demonstration right in the middle of your new, beautiful pregnancy center.  You would be angry.  You would, of course, press charges.  You would go to court.  You walk into court and everyone is wearing PP bracelets.  You recognize the judge…he is a well-known supporter of PP.  He tells the court that he supports PP and a woman’s right to choose and thinks the guy that trespassed is “such a nice guy” that he basically gets a slap on the wrist.  You would be FURIOUS!!!  That would not be a win.  That would not be justice.  We would want better.  We would EXPECT better. 

That is exactly what has happened in this situation.  I am not happy with this outcome.  I believe that if you break the law, you suffer the consequences…pro-life or pro-choice.  What this guy did is not right.  It was a crime.  I believe he deserves to pay for his action.  I believe that if we are going to win this fight we must play by the rules…and that means following the law…not breaking it.  Don’t people see…that is why people in the pro-choice movement call us lunatics.  Going into a building a blowing a horn?  Really?  What has that done for the movement?  This guy has broken the law.  More fuel to their fire.  Better to spend time volunteering for a pregnancy center or sidewalk counseling outside of an abortion clinic…not trespassing onto Planned Parenthood property.

Just got back this weekend from a three day speaking jaunt.  I had three events back-to-back in three different states.  It was pretty crazy.  But I met a lot of great people with great pro-life organizations!  This work is definitely more of a ministry than a job.  I thought that this summer was going to be really slow, but it doesn’t look like that is going to be the case.  Doug, Grace and I definitely need some good family time after all of this traveling.  We have a fun vacation planned in July.  It is going to be great!  Actually, we have two vacations planned…we are going to be sick of each other after this summer is over!  

I was watching Mike & Mike on ESPN a few days ago and heard something really interesting.  A high school kid had thrown a golfing tournament so that another kid could go to a national tournament.  Now, the kid that threw the tournament was already qualified, so he was pretty much going to take up two spots…so he decided he would intentionally shank one of his last spots into the rough so that this other kid would have the second spot.  This makes me so irritated.  I mean, at first you think, “awww, how sweet.”  But, NO!  This is what is wrong with our society!!!!  People don’t EARN anything!!  I mean, I know I am a super competitive person, but seriously!  I honestly think that if I was that kid that was pitied into qualification, I don’t think I would even go to the national tournament.  I would not want to go unless I earned it…not if someone else GAVE it to me!  UGH!!  What is wrong with people???  And, if this kid wanted to be so charitable, then why would he go to the papers and new agencies and brag about his good deed?  I was kind of thinking that maybe he just shanked it on accident and then said, “Oh wait, that was on purpose.  I meant to do that.”  Where is our competitive spirit??  I know this is just a kid’s golfing tournament, but I think it is kind of the mentality of so many people today.  Okay…there is my rant.  

I need someone to come and declutter my house…who do you hire to come do that?    I hate cleaning my house.  I like cleaning other people’s houses.  Why is that?  I guess I get tired of looking at my own stuff. 

I got an e-mail from someone and it was titled “anonymous,” of course.  People who type offensive e-mails never put their names.  But, I actually didn’t think it was offensive at all.  I thought it was funny.  Here is a little snip-it.  “I really don’t understand why people like you feel the need to get in other people’s genetalia.”  Well, besides misspelling genitalia, that whole sentence is silly.  I, for one, do not want to be in ANYONE’s genitalia.  That is for sure.  Here’s another sentence from it. “Having a baby is a physical and emotional strain that not everyone is prepared for, especially when it’s a thirteen year old girl.”  Isn’t it funny how pro-aborts will always go to the extreme cases?  I used to do that, too.  I mean, nevermind that hardly anyone having an abortion is a 13 year old girl.  The majority are women between the ages of 18-25.  But, you know, they will always go for the 12 year old girl who was raped by her dad…what should she do, huh, HUH????  That is so silly.  Here’s another good one.  “I went a Christian school and church for over 15 years and the bull is always the same.”  Well, all I can say to that is that you must have not been a very good student!   Here’s the last thing that I thought was really great. “And I really don’t want you to pray for me, so please don’t.”  Like someone can send me something like that and I am not going to pray for them!!  Come on!!  This anonymous person is now at the top of my prayer list!!!    I look forward to hearing about their conversion.   

Hope everyone has a wonderful week!  I am home all week until Friday…I leave for Los Angeles Friday through Monday.  Blessings to all of you!!!

Today, the largest abortion clinic in the western hemisphere opened in Houston.  It is a sad day for me.  Just a year ago, I thought that I would have been celebrating this day…that I would have been at the ribbon cutting…that I would have been at the opening gala.  But instead, I am here.  I am traveling, speaking out against Planned Parenthood.  Speaking out and revealing their lies.  Trying to help women heal from the abortions that I helped perform.  It is interesting how our lives can change so quickly…how our “plans” seem to change without our consent. 

I remember the day that I resigned from Planned Parenthood.  I had already told all of my employees that I was leaving…two of them knew why I was leaving and actually wanted to leave, too.  It was a day of celebration for all of us.  I was leaving…I was closing the chapter on 8 years of my life.  And, they were on their way out, too.  We all thought they would be right behind me…their resignation letter following mine in just a few days.  As most abortion clinics, there are huge doors with huge locks and access cards on every door and access gates, so on and so on.  It’s like entering a prison.  I had turned in my access card and all of my keys.  Once that final gate closed, I couldn’t go back.  I remember when that last gate was closing, I had a sudden urge to turn around and catch it.  It was a strange feeling.  I wanted more than anything to be rid of that place and the work that I was doing there…but it was so final…I could never go back in.  And then I heard that heavy iron gate close behind me.  It was done.  Eight years over.  Eight years of work complete.  Eight years of friendships lost.  Done.  My two friends that were with me cheered.  They were so happy for me.  I was happy, too…but it was a type of happiness that I can’t really describe.  I guess it was peace…joy.  Well, we know how that story ends with those two ladies.  They did not leave.  They are still there and they actually testified against me in court.  The threat of losing your livelihood is a very powerful thing. 

The reason I told you that story is because today, I don’t have that feeling at all.  I have another feeling that I can’t really explain.  It’s not really sadness or disappointment.  It’s more like grief.  I can’t stop thinking about the people that I used to work with.  I can imagine their excitement.  They are searching their new environment for all of their new toys…all of their new gadgets…like children on an unfamiliar playground.  The board of directors and large donors are bursting with pride.  THEY made this happen…that’s what they are thinking.  THEY made this a reality.  Women who don’t know any better are looking at this beautiful new facility and wondering what it can do for them.  How could something that looks so nice be so bad?  They will be enticed to go check it out for themselves.  See, I can put myself in all of these people’s shoes because I have been in all of them.  I have thought like they think.  I have lived like they live.  I have worked like they work.  That, in itself, causes me grief.  You know, I donated a pretty good amount of money to the capital campaign for that building…my name should be up on the front.  I wonder if they printed my name on there???  HAHA!  Now THAT makes me laugh.  But my main grief just comes from all of the excitement that this building will stir up. 

My prayer is that the clinic workers inside will not feel excited, but will feel uncomfortable.  Uncomfortable that they will be working at the largest abortion facility in the United States.  Uncomfortable that a portion of their paycheck comes from killing children who could survive outside of their mother’s womb.  I pray that suddenly they do not just see their job as a paycheck anymore…I hope that they feel the sense of tragedy that is taking place everyday inside of those walls.  I pray that the community of Houston will rise up against this facility.  Planned Parenthood will be trying to infiltrate the minority community that surrounds the clinic.  I pray that the community will be privy to their schemes…that they will not allow them to darken the doors of their churches, homes or schools. 

Now is a time that our nation needs to be in prayer.  This is not the end of the Planned Parenthood abortion “super-centers.”  This is just one of the firsts.  There have already been several that have been built.  More are in the planning stages.  We have to pray…we have to plan…we have to be one step ahead.  Support your pro-life legislators, support your pregnancy centers, support your local 40 Days for Life campaign…it is not enough to just SAY we are pro-life anymore.  We must ACT on those words.  It’s time to make abortion unthinkable…what will you do?