Another Confession

Per the title of this entry, I have another confession to make (if you missed the first 10, you can see them here). This one is a little more serious.

#11: My favorite prophesy in the Bible, outside of the Messianic prophesies, is found in Obadiah 1:15:

“For the Day of the Lord draws near on all the nations. As you have done, it will be done to you. Your dealings will return on your own head.”

I know, I know. Sounds vindictive. Vengeful. Angry. I agree. But I understand that vengeance is not mine—it is God’s. And when you work in the area that I do, sometimes you just have to cling to some of the wrathful promises of God.

I don’t talk about what I do on here much. That’s for a couple reasons. One is for privacy. I have a unique and easily google-able first name. If you decide you don’t like me, you could figure out very quickly where I live. And I already know that the nation’s most notorious abortionist (one who has purposely run over pro-lifers with his car) has my home address—and that’s enough to worry about.

Another reason is because sometimes I just need a break. An escape. Which I think is why I generally try to ignore January 22. I should have probably blogged about this yesterday—that would have been blogger etiquette, right? Yesterday was the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade.

50 million lives lost.

A little background to put it all in context. Long-story short, I decided in fourth grade that I was going to “fight abortion.” From that time on, I knew I wanted to be a constitutional attorney. Everything I did scholastically centered around that goal. The classes I took; the grades I achieved; the activities I participated in. I studied in Washington, D.C. I interned for Congressmen and non-profit organizations. But I wasn’t really the one who did it—it was God.

So we are talking about this being my focus (or God’s focus for me) for about the last 23 years. Even in just the last 4 years, there have been joys; there have been stresses; there have been celebrations; and there has been mourning.

There are a lot of perks to my job—I work with awesome people, I have been able to do some pretty amazing and unheard of things for my age, and I get to do most of it from home, while raising my children.

But there have been some hardships. Like being in my third trimester, feeling every movement of my son, while reading graphic court testimony of how abortionists used their own fingers to pierce the skulls of babies the same age.

Like fearing that decades of common-sense laws, which protect women and have proven to reduce abortion by almost 20% in some parts of the country, will all come tumbling down if Obama signs the Freedom of Choice Act.

And so sometimes I just need to fall back on Obadiah 1:15. And remember that God is in control. And that even though I don’t have the power to change the hearts and minds of people, God does. And if they do not turn from their ways but continue the abomination, they will get their “reward.”

And even if I don’t always win, God already has.

Remember the unwanted children this week. Pray for them—and for their mommies. Abortion has two victims.