Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Source

Few things fill and stir me like writing does.

I’m aware that my audience here is just a handful, and that my voice is but a whisper. I know this, and if I’m being honest I sometimes lament it.
But the emptying and surge that comes from this practice, this hobby, this ministry of sorts – it’s what makes me come alive and leaves me feeling wide-eyed and awakened.
No matter how meager the readership.
What’s more…
When I find myself composing for a cause, championing some effort, exposing some serious devastation, shining light on any heinous act being performed around the earth, – this takes my little practice here to full circle, completes it, and makes it round and full.
Using words to rally and awaken souls….
Whether through story, journalism, or poetry….
It’s what I’m after.
So when I walked the halls of that women’s clinic a few weeks ago – my veins pulsed as I searched for words to describe it.
My artist friend Jamie had organized the visit – after feeling a fire rise up in her heart over the Planned Parenthood videos.
I pulled into the parking lot of a strip, and right there, situated in the middle of rowed store fronts – I saw The Source.
This is a place where women can go here in Houston – who need care in their reproductive years.
It’s a life-giving, holistic alternative to Planned Parenthood.
Praise God.
The Source offers up all of the services a PP would…
Minus the taking of innocent life, plus the gift of mental and spiritual guidance.
But here is the wild thing…
They do it all for free. 
They receive no government funding. All they do, is paid for by donations. They operate on a very low budget, while still giving the highest of care at three locations.

I was extremely impressed.

And I was very inspired….

Inspired to ask myself, “What is my role in all this?”

Naturally, among a few other things, my first response to that question was envisioning myself picking up the pen.

So, here I find myself punching keys for the place – hoping that you will ask yourself the “What is my role?” question, too.

We all have a part to play in giving life.

Is it medical care? 
Is it funding? 
Is it advertising?
Is it awareness?
Is it art?
Is it sharing your story to encourage others?
Is it guiding someone you know to a life-giving clinic?
Is it mentoring?
Is it prayer?
Is it reaching out to those brave women who choose life?
Is it helping to provide care for those needing post-abortive recovery?
Is it adoption?
Is it starting more holistic clinics around the globe?

There are so many options.

If you feel led to donate to The Source, head here. Or, if you find a clinic similar to The Source in your neck of the woods – bless them with a donation, volunteer hours, or prayer.

On average 125,000 babies will be torn from wombs today by the time your head hits the pillow.

Life doesn’t have to be taken from the babies, to give life to the women housing them.

Both can live and thrive….

If we all seize our role in it.

He Covers Me

I remembered grace today. Standing at my kitchen sink, rinsing off plates and spraying down pots, rushing. Hurrying…. because I still had a half dozen things left to do on my agenda list for the day, and the evening was approaching with speed. As I scurried and panted through it all – I noticed other things undone and dirtied that… Read more →

In Response

The only way I know how to start weaving words on this topic, is to begin with Wilberforce. Before I take us all in that direction however, I need you to know that always…. No matter the theme or purpose of the piece… I pray fervently that what I write will bear fruit and bring faith. This one is no… Read more →