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The Parenthood Award

Every year Planned Parenthood, which is not interested in planning anything but abortions, gives out its yearly award called the Margaret Sanger Award. Last weekend, the honor went to Hillary Clinton for her work throughout her career in public service because she supports women’s health and reproductive rights.

Jay Leno joked about this on his show saying:
“In an unusual gesture for a sitting secretary of state, Hillary Clinton was given Planned Parenthood's highest award. In her speech she revealed her number one recommended method of birth control: pantsuits.”

What is this Margaret Sanger award? I learned from Conservapedia that Margaret Sanger, who founded Planned Parenthood, argued for woman's liberation from the domination of men. She advocated economic independence and withdrawal from the traditional family unit, particularly marriage. She wrote “No woman can call herself free who does not own and control her body. No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother.”

I got an email from Onenewsnow.com/daily news brief . The report said that while Hillary was inside the ballroom receiving her kudos, hundreds of pro-life activists held a vigil outside. They got on the local news.

Simultaneously, that day I received an email from my friend, Jan, who sent me a touching video on the subject of mothering. A pregnant black lab was found wandering and the animal adoption shelter picked her up. She birthed her litter and all puppies were adopted. At this same time, a litter of kittens lost their momma. They were placed in the lab’s quarters where she nursed them. The video went on to give similar examples of the horse that was raised by a goat. Also featured was the leopard that killed a baboon never touching her baby, but nursing it in her absence. The news reporters gasped at how nurturing a mother is. “It’s just in the nature of the female” they said.

I sit here at my desk pondering...asking God’s forgiveness for our nation’s lack of respect for human life. Even animals know how to love, to nurture even when the species is not from their own bodies. Lord, help us!

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  1. Yes, my friend, Lord help us! In a fallen world filled with so much confusion, chaos, hard economic times and so much more, the world is made of flesh and in that comes making their own decisions.

    Dear Heavenly Father,

    I stand with my friend today and uplift every one in this entire world to your Throne of Grace. Father, we open up their minds, their hearts and their souls for them to you. We intercede for them and ask for your grace and tender mercies. We ask that you fill them with your will, love, wisdom, guidance, strength, patience, endurance through the trials and so much more. Please forgive them Lord, for they do not fully understand what they are doing to themselves and to their unborn in Jesus precious name. Amen.

    I jus love you Mary. I do. Thank you dear friend for this eye-opener this morning.

    Many hugs & prayers,
    Alleluiabelle

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  2. I just want to thank you for always visiting my site! I love it and the more you encourage me to write about the Lord [like sister "Alleluiabelle". I just want to let you know, I might not know you in person, but you are in my prayers now. Your post is a nice reminder of man's foolishness, thinking that we know everything and we can do everything, to the point that we feel it's right to kill such precious creations of the Lord. I pray many more people will turn to the Lord. God is awesome that He is being patient all this time...God bless. Have a nice day!

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  3. Oh, how heart wrenching it is to think of how human life, the life of innocent little lambs, are discarded in our society. May God have mercy on America! Let's continue to pray for our nation. Thank you for your post. And thank you so much for visiting my blog and for your kind words. You are such a blessing!

    Andrea

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