The Spirit of Christmas is LOVE

The imagery of Love from the Christmas story is the image of Mary seeing and holding Jesus for the first time. The recognition from Mother to child and child to mother is a deep, deep love that cannot be described in words. In this picture, we have only an inkling of the Love of God for us as we accept the gift of the Christ and hold it in our uncertain grasp. As Mary and Joseph watched their child with loving care, so are we tenderly and lovingly watched and protected by the Divine Father~Mother within us and around us.

CLOSE YOUR EYES. Know that each breath is a representation of God's love. In the same way our breath moves in and out of our bodies nourishing and refreshing us, so God’s love is feeding and renewing our souls. Like the love of a mother for a child, God’s love is not something we can see or measure. But God’s Love is evident when we look around. It’s in a smile, a touch, a hug. We are the givers and receivers of God’s Love . . . . Know that God’s Love lives in you and all around you. And know that in our most challenging times, we can always lean our head on the bosom of the Divine Mother and rest in her tender, her comforting, her loving embrace. Author Unknown

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The Mother

By Gwendolyn Brooks (1917 - 2000)
from "A Street in Bronzeville"


Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim
killed children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages,
aches, and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?--
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had a body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

Real Stories ~ Real People

40 Days for Life is a movement dedicated to saving lives, healing the wounds of abortion, and changing hearts across our land. Watch this video to meet some of the loving people involved in this effort.
http://40daysforlife.com/

Snowflake Babies

Snowflake Babies are babies and children who were fertilized in vitro and then cryo-preserved, or "frozen," as embryos for storage until they were allowed to be implanted in a mother and then born, often through embryo adoption. There are now 134 such children living, the first being Hannah, born in 1998. Nightlight Christian Adoptions began an embryo adoption program in 1997 in an effort to help more than 400,000 frozen embryos realize their ultimate purpose ~LIFE~ while sharing the hope of a child with an infertile couple. Multi-ethnic embryos also await adoption. 

http://www.nightlight.org/snowflakes-embryo-donation-adoption/

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

And before you were born I consecrated you.

~Jeremiah 1:5~

It is a poverty to decide that a child must die

so that you may live as you wish.

~Mother Teresa~