Life

Heading out to the March for Life out in DC later today. =)

I went for the first time last year and really enjoyed being there despite the cold and rain. Because really, it was less of a protest/demonstration than it was this HUGE party. People from all over the country had come, even some who had to travel over 8 hours to get there!

It made me think of another rally that my home state had. It wasn't as big, but it was pretty good for one of the most liberal states. =)
As we were walking at some point, someone asked, "Well, what about war? War kills people too." My poor highscool self didn't know what to say at the time. She wanted to respond, but didn't know how.
I wish I could've told him that 55 million people are missing since Roe v. Wade...which is more than any one war.
I wish I could tell every single mother considering abortion that she is loved so much more than she thinks, and abortion will only hurt her. I wish I could tell them how much pain and trauma I can see in the people I know who have had abortions.

I wish. I can't do anything big enough now to do that.
But I can do little things instead.

I can attend this march and witness to how much life means to me. I can go and tell the world by going how much fun life is! I'll laugh with my friends, skip down the road, sing, and just celebrate life.

I can live the life I have. And by doing so, maybe they'll change how they see life... maybe they'll give others a chance.

Life is beautiful, and everyone deserves a chance to live it.

Will you march with us?

Don't think I need to say anything more. Except maybe...you should come see the epicness. It's a party. For Life.

Oh hi 2013

A happy new year to you, dear anonymous reader(s)! I hope this year brings you new dreams to reach for, new adventures and opportunities to explore, and many blessings.

So during the countdown to today, my family and I were watching tv and Taylor Swift came on to sing. Now I like Taylor Swift's music, not all of it, but it has a certain refreshing innocence to it compared with a lot of other music. Well, it did anyway...now I'm not so sure. But seeing her on screen kind of reminded me of this blog post that I'd read quite a while back:

This post is intended as a lament of sorts, a lament for something in the culture that is dying and may never been seen again.

Pretty, pretty is dying.

People will define pretty differently.  For the purposes of this piece, I define pretty as a mutually enriching balanced combination of beauty and projected innocence.

Read more: The Death of Pretty


Today is the feast of Mary, Mother of God. It's also the first day of the new year. While people are making resolutions to lose weight to become that "hot" image, I'm going to be a rebel.
To the girls who have somehow made their way to this little blog, I don't know about you, but I don't want my heart to belong to someone who is only after my looks. I want to be loved, cherished, and respected for who I am by a man who truly sees this. I know you want the same thing too, don't deny it. But if you really want it, it has to begin with you.

This year, I'm taking Mary as a model and guide. Not just in the way I dress, but in the way I act.
Being pretty is not necessarily going to catch a whole lot of attention. But it's ok. Because the person who does notice is the one who's worth it. In the end, I'll always remember that there's Someone (or someones ;) ) who think I'm beautiful.
And they are worth it indeed.