Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Sexual assault is a ProLife issue

Being ProLife to me means respect for life at all times.  It means respect for people and their persons.  I can not destroy the body of a person in my womb because I have to respect that persons right to their own body.  The right I have to control my body is superseded by that persons rights, I won't die if I have to give them room for a while.

In the same way though I have the right to my own body, meaning I have the right, within reason, to control who touches and who does not touch my body.  Sexual assault and rape violate my person and therefore in my mind are not ProLife.

I know this is contrary to what most people who believe abortion is a right.  They think we don't believe in a persons right to their body but that is so wrong.  That right is so inviolate that it means I can't kill someone else out of convenience.  It also means that I don't have to allow someone else to control my body by sexual assult

Monday, August 19, 2013

Only God knows

I have a very bad habit of assuming that no one will like me.  So I don't let people in, especially those whom I like.  I hide myself from them and turn myself inside out to become some sham version of the person I think they want me to be.  So, they don't ever get to know the real me and relationship stays shallow because I won't let them in.  The funny thing is that when they get tired of trying to get to know me and leave, I assume it's because they caught a narrow glimpse of me and rejected me.

But, God knows me, and He loves me.  Horribly imperfect as I am, He loves me.  To Him i am not too wrong for words.  To Him I am beautiful and unique.  He made me and He has a plan for my life. That plan includes all the mistakes I've made, he can use those mistakes.  I am not too broken, He is the Potter, I am His clay.  I am His work, the one who made the stars, made me, and you for that matter.  How can I look at the beauty of His creation and not know that I too am beautiful and special?  If He made the mountains, the sky, flowers, and zebras, He made me.  Even more amazing He made me in His likeness, and He is all beauty.

If I truly believe this I have to carry this out into the world with me.  If God can love me then other people can love me if I let them.  I have to give them a chance to see me.  I begin to think that if I let them see me, then I will see them too, and seeHim in them.