Abortion…I was there in the beginning, Part 2 by Betty L. Arthurs

Had an abortion? Forgiveness is yours through God’s love. Take His gift and walk on through the storms in your life because we don’t condemn you, we forgive, but must speak out to preserve precious life.

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Abortion…I was there in the beginning. Part 2 by Betty L. Arthurs

Looking back over 40 years later, it seems impossible doesn’t it that I, happily pregnant, was helping to care for, along with other pregnant co-workers, mothers killing their babies?

John finished his studies in May and found a temporary job so I could quit working.
We were waiting for a teaching position to open up in Wilson, NY. Julie and I played for many long hours as my due date in June drew near. What a relief to not work and have time to rest. But one day I stopped feeling life in our baby, something was not right. Frantic, we rushed to my obstetrician who confirmed that our baby had died. In a few days I delivered Christopher Lee, always an active little guy, with the umbilical cord
wrapped around his neck. He was so perfect, so…

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Abortion…I was there in the beginning, Part 1 by Betty L. Arthurs

This week in Washington D.C. is the March for Life where thousands gather to pray for an end to abortion and the killing of preborn men and women so I am re-blogging this article when I was a nurse in 1972…yes, I was there in the beginning just doing my job in a small NY hospital when they legalized abortion before the rest of America.

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Abortion…I was there in the beginning. Part 1 by Betty L. Arthurs

Over the years, many people have distanced themselves from the abortion debate until recently they learned of Planned Parenthood’s selling of body parts from pre-born babies.
Undercover videos revealed the scope of the heartless attitude of executives talking about their gruesome enterprise like they were dissecting fetal pigs in a college biology class.
For years abortion providers have told pregnant women it’s just a blob of tissue, let us help you take care of your problem. A fetal heart saved from the crushing of an abortionist is a tiny bit of flesh?

I was there from the beginning when abortion was made legal in the state of New York…before Roe v Wade.

In the early 1970s my husband and I moved to a college town in the Finger Lakes region of the state of New York so he…

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Thanks for this musical journey through “Ones.”

The Tides of Change

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One of my favorite vacation places is the beach. There’s something soothing about the waves lapping the shore, the roar of the ocean, and the sun kissing my skin. The tide washes up new treasures every morning. It reminds me of the promise found in Lamentations 3:22-23 that assures me that God’s mercies are “new every morning, great is your faithfulness.”

God’s faithfulness is as sure as the waves going out and coming back into the shore. The ebb and flow of the tide, the rising and falling, are all part of His craftsmanship. What is true of the ocean is also true about our lives.

The last few years have been a time of people washing in and out of my life. I was saddened when my nieces moved to Philadelphia from our sunny Arizona. I mourned as my daughter, son-in-law, and all six of my grandchildren moved out…

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The Healing Field of 9-1-1. . . by Betty Mason Arthurs

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The victims of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 are honored each year in our city. The Healing Field tribute of nearly 3000 flags is at a park in downtown Tempe, Arizona. The flag poles are six feet tall and spread over two acres on a grassy field near our lake. It is a heart breaking experience to see America’s red, white and blue flags with gold stars waving in a gentle breeze, and once again feel the grief of that horrific day.

Each flag has a tag with the name of the person killed. A pair of combat boots rests underneath the flag poles of the ones who were members of the military. There are stuffed animals tucked beneath the flags of the children lost.

Last year my husband and I, along with others, meandered through the flags and stopped to read some of the names. We wondered…

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