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Compete in the good fight of faith. Grab hold of eternal life—you were called to it, and you made a good confession of it in the presence of many witnesses.

1 Timothy 6:12 (CEB)

Forty-four years ago, the famous court decision, Roe vs. Wade, was passed. Twelve days earlier, my first baby was born and I was in the fog of new–motherhood. All the discussion about this hot topic was under the radar for me and I admit, I missed it.  It wasn’t until seven years later, the impact of that fateful decision began to penetrate my thinking and I realized that I never wanted to miss something as important as that again.

It wasn’t that I was a bad citizen — I voted. Maybe, I read the paper. But I had a friend who ran for Congress and needed some help getting out the vote on Election Day. I volunteered and was hooked in this wide swath of life called politics. Because my children were school-age, the issues that concerned them, concerned me. As a result, not only did I support the pro-life position but also worked on education reforms in my school district.

I spent twenty-five years in the heat of the battle. It is with a bit of amusement that I watch and note that the millionwomanmarch is creating such a stir. You would think that women never cared about anything before. Ask the suffragettes of the late 19th and early 20th centuries what they hoped to accomplish. Of the 58 million aborted babies, how many women didn’t even get a voice? A fellow at the gym had to get home so his wife could go to the march in Tucson. When I asked him why she wanted to go, he said it was to solidify with other women against husbands who were telling them what to do. (I wondered how he felt about that but said nothing.)

The Madonna’s of the world do not represent me. Ashley Judd will never see me spend any money on her movies again. The angry, resentful, bitter attitudes displayed may make them feel better but I can assure you that it does not speak for all women. We who are older worked in our own ways to make a difference. We did not sit home, watch soaps, and eat bonbons. And the fact of the matter is that it is hard work.

Elections have consequences and fear is surfacing as the primary one for women today. The battle cry is to unite, train women to run for office, disrupt where possible to get the attention of the media, be a pain in the neck. That may get you some scrutiny for awhile but I certainly don’t want my granddaughters to follow in your footsteps.

Lawmakers have to learn the art of compromise which is sadly lacking these days. I ran for a party office and as pro-life as I was, I learned how to approach each lawmaker in liberal California to get their endorsement. We sat down and discussed what was important for each of us…where to give a little to get a little. As a result, every lawmaker always took my call. They could trust that I wasn’t going to yell at them, disrupt the chamber while in session, say and write filthy things on the Internet, or embarrass them.

I have had two chats on Facebook over the last two days with young women that I know — Christian wives and moms — that believe the world, as we know it, is going to end with Donald Trump as President. He was not my candidate but he is now the duly elected President. The one thing I can testify to is that we will survive. When Bill Clinton was elected, I was devastated but I received a fax early the next morning that said, “Never, never, never, never give up,” a quote by Winston Churchill.

One day I realized that in my effort to change the world, it was my effort and not God’s. All the time, energy, and money spent to make a single change can be overturned by the voters in the blink of an eye. He called me to get out of politics and into the role of Mentor Mom for a group called MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). What greater calling than to influence the mothers of the next generation for Jesus where real change takes place, than to march in the streets and create chaos.

I hope that one day my five granddaughters will say that their Nana was a strong woman who believed in faith, freedom, and family and fought the good fight every day of her life.


The Fallen




Flags are flying; red/white/blue scarves and ties are in abundance at church today. The patriotic music brings a tear. We remember. It’s Memorial Day Weekend.

Yet, even while we celebrate, families are mourning for lost children, not killed on the battlefield of Afghanistan, but on the streets of Santa Barbara. Once more, a deranged young man has wreaked havoc on a community and young girls are shot, killed, and wounded. Why? What is going on with the American youth? Why do we have Columbine, Aurora, Sandy Hook, Tucson, and now Santa Barbara? There are many more but these particular tragedies were committed by young men with mental illness, acting out a vendetta.

It is particularly poignant for me because these were college students at UCSB. I love that area and attended Westmont College, also located near Santa Barbara. I have five granddaughters that will one day be in college. Is there no safe place in America? What has changed so dramatically from when I was a girl or the freedom and activities my children enjoyed?

The culture has radically changed and I remember a bumpersticker, Question authority, that was the rage in the sixties. Wikipedia states, “Question authority” is a popular slogan often used on bumperstickers, t-shirts and as graffiti. Originally quoted by ancient Greece philosopher Socrates, the slogan was popularized by controversial psychologist Timothy Leary. One of the most influential icons in the counterculture movement which formed in the late 1960s out of opposition to the Vietnam War’s escalation, Leary gained influence among much of the Western youth by advocating the use of Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) – which was criminalized in the United States in 1966 – as a way to escape from the burdens of society. Following the Watergate Scandal, which resulted in the resignation of US President Richard Nixon and the conviction of several officials in the Nixon administration, the slogan became arguably the most accepted form of ideology among baby boomers. It is intended to encourage people to avoid fallacious appeals to authority. The term has always symbolized the necessity of paying attention to the rules and regulations promulgated by a government unto its citizenry. However, psychologists have also criticized Leary’s method of questioning authority and have argued that it resulted in widespread dysfunctionality.”

I agree that our nation is one big, giant dysfunctional family. Our parents and grandparents would never even consider the options of this kind of disobedience or disrespect. We would have gotten a quick thump to the head (a la Gibbs to DiNozzo). We knew better than to even try.

Computers, video games, movies, music, welfare, fatherless homes, educational standards, divorce, social media, disgusting lyrics and explicit dancing, extended families miles apart, prayer forbidden in schools—let alone Bible reading. Yes, there is much to appreciate about the technological advances we enjoy today, but are they doing more harm than good? There is something to say about the ease, safety, and family times of the “good ol’ days.”

Life is not fair and never has been. But without competition, whether in the classroom, on the sports field, or in the board room, what is the incentive to achieve, to win, to be the best? Instead, we have the notion that we should all make the same amount of money, have a nice house, and no one wins or loses. That is a recipe for disaster and we are reaping the consequences.

As we remember those who have fallen so that we may enjoy “the good life” in the United States of America, the future for our loved ones is uncertain. Terrell Brown of CBS Evening News reported, “A recent study by the Urban Institute shows the net worth of today’s 30-somethings — adjusted for inflation — is down 21 percent from what 30-somethings enjoyed in 1983.” Money isn’t everything but it is an indicator.

As are all of these shootings.

Which brings me back to my original questioning? What is going on? What can we do?

But he’s already made it plain how to live, what to do,
what God is looking for in men and women.
It’s quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor,
be compassionate and loyal in your love,
And don’t take yourself too seriously—
take God seriously.

Micah 6:8 (The Message)

I believe in God’s sovereignty, knowing that He will win in the end. My responsibility today is to do what is right, to love mercy, and walk humbly with my God – three rules for right living.

As we honor and show respect for the fallen this weekend, let’s remember the admonition from 2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV):

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

God Bless America!



Lessons from an Empty Wheelchair

Show family affection to one another with brotherly love. Outdo one another in showing honor. 

Romans 12:10 (HCSB)


I’ve learned a few lessons (in no particular order) from being wheelchair and walker-bound for the last five weeks:

1. Everything takes twice as long or more to do than it did before.

2. Crumbs on the counter and dust and debris under furniture are more easily seen.

3. Husband and family are there when you need them.

4. I can now balance on my left leg for several minutes. My upper body strength is awesome.

5. Light switches in my house are reachable. Pretty much everything else is not.

6. It’s easier to carry stuff in a wheelchair.

7. Scooters can be dangerous if you aren’t used to hand brakes.

8. Mark now makes a mean latte.

9. Grandgirlies make tasty freezer meals and sweets for another day.

10. The handicap sign makes life a lot easier. So do cutouts in curbs.

11. Scooting around with one leg in the grocery store is exhausting.

12. Mark has an interesting interpretation of my grocery list.

13. Negotiating in crowds is tricky: some people are rude, some are oblivious.

14. Friends and neighbors are caring, kind, and bring great food.

15. Mark says we are never bringing down Christmas decorations again. NOT.

16. It’s easy to pet Parker and look at each other—eyeball to eyeball.

17. It’s impossible to strip and remake a bed.

18. It’s good to get out for a ride in the golf cart: fresh air and the sun on my back felt good.

19. A forgotten item in the other room may just stay there.

20. Friends make it possible to go to Bible Study and wheel you to the right room.

21. Limit drinking water when headed out of the house.

22. Facebook and email are great connections to the outside world.

23. Winter is the right season to wear the fashion-forward black boot.

24. Prayer is the necessary ingredient to make it through the day.

This entire experience reminds me how much we take for granted every moment of every day. And…in an instant it can change. One of my goals in life is not to waste an experience that God gives me. Sometimes, His plans are far different from mine and I may question “why?” But, I have learned to trust that He knows best.

I have a far greater understanding and sympathy for those who live life in a wheelchair. I, also, now appreciate the kindness of a hot meal, a quick call or text of encouragement, or an offer to pick up something at the store.

May my eyes be opened to someone in need, even if it is only for a little push.