March for Life

Today, I felt empowered by being a part of my first March for Life! The days leading up to it I wasn't even sure I should go, because, one, the weather -- it was sleeting all day Friday. The roads were awful and it was bitterly cold outside when I came home from line dancing. Second, when I read about the march on Facebook, it seemed more like a Catholic event, not a Pro-Life event. I'm not Catholic and so I felt it would be weird for me to go. As the day came closer, I realized this is something that pains me -- abortion. Why in the world many people want to believe that what grows in a woman's womb is nothing? No -- that's LIFE! Our lives don't start once the doctor hands us to our mothers. No, it starts nine months before that. It's not just a belief, it's the reality. I can't let innocent babies continue to be killed without doing something about it.

So, that morning I made the decision to go to my first March for Life! I was nervous but excited. I've never protested before or really been a part of something this moving (at least in my perspective).

A march is nothing like a parade -- I noticed that first off. Growing up in Girl Scouts, we were always in parades. So I was used to having people crowd both sides of the sidewalk waving and clapping. There were a few who did that -- some honked at us and waved. But it wasn't the same feeling. At the same time, it was amazing to not feel alone. There are so many other people who see the truth and have the heart to stop the violence against unborn babies. It was also a great reminder that Christ went against the grain His entire life. He didn't follow the crowd -- He led them. He didn't give in to what the majority says is right. We shouldn't either.

The March for Life in Dever was an amazing experience! I look forward to continuing to be a part of the Pro-Life generation!