Yesterday, I said if abortion had been legal 25 years earlier, I might not be here. But what about young women/girls who are raped? Should they be forced to carry their child? Not forced. They choose life, not death. Do I deserve to be here? #WhatWasISupposedToBe @donnalhsmith #RayBoltz #prolifeissues TWEETABLE
The song “What Was I Supposed to Be?” was brought back to my mind a couple weeks ago after some states voted to allow late-term abortions up until birth. I used to sing this song, and I got to hear a recording of it on Sunday I didn’t know I had. Ray Boltz wrote this well over 25 years ago. If abortion had been legal in the 1950s, I would probably not be here. For those who might even think that abortion should be available for those who have been victimized by rape or incest, again, I would probably not be here. Do I deserve to be here? #WhatWasISupposedToBe @donnalhsmith #RayBoltz #prolifeissues TWEETABLE
We’ve been talking this month about learning to discern the different voices we hear in our lives. Sometimes, it’s like living in fog. How to tell them apart, and what their source is. Man’s voice only looks from an earthly perspective, but still has another source. God’s voice speaks of His love, mercy, kindness, and strength. We talked of “mob” violence. That’s always the devil’s voice. He comes to kill, steal, and destroy. That’s his goal. #Learn2DiscerninOctober #thedevilsvoice #Godsvoice #Halloween #Jewishsynangogueattack #Pittsburghsynagogueattack @donnalhsmith @a3writers TWEETABLE
I’ve been taking a deep, long, and hard look at my life in the last couple of months. Some negative things have occurred in the fall that caused me to question my direction. Self-reflection is a good thing, because we need to take stock of ourselves from time-to-time. Click to Tweet Knowing where we are can give us insight. #selfreflection #kickinggoads
While taking stock, I’m not in a hurry. But what I am doing, is pursuing God in a deeper way, going back to incorporating more of the spiritual disciplines, hoping God will either confirm my direction, or tell me to seek another way. #whatsyourmeasure #takingstock
If you’ve been reading, you know that I’ve been struggling with my writing. This has been going on a long time, but has been coming to a head after a prolonged season of disappointments and rejections. It has caused me to question certain things. #whatsyourmeasure #takingstock
Sometimes, you have to take stock of yourself and change directions if what you’re doing isn’t working for you. Click to Tweet I haven’t come to that point yet, because it’s hard to do. I know, because I’ve had to do it before––many times. I’ve been out of college 40 years, and I’ve changed career paths probably 10 times in those years. Maybe more, I don’t really know.
I don’t know what else to call this. It’s a day late, which is kind of the story of my life. I’ve dreamt of being late to work, late to school, late to church––for many years. I also feel I’ve been “late” to life, although I was a preemie. I should have been born in September, but apparently, I couldn’t wait, and entered the world in August. #blogpost #lateinlife But ever since, my life feels “late.”