From My Cold, Dead Hands!

Best five words ever.

Moments that Take Your Breath Away

Life's not the breaths you take,

The breathing in and out

That gets you through the day.

You just might miss the point

Trying to win the race.

Life's not the breaths you take

But the moments that take your breath away.

{George Strait}

When most people think of this song they think sweet romantic thoughts of their significant other. They get this far away dreamy look and it's not hard to figure out what they're thinking. 

Not me.

When I think of this song I think of politics. Weird, I know. But really, in the past six months I've experienced many of those breath-taking moments while working on the Mourdock for U.S. Senate campaign.

For example, the time a dear, sweet old lady thanked me for being politically active because, "Most young people your age don't care about our country."

Or when I first met Richard Mourdock.

When I had the opportunity to do six parades on July 4th weekend.

At a meet and greet in Ft. Wayne Richard called me his "campaign hero" to the entire crowd. Definitely a breath taking moment.

On my 21st birthday, throwing out the honorary first pitch at a TinCaps game proudly wearing a Mourdock t-shirt and later that evening he called me to wish me a happy birthday.

Sitting through many of Mourdock's speeches, listening to him move the crowds with his passion for what he believes is right. Watching him tear up at certain parts as he talks about things that are near and dear to his heart.

Having the opportunity to tell others about a candidate I not only think is good, but a candidate I firmly believe in and actually trust. The best part is swaying them to vote for Mourdock in May.

Driving Richard's truck in parades.

Being the first "Super Volunteer."

The best one -- standing in a circle with several others on the campaign, holding hands and praying.

The list could go on and on.

My Finest Hour

Since April and really my entire life I have spent countless hours volunteering for various organizations, churches, politicians and on the list could go. I've done things from entering data to collecting signatures, making phone calls to working in a nursery, and scheduling appointments to walking in parades. However, tonight I did something that I will never forget as long as I live: I stood in front of Planned Parenthood for just one hour holding a sign that read, "Pray to End Abortion."

It's called "40 Days of Life." It's a pro-life movement. It's fighting for the lives of unborn babies. It's a cause that is paramount to every other cause. Standing on the street corner in pouring rain I felt as if it was my finest hour and the only thing I could wish was that this was not my first time but my 10th or 20th. Cars rolled by me, some honking, others waving, some not doing anything but smile, some looking the other way. Yet I felt deep in my soul that this was something worth standing for an entire day in the rain. Why? Because for once I was doing something that could effect a life, or rather two or three lives, or possibly an infinite amount of lives immediately.

There were two particular incidents in this hour that stand out in my mind. The first was a man who turned his truck around and drove back by us; rolling his window down he simply stated, "Thank you for doing this." I was surprised because I really wasn't doing anything that thousands of other people had done for years before me, yet he was thanking unworthy me. About halfway through our shift another man brought us hot chocolate from the gas station across the street, thanking us for standing in the rain and supporting the lives of unborn babies. Again, a not expected or deserved blessing.

Overall, my short experience holding a sign in front of Planned Parenthood was rewarding, humbling, and a wake-up call. I realized that fighting for a tiny unborn baby is a cause worthy of a life long dedication on my part. As Horton says, "A person's a person no matter how small." That tiny, unborn life is worth everything, for in it is the future.

Problems

Sorry everyone for the constant changing of my blog -- I'm having issues with it. Hopefully it will be back to normal soon!

The Greatest Generation

An Honor

Today I was honored to be the "Super Volunteer" of the month for Richard Mourdock. It was announced in an email and linked to a blog! I'm so thankful that I have the opportunity to work on his campaign. He's a great, humble, honest candidate, strong conservative both socially and fiscally, has been endorsed by many conservative groups including, Hoosiers for a Conservative Senate, Mark Levine, Gun Owners of America, Herman Cain, and the Tea Party Express. If you want to read the whole article click here.

He Knows the Way I Take

"But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold."

~~*Job 23:10*~~

When I read this I was overwhelmed by God. He not only knows the next step that I am going to take, He knows my whole path. He knows each hill and each valley; each twist and each turn. Each pothole and each bump. He knows each potential hazard that can trip me up and each flower along the wayside to brighten my journey. He knows it all because His loving hand created it uniquely for me.

Sit back for a second and reminisce on how crazy your life has been in the past year, five years, decade, or even your whole life. Think about all the times you didn't think you could carry on one more minute. The times that life seemed so bleak and dismal that you thought for sure the clouds would never pass and the sun was no longer in existence. Amazingly, you did make it through, the sun did shine again, and your path once again became flat and much easier. So often I find myself in the depths of despair, wondering if my path will ever again gain the same altitude that it once had. I feel lost in despair and cry out, "GOD WHERE ARE YOU?!" How foolish of me. God is there. He created this specific detour in my path so that I would learn to trust His guidance once again. He did it so that I would, "come forth as gold."

God loves each one of us, and He will never give us more than we can handle. Yes, He pushes us, and yes, He stretches us, but He never destroys us. If we break because of pressure it is our own doing, not His. When our loving Father created the trials of our lives, He created them so we could learn to trust His leading, trust His path, trust His trials, and yes, trust His blessings. He longs for each of us to take Him at His Word and realize that He knows our path better than we do because He created it for us.