How NYC Council Affects MY Life

I wanted to write a simple and vulnerable blog about how I'm dealing with the events of March 2nd at the NY City Council hearing on the Bill 371.

For whatever reason, I cannot let it go. I cannot get the image of that room out of my head. I can still smell the scent from the plastic chairs and the wood from the council members' tables. And I can still taste the bitter receptors on the back of my tongue that stemmed from the emotion in pit of my gut over this pathetic, contradicting, and apathetic verdict.

Allow me to attempt to explain myself. I may fall short, but I will try my best to be understood here.

I establish my steps and my future, utterly based on the laws of God. I make my lifestyle fit my faith; not the other way around. Even during the times where it's not at all what I want to do, I strive with all my might to follow through to obey His word.

I have the utmost fear of God. I know and see that He could destroy this entire earth, and be justified in doing so. He is God ! He is perfect, holy , and blameless. Everything I am not. I am in awe at just the very thought that he would think of me.

That said, the majority of the people in that room thought none of that. They were not by any means in the same frame of mind that I was. The impression I got from them, was that they did not want to take the time to really investigate how these crisis pregnancy centers were really hurting the girls. They didn't want to look into it.

Instead, they contradicted themselves by voting for the bill that's going to allow abortion bound women to be turned away from a center that would have helped her keep her baby. They kept saying over and over how they wanted to lower the abortion rates in NYC. They kept saying "Oh...how terrible these stats are. We must do something about this". To the next minute, pass a bill that will help out abortion clinics and tear down crisis pregnancy centers!

I don't get it. I literally am at a loss. It's a low blow. I put my heart and I put my soul into this work. I let these girls stay in my home, interact in my social life, call me anytime they want to. I get up early to pray for these girls and for my interaction with them. I stand outside of abortion clinics in 7 degree weather to let precious women know they have other options than hurting their body and losing their maternal gift.

I do this because I fear God and I know what he means when he says in his word "Now CHOOSE LIFE so that you and your children may live" Deuteronomy 30:19. I am putting my beliefs into action.

So when the time came for this room full of people to not only have zero support of what I do, but to also try to tear it down ? Yes. I take that personally. That's why I cried hard when all of us rounded up after the hearing right outside the city council building, as I think someone like me should. And this is not even touching the issue that as a woman, I was totally betrayed by the women council members in that room.

Women are suppose to stick together and support one another. But they were a bunch of "Benedicts". They betrayed me on a battlefield; a bloody one.

In conclusion to my struggle, I lastly want to add this: I AM NOT GIVING UP. Thank you for reading.