Discouragement.

Is there something in your life that you are passionate about? A cause of some sort?

Mine would be the unborn--those who are legally killed in the womb under the banner of "Choice".

And let me tell you, this passion of mine gets me into controversy and debate pretty often.

Pinterest, of all places, has been a recent place of debate. I have a board called, "Passionately Pro-Life" where I posted a picture of people holding a banner which read, "Pray to end abortion". Two women recently decided to make some comments that I felt needed a response.

It's a full blown debate now.
And I'm discouraged.

I'm discouraged that, though they think they are brilliant and have it all correct, they are wrong.
I'm not saying I'm always right. Not saying that. Because many times in discussions, I'm completely uninformed about the topic and should probably just keep my mouth shut.

But I've researched this due to my heart for the unborn. I want to know the truth so that I can share it with others. So many women have believed the lies spread by those like Planned Parenthood and our culture in general. Did you realize some women honestly do not know that they are carrying a child? It's shocking, the ignorance that still abounds.

These women need that truth.
They deserve that truth.
Their unborn babies deserve for their mommies to know that truth.

I'm not posting this so a debate will explode in my comment section. That's about the last thing on earth that I want to happen from this post. I'm tired of the debates. Of feeling like what I do is pointless.

"Why fight it anymore? They aren't going to change their mind."

"This is a waste of time. The enemy has deceived them for too long."

My thoughts, all too often.

Oh, but GOD is bigger than that.
HE is more powerful.
And when we pray and obey, HE ACTS.

I may not immediately see the fruit of trying to be salt and light. Of trying to be a voice for those tiny babies who do not yet have one.

But I cannot become discouraged, although the temptation is always at my doorstep.

My heart hurts for these women, just as it does for their unborn babies.
They need facts, yes.

But I've come to realize that more than anything, many of these women need Jesus.

I know my efforts are not in vain, although it feels that way at times.

As much as I would love to have un-controversial passions, I don't.
As much as I would love to turn a blind eye and pretend the world is doing o.k., I can't.

And I don't think that's the kind of life we've been called to as Christians.

I think God has purposely put this passion in my heart.
And as much as I don't want to at times, I need to follow through.
Maybe my approach could change. And I could better pick my battles.

But I will not be silent.

"If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small.

Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter.

If you say, "Behold, we did not know this," does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work?"

-Proverbs 24:10-12

(emphasis mine)