I have jumbled thoughts lately. I don’t think any of them are by themselves enough for a great post, but maybe together they will be sufficient.

I finished what was my first semester away from home, and essentially what was my freshman year of college. I am now officially a sophomore, in credit hours, which leads me to question where I will be in a year. I haven’t declared a major and this semester will be my last core credit semester. I have to declare a major by spring, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I thought I had it all figured out, but then I went to a different school. Now, I want to got to law school, but I don’t want to limit myself to political science only, and I would like to study theology. Who knows.

Yesterday I spent my morning talking to high schoolers about abortion. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Younger people have such a large role in this fight. They’ll be voting in just a few short years. I’m only nineteen, and I know I already am called to devote my life to this. As young people, we also have grown up in an age of better technology than our parents, meaning we have access to knowing what day the heart starts beating (18) and brain begins functioning (40), and we know because of ultrasound technology and things that those children are not “products of conception”, “potential human lives”, or a “clump of cells”. We know the truth. One of my favorite things to do is speak to teenagers. Yesterday was an impactful day. I went over the facts of abortion, the procedures, and arguments often used. I came home to a couple tweets saying something along the lines of: I was on the fence before you spoke, I am now completely pro-life, or thanks for telling us the truth because that wasn’t what I was told. I also got an e-mail from a girl who wasn’t even there saying she and a friend would like to talk to me, because her friend, who was there, suggested it. That is what I do this for, to be there for people, to tell them the truth, and to make a difference. A lot of younger people (including myself at one point) think they can’t make a difference. 6 kids in Ireland kept abortion from being legalized. Inspiration at its finest. I can make a difference, and I will prove them wrong.

Christmas is coming. I’m really excited. I can’t wait for Christmas Eve church services, and I’m already listening to Christmas music when I can. I love this season. This December, it seems pretty easy to focus on what we’re really celebrating. I don’t know what it is, but this year I just seem to think about that a lot. Maybe because of everything He has done for me. I’ve thought a lot about Christmas and what it means. Since abortion is heavy on my heart every single day, I thought about how the two are connected. Planned Parenthood’s campaign to end any and all unwanted pregnancies coincides with this season in which we celebrate the ultimate unplanned pregnancy, with an unmarried teenage mother, covered in disgrace, a humiliated father, but one who chose adoption instead of leaving. Ironic?

That’s all I’m leaving here with today.

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