My to-do list is too long and I'm 8 miles behind schedule. I spent a beautiful weekend learning how to be more Pro-Life at two conferences. Amazing. In a bit I've got to go hash out six miles on the treadmill. That's ok. Tonight is a fighting night in which I wonder which moms and babies received loving care at pregnancy resource centers all over the nation. I wonder how many thousands of women are choosing life because hundreds of thousands of Americans are in DC marching for that very thing. I wonder.
Tonight is my fighting night in which fear is repressed.
A fight in which indolence is left in past ashes
A fight in which man and God witness persistance.
A night where the light is brighter than full day.
If every night is not a fighting night than I mock That Garden-kiss that means my salvation.
GO! Study! RUN! LEARN!
THANK YOU, GENEROUS FRIENDS! DOLLARS CAN MEAN LIVES!