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Disgusted by Planned Parenthood? Then DO SOMETHING!!!

Miriya is 16, in Michigan and needs a family.
When my kids were little, my minivans had a couple of pro-life stickers on the back. Not anything gruesome or really "in your face." In fact, one of them said something like, "A nation that kills its own children is a nation without HOPE."

No condemnation. Yet, I would get flipped off on a regular basis from women who passed me as fast as they could on the express-way, who would then cut me off.

Oh, well. But now there is something else.

This has truly been on my heart. The videos we've from Planned Parenthood have horrified those of us who are Christian. We know this is an abomination. We are ready to pray and protest.

But I need to challenge each of you: are you ready to welcome a child of an unplanned pregnancy into your home? Are you ready to reach out to one of the THOUSANDS of children in foster care in MICHIGAN ALONE and offer them a family?

These are not perfect kids. They come with bumps, lumps, bruises, scars - inside and out. They will act out. They will try and reject you just to see if you're going to reject them - like every other adult in their life. But deep down: this is a child who needs love, constancy, a firm foundation.

No. These are not perfect kids. And you can easily think of a hundred reasons not to do this. Some of you really can't. But some of you can. And there is support and help and guidance and many other people who've been there and done that.

Stick your indignation and your horror and your outrage and your faith and stick it - stick it into a plan to help a child who needs you RIGHT NOW.

If those videos truly horrify you, DO SOMETHING FOR THE CHILDREN. Don't just get angry. DO SOMETHING FOR THE CHILDREN.

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