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Politics Is Driving Me To My Knees

I had to get off social media on Saturday. I'd like to get off for an extended period but my job requires that I'm on social media.

I felt (like many women) that Saturday's marches were only for pro-abortion, liberal women. (And judging by the speakers in DC, rich ones). Women dressed as female body parts chanting ancient abortion slogans were not speaking for me or millions of pro-life feminists. And no, that's not an oxymoron.

I turn, as I often do, to the writings of St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross. As a female and a Jew in early 20th century Germany, she knew a thing or two about being discriminated against. She also knew, as a teacher of young women, how incredibly gifted women are. Never for a moment did she suggest that we are the weaker sex.

Just so, woman’s soul is designed to be subordinate to man in obedience and support; it is also fashioned to be shelter in which other souls may unfold.
The soul of woman must therefore be expansive and open to all human beings; it must bequiet so that no small weak flame will be extinguished by stormy winds; warm so as to not benumb fragile buds; clear, so that no vermin will settle in dark corners and recesses; self-contained, so that no invasions from without can imperil the inner life; empty of itself, in order that extraneous life may have room in it; finally, mistress of itself and also of its body, so that the entire person is readily at the disposal of every call. 
-Edith Stein, Fundamental Principles of Women’s Education
My only thought at this point is to pray. I'll pray for our elected officials (even if I didn't elect them with my vote.) I'll pray that any woman facing a crisis pregnancy has the support and help she needs to make a decision for life for her child. I'll pray for those in the abortion industry that they may have a change of mind and heart.

I'm trying really hard at this point to keep my mouth shut on social media because I know it is just adding to the noise. Pray for me.

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