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The Making of a Conservative

June 4, 2009

I get a lot of questions asking me, “Well Jen, why are you so conservative?” To some people, it seems by looking at me that I would not be a Christian Conservative Republican. I am not sure why this is. Apparently, bleach blonde hair, boobs, Juicy Couture outfits, and a Prada bag automatically makes people think I am liberal. But alas, I am not. Far from it.

There was a couple living in Columbus, Ohio that prayed incessantly for 3 years to God for a baby girl with brown hair and blue eyes. Every time the phone rang, her heart would skip a beat wondering if it might be the call she had been waiting for. One day, the couple’s prayers were answered. The voice on the other end of the phone delightfully told them that the answer to their devoted prayers had been born, and was waiting to meet her new parents. The couple was ecstatic to say the least. She ran upstairs to the nursery that had been sitting empty for three long years and made sure everything was perfect for the arrival of their new child. He went and bought the things they did not have already, such as formula and diapers. They had to wait 3 months for her to arrive while the paperwork was finished. Every day of that 3 months seemed to lazily drag on, teasing them with excitement. Finally, it was time to come meet and accept their new bundle of joy. That moment, when they first laid eyes on their new baby, renewed their faith in love at first sight. I was their angel, their answer to prayer, their new baby girl.

I was born at a hospital in Columbus. All I know about that time, is that apparently the woman who gave birth to me was raped. She has endured a horrific experience and we can only imagine why she decided to give me to someone else to care for. I am sure raising a baby that had been conceived in such a awful way, would be hard to do. In fact I suspect, as we all do, that the easy way out of that dark period in her life would be to kill the fetus inside her. She could have easily gone somewhere….killed me…..moved on…..and tried to forget what had happened. She did not. Instead, for nine months she carried me, she had morning sickness because of me, I kicked inside her and moved around in her belly, I gave her cramps, I pushed on her bladder, I made her tired and cranky and in pain. She endured a horrific rape, and saw the good that could come out of the situation. From her tragedy, the answer to my parents prayers was born. That, my friends, is the definition of love. That woman, who I have never met, loved me enough to give me to someone who could be the parent she could not be.

I will say this, I have made plenty of mistakes in my life. I have done things wrong, I have hurt peoples feelings, I have been ashamed of my actions. But, every person I have ever made smile, every person who I have given love to, every person who knows my name, and YOU reading this right now….their lives would be totally different if the world did not have me. My husband would have never found his love, my best friend would “not been sane” in her own words (she credits me for her sanity), Josh Moore in the 6th grade would not have had his first kiss during a church lock-in (LOL), and you would be doing something else with your time instead of reading this. If my birth mother had taken the “easy way” out, these people’s lives would have taken a completely different course. If my birth mother had aborted me, the answer to my parents prayers would never have been.

I think all the time about that possibility. I imagine all the time about the babies right now that will never take a breath. I imagine how our lives would change for the better if one of those babies had grown up and made a difference in the world. I imagine people around the world that could have had a doctor that would cure cancer, or a President that would make America great again, or a person who could have saved people lives.

Why do I believe what I believe? Life. Life is precious. My life is precious. Your life is precious. I believe life should be preserved. I believe we should save those children, who might be the answer to prayer. I believe that we should have the right to protect our lives against people who seek to harm us by exercising our right to bear arms. I believe the sanctity of marriage for the purpose of shaping the lives of our children with the strong male and female influence that are needed to make a child ready for life. I believe that our lives are so blessed by God that we deserve the right to liberty and freedom uninterrupted by the tyranny of government control. I believe our lives better when we have the freedom to rejoice to the One we credit for our existence, be it God, Allah, Buddah, or whoever Scientology believes in, or the right to celebrate life without a Creator.

Why do I believe what I believe? Because I am alive, and a living example that however small or great we all impact each others lives, and everyone deserves the right to do so.