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Friday Feature ~ Letter to the Editor on Life

Feature FridayToday I would like to feature a letter to the editor (Clarion Ledger, MS) by my husband.  He wrote this in response to a Nov. 6, 2013 guest column by abortion activist Sunsara Taylor.  In her article, Action in Texas Intensifies Threat to Miss. Abortion Clinic, she expresses concerns that recent Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals rulings, upholding anti-abortion legislation in Texas, may also threaten the abortion industry in Mississippi.

My husband writes letters to the editor regularly, but this one is my favorite.  He speaks directly to the heart of the abortion debate and offers a powerful rebuttal to Ms. Taylor’s skewed opinions on life.

Today’s feature is his letter,

When Does a Fetus Become a Baby

“I always wonder about someone who says, “The truth: fetuses are not babies, abortion is not murder, and women are not incubators.” And, “Abortion on demand and without apology.”

The only truth there is women are not incubators.

My question to Ms. Taylor is: When does a fetus become a baby? Does the fetus just vanish and a baby appear?

I have a grandson who was born at 24 weeks and was 1lb. 10 oz. He’s now 11 years old. He looked like a baby to me when he was born, although a very small and sickly one.

If he wasn’t born until 28 or 32 weeks, is that when he would have been a baby? A full-term baby is considered 37-40 weeks. What if a healthy mother was in a car accident at 36 weeks and the baby had to be taken out? When is the transition from fetus to baby. Even though it is out of the womb early, do we have to call it a fetus for another week?

A life growing inside a woman is a baby. That makes abortion murder. Call it what it is.”

Jim Nash
Nov. 25, 2013
Letter to the Editor
Clarion Ledger

Be sure to follow Jim’s blog, The Eagle Has Landed

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unexpected ~ Beauty in a Swamp

The fall colors are peaking through in the background and reflections

The fall colors are peaking through in the background and reflections

Last week, my husband and I went on an outing so that I could capture pictures of the fall colors.  While we were out, we happened upon a swampy area along the Natchez Trace Parkway, and discovered unexpected, stark beauty tucked away in between towering cypress trees.

Unexpected beauty in a swamp

Unexpected beauty in a swamp

The green sludge on the water gave everything a wintry look, but the sun peaking through the trees and the faint hint of autumn provided warmth.

One of three other photos that I entered in a photo contest

The photos of the leaves on the water were some of my favorites, especially of how the colors contrasted against the sky’s reflection on the water. 

I liked this one of the leaves on the water better, but it didn't get selected for the contest

I liked this one the best of the two leave shots

I’ll be the first to admit something, though.  Deriving enjoyment from hanging out in a swamp does mean that I need a life!  However, God made us each unique and loves us as we are. 

My sweet husband and spoiled rotten dog, Chester

My sweet husband and spoiled rotten dog, Chester

He also blessed me with a husband who adores me in spite of my quirks.  Even though I doubt that he got the same thrill from seeing the swamp, he was very patient as I spent time photographing it.

I cannot figure out why God gave me such a loving, faithful husband, but I am so glad that He did.  Discovering his love was one of those unexpected blessings in my life.  He didn’t know that swamps were part of the equation when he married me, though!

Sue Nash/2013

For similar posts, see Weekly Photo Challenge

From The Daily Post

Mississippi Fall Ya’ll ~ Glorious Bradford Pears

I loved how the brilliant colors framed the steeple

I loved how the brilliant colors framed the steeple

For many of you, the fall colors have already come and gone.  Where I live, they finally peaked about a week or two ago.

I have always thought the colors pop out more on overcast days.  Unfortunately, when I had the time to get outside with my camera lately, it was either bright sunlit or rainy.  I have learned that with photography, though, you work with the moments you get,

Bradfords are amazing with the variety of colors

Bradfords are amazing with the variety of colors

My focus with this set of fall photos was capturing the beauty of Bradford Pear trees.  Their showy variety of colors in the fall is hard to beat.  Many stay green underneath, and then turn a combination of reds, yellows and oranges.  As seen above, they are like a fall foliage display all in one package. 

brandon fall foilage 2013 3These shots are all of a single row of the trees lining the parking lot of a local church. 

brandon fall foilage 2013 4This angle shows the wall of color lining the lot.  A display of glorious beauty.

Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency; and array thyself with glory and beauty.
Job 40:10

On my next post, I will showcase some other Mississippi Fall photos.  I hope that you enjoy sharing in our fall, ya’ll!

Sue Nash/2013

Rainy Day Post~ God Gives the Rain

Rainy day 1

Halloween got rained out in parts of Mississippi due to the storms, with the trick or treat festivities postponed until Friday night.  Unfortunately, I will have another 24 hours of my candy for the children tempting me! 

Since I was looking forward to a quiet evening listening to the rain, though, it suited me just fine.  You may have noticed that I have a certain fondness for rain.

These pictures were my first attempts at photographing raindrops.  I found it rather difficult to capture clear shots of the rain splashes, while at the same time keeping other objects in focus and my camera lens dry.

Hope you enjoy.

Rainy day 2He gives rain on the earth, and sends waters on the fields.
Job 5:10
NKJV

Sue Nash/2013

Gardenias from Grandma ~ A Heartwarming Story of How They Got from Her to Me

Gardenia in full bloom

Gardenia in full bloom

Very likely, I got my love of gardenias from my grandmother.  These photos are of bushes that she originally planted on their farm in rural Mississippi, where my dad grew up.   When they sold the farm, she had all of them dug up and transplanted to their new home near the city.

Gardenias in front of my grandparents home

Gardenias in front of my grandparents home

Her bushes now line the front of what became my parents home.  I have no idea how old the shrubs are, but they have thrived happily at their current location for around seventy-five years.

Gardenia bud photo

Gardenia bud photo

The older varieties of gardenias are more resilient to disease and pests.  However, they are still finicky and do not like to be moved. 

Lovely even when turning yellow.

Lovely even when turning yellow.

My mom always got upset with my dad whenever he pruned the gardenias each fall.  She thought he cut them back too much.  Year after year, though, they kept on surprising her by blooming prolifically the following summer.

The day I photographed the gardenias, I had my own surprise of a visit by a butterfly.  It flew around me several times before landing on a bloom.  By the time I zoomed in, it had already left.  Fortunately, I captured one shot before it fluttered off!

My friendly butterfly

My friendly butterfly

As I mentioned above, gardenias can be difficult to relocate.  Twice, my dad rooted me a cutting, and then after letting it grow for a couple of years, gave it to me to plant at my house.  Both times, I was unsuccessful at getting the plants to live. 

It seemed as though I did everything correct.  I made sure there was a good root system and proper soil, and always moved the plants during the fall.  Each winter, though, I got worried when all the leaves fell off.  It looked as though it needed pruning and I would do just that.  I found out later that pruning was a mistake.

On one last attempt, my dad said that he would try planting one for me at my house.  My husband dug the hole, and my dad put it in the ground.  Then he gave me strict orders not to do anything to it, other than occasional watering, even if the plant looked like it was dying.  This time, I minded my daddy.

One of my grandma's gardenias transplanted at my house

One of my grandma’s gardenias transplanted at my house

That next spring, to my surprise, it made it.  I now have one of my grandma’s gardenias of my very own.

What makes the gardenia bush even more special, though, is the fact that my dad planted it.  You see, it was the last thing he ever planted on this earth.  The same spring my gardenia showed signs of new life, my daddy went to heaven.  Now, every time I walk past it, I think of him.

I suppose I got my sentimentality from my grandmother, too.  Because of the memories associated with my bush, I know that if we move from our house, I will be doing the same thing she did.  If we move, my gardenia goes with us.

For a similar post about Gardenias, see The Sweet Fragrance of Christ