I march for moms…
For the mom who is facing a tough decision.
For the mom who is in a dire economic state.
For the mom who sees abortion as her only option.
For the mom struggling with addiction.
For the mom with multiple children and one on the way.
For the mom who has her whole life ahead of her.
For the mom who desires to choose life and her dreams.
For the mom who sees her pregnancy as a blessing and not a curse.
For the mom who believes feminism means she is capable and strong enough to parent a child.
For the mom who believes life is not an alternative, but the primary option for her child.
I march for dads…
For the dad who understands his responsibility is to his child.
For the dad who refuses to become a statistic.
For the dad who desires to break the generational cycle and chooses to be there for his child.
For the dad who chose to put the bottle and the needle down for the sake of his family.
For the dad who sees his child as an opportunity to love like he has never loved before.
For the dad who refuses to cave to societal pressures and instead raises his child.
For the dad who refuses to be an absentee father.
I march for babies…
For the baby who didn’t ask for these circumstances.
For the baby who fights for freedom.
For the baby who deserves a chance at life.
For the baby who is referred to as a “blob of cells.”
For the baby who deeply desires to be loved.
For the baby who isn’t “normal.”
For the baby who “doesn’t have a chance.”
I march for the pregnancy center that opens its doors every single day…
For the nurse who volunteers at that local pregnancy center to see lives saved.
For the nurse practitioner who walked away from a lucrative job to offer her services to moms and dads in need.
I march for those who choose to spend their day serving others facing unplanned pregnancies.
I march for the church that refuses to close their blinds to the abortion issue and is stepping up to help fund life-celebrating clinics all across the country.
I march for the businessman that felt a call on his life to open a pregnancy center in Knoxville, TN across from an abortion clinic.
I march for the workers that continued his fight and were able to see that abortion clinic close in 2012.
I march for you and for me. I march for those that have gone before us and laid the foundation for this great work.
I get up every day and join thousands who commit their professional and personal lives to serving the most vulnerable of our society. I can think of no other thing I would rather do. We have come a long way in this fight, but the work is not yet complete.
Would you like to join us in DC? I’d love to see you there!