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    The Supreme Court Ruined Women’s Lives

    To those who are sure that the Supreme Court decision that overturned Roe v. Wade has completely and irreversibly ruined your lives and the lives of your daughters and granddaughters, this letter is for you.

    First, I should state that I don’t know whether to feel sorry for you or express seething anger. Perhaps pity is the appropriate emotion. After all, you rant for the obscene (though incorrect) reason that because of the Dobbs decision, you won’t be able to hire an assassin to legally murder your infants before they’re born. Oh sorry, just typing that made me angry, so I’m mad now, as well. Imagine…You’re mad because you think you can’t kill your kids, and I’m mad because you think you should—and you think I should agree with you. What a wonderful world.

    Anyway, back to pity…

    While your objection to the ruling is despicably evil, it is also extremely ignorant, which makes me pity you because it really just reveals how much time you spend devouring the brain-rotting and soul-stealing drivel of the deceptive wannabe social engineers on Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. If only you would read a smidgen of accurate news, you would know that the Dobbs decision did not outlaw abortion (unfortunately). The Supreme Court ruled that Roe v. Wade was unconstitutional and that state lawmakers pass laws, not the Supreme Court. I don’t know if you made the connection there with the word “lawmakers.” To clarify, they MAKE LAWS. The Supreme Court hears cases when laws are challenged in lower courts, then rules on the constitutionality of said laws.

    And just in case you didn’t pick up on that word constitutionality, its root word is constitution. As in, the United States Constitution, the document upon which our Republic was wisely founded. You know, that document that protects your free speech (via the First Amendment), allowing you to march around with signs—even with children in tow—screaming maniacally about how desperately you yearn to kill your babies in utero.

    My dark thoughts lead me to wonder how you decide which kids to murder and which ones to keep. Do you ever look at the children you allowed to be born and think, “Man, I wish I would have aborted that one.” If not, why not? If so, God have mercy on you.

    Speaking of mercy, I pray that God will have mercy on you and wake you up, open your eyes, and unstop your ears, so that you are willing to critically discern the facts. Before you were born, you were YOU, you were just smaller. If someone murdered you today, you would be just as dead had your mother aborted you while you were still in her womb. You can pretend all you want, you can deny the truth until Jesus comes back, but you won’t change the truth. Your feelings don’t change facts. A baby in its mother’s womb has a beating heart and a functioning brain, can suck its thumb and flinch from pain. Furthermore, an unborn child doesn’t magically become a human based on whether he or she is wanted by the parents. It is inherently and inarguably human. And alive.

    Now before you take your next breath to spew out the desperate “rape and incest” narrative, know that less than 1.5% of abortions are performed for those two reasons combined (according to the pro-abortion Guttmacher Institute). That means almost 99% of the children being murdered by abortion are poisoned or dismembered for reasons of convenience. That’s right, nearly all of the women hiring assassins to murder their preborn babies just don’t want a baby. Which is why, in an abortion, a baby is killed. Not a part of the woman’s body…a BABY.

    Your ceaseless crusade to protect your “right” to poison or dismember your child is pathetic and disgusting, not only because you want to do it, but because you also are hurling others down the same path of death you yourself race. Even your own daughters and granddaughters…God, have mercy.

    I ask you, what if you’re wrong? What if, in your ignorance, you have convinced a mother (maybe your own daughter) to have her baby murdered, then that mother suffers emotional trauma she feels she cannot survive? What if she takes her own life? You would then have not just one, but TWO deaths on your head. The blood of two other humans on your hands. Can you live with that?

    Maybe you can. What’s a little more death anyway? I mean, after you’ve bought the lie that killing tiny babies is ok, even a charitable endeavor, then where does the insanity stop? Why not kill your elementary aged children? How about your parents? Someone in your way? Kill him. Don’t like the looks of that one? Take her out. Makes sense, right?

    No, of course not. Hopefully you still have enough conscience left to recognize the absurdity—if not the blatant evil—of that twisted line of reasoning.

    So before it’s too late, before your conscience is completely seared and your soul destroyed, take a step back from the cliff’s edge, back from the precipice of death and despair. Turn off the voices of deception and destruction. Turn and run! Run toward life and hope, to the place where women and mothers are cherished and children are treasured as the gifts they are. No matter what lies the media moguls have fed you, know that there is such a place of solace where life is precious, where all lives matter, and where all lives are given the chance at “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”*.

    Run. You will be welcomed with caring hearts, open arms, and helping hands.

    Janice Powell 2022

    (*Declaration of Independence, signed 246 years ago by 56 brave patriots on July 4, 1776.)

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    A Broken Culture and its Holey Bible

    You know the culture is in deep trouble when its members scream to be identified by their sin rather than the Savior. They demand to be labeled a certain way, parade their sin around for all to see, and rabidly force their filth upon the rest of us, demanding our approval, all while ridiculing our Savior. But perhaps worse than their ridicule is many of them pretending that Jesus approves of their sin, that He is love, so therefore He couldn’t possibly disapprove of their “love”. In their deception, they can even go so far as to say the Bible doesn’t speak against their sin.

    Never mind those verses that specifically speak against homosexuality, i.e., Leviticus 20:13; 1 Corinthians 6:9; and 1 Timothy 1:10. Also, ignore all those pesky passages that explicitly condemn lust and sexual immorality. The Bible is just a dusty, outdated book anyway…unless, UNLESS you want to shriek at me not to judge, then feel free to cherry-pick Matthew 7:1 or Luke 6:37 and ignore the other 31,100 verses. (Also never mind that we believers are instructed to make judgments, observe fruit, and differentiate between right and wrong, but that discussion will have to be for another post.)

    Speaking of cherry-picking, years ago our church’s drama team put on a skit wherein one of the characters toted a Bible with holes in the pages that looked like someone had removed the sections with a box knife, apparently a reverse sort of cherry-picking. I have recalled that scene often over the years and realize that is what far too many people are guilty of today, IF they even consider the Bible at all. Just take out the parts that make you uncomfortable, like God will judge, and keep all the warm fuzzy parts, like God is love, then you can skip along happily all the way to hell, clutching your holey Bible.

    So where do we go from here? How do we believers live and thrive in this culture that mocks and ridicules and yes, disgusts us? In Psalm 37, I find these comforting and encouraging words and refer to them often:

    Do not fret because of evildoers,

    Be not envious toward wrongdoers.

    For they will wither quickly like the grass

    And fade like the green herb.

    Trust in the Lord and do good;

    Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.

    Delight yourself in the Lord;

    And He will give you the desires of your heart.

    Commit your way to the Lord,

    Trust also in Him, and He will do it.

    He will bring forth your righteousness as the light

    And your judgment as the noonday.

    Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him[.]

    Psalm 37:1-7a

    The entire psalm is so rich with hope and promise, I had to convince myself to stop at verse 7, but I highly recommend you read and contemplate the whole chapter. I guarantee that by the end you will feel a lot better about the world and who’s in charge! But let’s break down the first seven verses.

    In them we find some instructions, some imperatives, where God gives us a handy list of what to do to live in this culture:

    1. Do not fret.
    2. Do not be envious.
    3. Trust in the Lord.
    4. Do good.
    5. Dwell in the land.
    6. Cultivate faithfulness.
    7. Commit your way to Him.
    8. Trust in Him.
    9. Rest in Him.
    10. Wait patiently for Him.

    I don’t know about you, but if I focus on doing those, if I pour all my mental, emotional, and spiritual energies into making sure I do those ten things, my mind and heart will be focused and occupied in a healthy way. I’ll have my eyes zeroed in on God, resting in Him, trusting Him, and waiting for Him. So if I do happen to inadvertently catch a glimpse of a “pride” parade or a “drag queen” story hour, it will be filtered through the assurance of God’s everlasting promises and peace…and judgment. (It might even lessen the urge to vomit, but He doesn’t explicitly make that promise.)

    By the way, did you notice that “trust” is mentioned twice in the passage? Maybe it’s extra important…

    But look, there is something else in the passage. In addition to the list of what we are to do, there’s a description of what our mighty God will do on our behalf. Check it out:

    1. He will give you the desires of your heart.
    2. He will make your righteousness and justice shine.

    OK, what does that mean? Obviously, I get the first one. He’s going to give me what I want. That’s easy to understand, right? But is it? What are the desires of my heart? I admit they’re not always lined up with His, and I’ll be much better off if He doesn’t give me what I want. A better question is what will the desires of my heart be if I’m continually focused on doing as instructed in the first list?

    I’m going to venture a guess that as I concentrate on being thankful rather than envious, and if I am busy doing good, and I am purposefully trusting and patiently waiting on Him to work, and I am continually committing my way to Him, my heart’s desires will be lovely and self-denying. In other words, they’re going to be the opposite of whatever the world says I should do or want or be.

    Next, let’s look at number 2 in the “what God’s going to do for me” list above. What does it mean for our righteousness and justice to shine? And to shine like the noonday sun? A word picture is forming in my mind of something really, really bright, as bright as the Oklahoma sun we’re currently enjoying (enduring?), along with heat indices of 100+ degrees. It’s a really bright light. It’s also hot.

    And what does our culture need right now? (If your first response is “to be burned up”, that’s not where I wanted to take the sun analogy…)

    Aside from judgment, what do the marchers and screamers and mixed up folks playing dress up need right now?

    What do these humans who are stumbling around in the darkness need most?


    They need someone to turn on the light. Someone to shine the light. Someone to BE the light. They need someone who shows them the heart of God by obeying Him. By being righteous. Not holier-than-thou, mind you. Not condescending or hateful. Holy. As He is holy.

    You see, the lost ones need us to lift up that boulder they’re under and expose them to the light of the gospel so they can see. They need us to shine the light of the gospel into the eyes of their hearts, to speak the truth in love, to cultivate faithfulness by living out our faith in front of them.

    “Cultivate” means to try to acquire or develop. We can help others to acquire faith and then help them develop their faith. In order to do that, we must be the Light by lovingly and kindly speaking truth, by infusing them with hope through our words, and by showing them love through our deeds. Even the angry, mean people. Especially them. I believe Jesus called it loving our enemies.

    Hard stuff. Especially since they tend to want to see us fail and fall.

    In 1 Peter 3:16, we are instructed to “keep a good conscience so that in the thing in which you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ will be put to shame.” We must guard our minds and actions so that we give them no ammunition to use against us.

    In addition, the preceding verse reminds us to be always ready to give account for the hope we have…but to do it gently and reverently. In other words, we need to be good Christians, excellent Christ followers, image bearers of the glorious God we claim to serve. Let us be the kind of people that hopeless souls are drawn to because of our Savior living in us.

    A lesson I first learned in my 20s (and am still learning), back in the dark ages when I worked in an office, helped me have compassion on these kinds of people. One of the women there was crass and foul-mouthed and could be pretty mean. The Lord convicted me to see her as He saw her…someone in need of grace and hope. Seeing her through God’s eyes changed my heart toward her, and gave me the ability to extend grace to her, to pity her, to understand that she was the way she was because she needed Jesus.

    All the reprobates (in the unprincipled sense, not the Calvinistic damned sense) in our culture, quite simply, need Jesus. People who have met Him and have experienced the indescribable joy of redemption don’t spew hate and filth and flaunt their sexual deviancy. They don’t wave a banner with a co-opted rainbow and an alphabet soup acronym for their various perversions. They don’t mock the Savior or proudly demand to be identified by their sin. No, someone who truly knows Jesus exudes joy, walks in the Light, and shares the hope of the gospel with others.

    That’s what we must do. It is what I must do. And as I write this, I am convicted that I need to be bold and purposefully witness more, and not be afraid of their reactions. Because the fact is, some will malign us. Some will be angry. Not everyone will listen, not everyone will turn away from their sin and toward the Light of Christ. But some will. Some will repent and embrace the free gift of salvation, choosing to then be identified by the Savior rather than their sin. For those, and for all in their circles of influence, our dwelling in the land and cultivating faithfulness will make an eternal difference.

    So how do we live and thrive in this culture? By dwelling in the land and cultivating faithfulness. By trusting, doing, committing, waiting, resting. God will sort it all out (Matthew 25, et al.) and will someday make all things new (Revelation 21:5). We have much to look forward to!

    The culture, these people, desperately need the hope we have. Will we offer it?

    Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.” -Galatians 6:9

    Janice Powell 2022

    Note: If you landed here because of a hot button hash tag and my words have angered you, I invite you to ask God to open your eyes and heart so that you desire to search deeper into Scripture and find forgiveness and redemption. If biblical truth sounds like foolishness to you, that is confirmation that you are lost, dead in sin, and headed for hell (1 Corinthians 1:18). The funny thing about truth is that it doesn’t change based on who believes it or who is speaking it. Truth is truth because truth is Jesus Christ (John 14:6), and He doesn’t change (Malachi 3:6). That in itself is a very comforting truth–if He has redeemed you and called you His own.

    Or do you think lightly of the riches of His kindness and tolerance and patience, not knowing that the kindness of God leads you to repentance? -Romans 2:4

    [F]or all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God[.] -Romans 3:23

    For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. -Romans 6:23

    If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. -1 John 1:9

    Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. -2 Corinthians 5:17

    All Scripture is taken from the New American Standard Bible (1995).

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  • I want my own words!

    In reference to the idiocy of preferred pronouns for would-be psychiatric patients known as LGBQXYZ whatevers, Jeff Childers asked in today’s newsletter (https://www.coffeeandcovid.com/p/-coffee-and-covid-wednesday-april-e29?s=r) if we get our own nouns and verbs. Here are my preferred words:

    Preferred noun: freedom
    Preferred adjective: unjabbed
    Preferred verb: stand
    Preferred prepositional phrase: against tyranny
    Preferred adverbs: firmly, joyfully, and courageously

    I will walk in freedom, unjabbed, and stand against tyranny firmly, joyfully, and courageously.

    Join me?

    Janice Powell 2022

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    Mom: Reflections on life, death, and life

    One year ago today Mom took her first breath in heaven. I am sure time is not marked there, sadness is not remembered there, and pain is not allowed there. For this I am thankful. But I see the calendar and I remember and reflect.

    I can only imagine the joy she felt when she first looked upon Jesus in all His splendor, that moment when all of her worries fell away, when her confusion became clarity, when her mind was not just restored, but transformed to its heavenly, forever form. And the joy and divine blessing that were hers when she met all those who went before her and came after? Joy unspeakable indeed.

    On this first anniversary of Mom’s home-going, I take comfort not only in the knowledge of where she is, but also in knowing I did everything I could for her while she was in my care. I am grateful for the privilege it was to be trusted by her, to comfort her, to see to her medical needs, to make cookies for her, to think of a funny story or silly comment that would make her laugh.

    Oh how I miss her laugh. Perhaps you can almost hear it when you look at her picture.

    How wondrous that she is now enjoying continuous and joyous laughter in the presence of Jesus, laughter that bubbles up from her soul, its source the Lord’s complete and utter spiritual freedom and beautiful, eternal love that only those in heaven can experience fully.

    And, of course, she is singing hymns, praise songs of such beauty this troubled earth cannot hear them.

    When I reflect on the recent years during which she suffered grief and loss, illness and pain, and confusion and anger, I also see how the hand of God moved to bring about good from evil and beauty from ashes, to comfort and strengthen and carry.

    I think of the blessing of the caregivers who loved Mom and tenderly walked with her through her last years and days. They shared our burden and made it lighter.

    I think of the good days when I could see glimpses of the real Mom unhindered by confusion or sickness, when we could talk and sing and it felt almost like the old days.

    I think of how she enjoyed looking through her Life Story notebook, taking us with her down memory lane. How fortuitous of her to have chronicled her life in such a way, not knowing that it would step in to fill the gaps when her memory failed her.

    I think of the comments various medical personnel made about how we cared for her, how not many families would have spent the money it took to provide private care.

    I remember the caregiver from Africa who told me she had never seen a family care for their mother like we did and that she would remember it always.

    I also remember the anger and heartbreak caused by the brother who was willing to destroy his mother because of greed. I think of how Mom worried and cried and chastised, trying to convince me to “fix it.” I remember telling her that as far as it was up to me, I would, but that I couldn’t control what that brother did. However, I am reminded that because of that situation and how it negatively impacted Mom, causing more confusion and fear, private care was arranged. No one could have known then about the covid restrictions that were coming a little over a year later, but God did. And because of the private care, Mom was not alone like so many other facility residents. For this I am grateful.

    I am also grateful for how God used all of this to grow me as a person, making me more selfless, braver, and able to speak up to defend someone who could not defend herself. And He did it all while also carrying me through brain surgery, radiology procedures, open heart surgery, and multiple medical appointments. Add to all that some other family members’ medical issues, and I am amazed when I look back at what we accomplished and survived only by the grace of God and truly against all earthly odds.

    So today’s date brings some sad recollections, but it also reminds me of the life Mom lived well, and of God’s presence and faithfulness to fulfill His promises.

    Her faith has been made sight.

    And when our time of earthly dwelling is complete, in the blink of an eye, we who know Him have only to join her there, where she will have just begun to sing.


    Janice Powell 2021

About Me

I’m a wife of 37 years, with 7 kids, ages 16-33. We’ve homeschooled since 1998. I love words, but not so much the drama of social media. However, you can find me on MeWe (https://mewe.com/i/janicepowell6) or email me at wordsbeyondme @ cox.net (no spaces). I’d love to hear from you! PS: This photo is 5 years old. I look more tired now.