Carolyn McBreen Gibbs Blog: Brothers Four!

Carolyn McBreen Gibbs Blog: Brothers Four!: I often dreamed of having a big brother. I was adopted and an only! I knew brothers could be pesky, obnoxious and a nuisance, but they were ...

Brothers Four!

I often dreamed of having a big brother. I was adopted and an only! I knew brothers could be pesky, obnoxious and a nuisance, but they were also protectors, companions, and best friends. I learned as an adult my parents had a chance to adopt an older boy, but they refused. I had come so close.

Through a series of events, God heard the desire of my heart. In 2000 He gave me back to my birth family. It was verified and official. I not only had three sisters, but four, yes, four brothers! I felt so blessed. My oldest brother Bill immediately welcomed me into the family. I think he was as excited as I was. It was a miracle from God, and it was magical!

Bill delighted in including John and I into Thanksgiving and Christmas. He brought out family photos and tried to give me a life time of ancestry in several hours. He was a father figure at 21 years older than me. We talked on the phone every week, he came to our house for dinner, and we ate out in Omaha together. He was the one to make sure everyone was o.k. One Saturday, winter evening, we had just started a fire in the fireplace. We were enjoying the last of special wood we had, when Bill called. When he heard we had started a fire, he said, "Well did you have the chimney cleaned first?" No, I said. "Well you better put the fire out, cause that is dangerous if the chimney is dirty!" There went our fire, because we figured he knew what he was talking about.

My next oldest brother, Frank, I never got to meet. I found my family or it was verified by Lutheran Family Services on a Wednesday. On Friday, John arranged to take me to the cemetery where Mom and Grandma were buried in Omaha. When we got home there were messages from Brother Bill. Frank had a stroke and was in the hospital. Before we could respond, another call came to say another stroke had taken his life. He knew I had been found, and was very glad!

The hard part was meeting the rest of the family at his funeral. It was awkward, and bittersweet. We did not want my reunion to overshadow the family's celebration of his life. Everyone was excited to meet me. The story had spread. Brother Virgil, Mac as he was known kept his distance. At the funeral, his daughter told me he wasn't ready to meet me. He was always Mom's protector, and he wasn't sure about my agenda.

Halfway through the lunch after the service, he agreed to meet me. He soon realized, I just wanted the family I never had.  From then on, I spent a lot of time with him in conversations. For a time, John was an interim pastor at his Church. A month later I met my youngest brother Mike at a family Memorial Day picnic. We were amazed at how much we looked alike. He bemoaned the fact that he was the baby of the family, now I was.

The common thread in all my brothers was football and horse races. We all loved to watch both! For the first time in 57 years, I knew where I belonged! I was home! Mike lived in Arkansas and then Oklahome, so Bill and Mac were the ones I saw most often. It was Mac that visited my adopted Mom in the nursing home, and came to her funeral. As with our Mom, he was all about Moms and family. He was there when I had my knee replaced, and often came to our apartment for coffee and conversation.He was the one who brought our Mom to life for me. When he visited her everyday in a nursing home, he recorded their conversations! He shared all those with me.

Virgil cared for his twin sister, our Mom, then me, because even though he tried to hide it, he had a tender heart. He was caring, and protecting of the ladies in his life. Those living I.  The same town, especially benefited. When Mac went to be with Jesus on my Birthday two days ago, it was hard to deal with. Yet this is one more bond between us. God's hand was on it. We had come full circle. We were separated by my birth, God reunited us years later, and God took him away again on my Birthday!

Four dear brothers, each loving, caring, and mine! All with Jesus now, yet still with us all, until God changes our address one day! 

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Monster......

Socially, abortion is acceptable. Morally it is still murder! Abortion creates victims. It has become an even bigger monster, because more has been added into it. First it was designed to get rid of a baby because it was inconvenient, then the guidelines expanded. Now an abortion can be done late term. Some babies are even born alive, and left to die unattended, or out and out killed by various means. Murder intensified! Soon it will be expanded again. Liberals see nothing wrong with killing children up to the age of four. These post birth abortions would eliminate the difficult child, give parents more income without the child. America, we are out of control. Nothing is sacred, and this abortion monster grows and grows! Murder!

The latest expansion of this evil is harvested body parts that can be sold. This monster now, carefully aborts the baby, so all the parts are whole, and worth money. There is something so sinister about taking an already victim, and adding insult to injury. If this weren't a human as they try to tell us, they wouldn't have body parts to sell.

We are horrified that everyday new monsters of violence, torture and evil are invading our world, yet we allow the biggest monster of depravity to exist. You remember Hitler. He very effectively and purposely  murdered thousands of people, he decided were inferior and unfit to live. No one should have the power to decide who is fit to live. Being judged as sub-human or unwanted should not be a crime punishable by death.

A baby's heart starts beating in 32 days from conception. That's about the time a pregnancy is discovered. These pre-born babies are as human as you and I. Historian Arnold Toynbee once said, "A civilization is judged by how society treats it's most helpless members." Our pre-born children are not undesirable, they are undeveloped potential. They deserve a chance to touch lives, make contributions to society, and have the life God planned for them. Yet these little ones have their voices stilled before they can even cry.

There are still people who don't understand or know God who made them. They refer to babies as meaningless protoplasm. They don't understand or acknowledge that God never has nor will create anything meaningless. Human life was created to have eternal value. Women may need choices, but more than that, they need the truth about the child they helped conceive. Abortionists, and especially Planned Parenthood mislead and lie to keep making money. If they told the truth about this evil, they would be out of business.

Did you know an ultrasound will even show a baby's personality at eight weeks? Pre-born babies wave, do somersaults, and are as cute then as they are when they are born, and snuggled in their mother's arms. It just is not natural to kill your children. There are no winners in abortion. The little victim is killed, and the mother and the killers are affected for their whole lives, Psychologically. All will be haunted by what they have done, if not now, some day.

Young women going to Planned Parenthood for answers, are only offered abortion. Their name alone is ludicrous. Planned Parenthood is evidentially Planned Murder. They offer no other solutions. They try to say they are about women's health, but that is another lie. What can I do, you ask. We can help save a little life, one at a time. Spread the word, point the hurting to Jesus, and pray often! This is a war, but don't be afraid to fight!

Life is no longer sacred. If history has stepped on Jesus, the blacks, the Jews, what chance do helpless pre-born babies have? Never forget God is the creator and giver of life. It is a gift! I often wonder how many doctors, scientists, pastors, teachers, mothers, and fathers

has our society killed, needlessly. How many more will die, because society said it is O.K? Think about all those who never got a hug, had no childhood joys, or someone to say, "I Love You."

Only God gave us life, and only He has the right to decide when that life ends. Are you big enough to fit in shoes only God should wear?