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A Letter From Chelsea Clinton’s Child

ST PETERSBURG, Fla., April 24, 2014 /Christian Newswire/ — Rev. Bill Keller, the world’s leading Internet Evangelist and the founder of Liveprayer.com with over 2.4 million subscribers worldwide reading the daily devotional he has written every morning for 15 years on the issues of the day from a biblical worldview, is sharing a special message from the new baby of Chelsea Clinton and her husband Marc Mezvinsky.

A special message from the child of Chelsea Clinton and her husband Marc Mezvinsky:

Hello! With so many people making such a big deal about me after only a few weeks since God did something only He can do, giving me life the moment the sperm of my father and the egg of my mother came together, I thought I would share some of my personal thoughts with you about my life so far. First, I want to thank my mother Chelsea for not doing to me what she has advocated for other women do, and killing me! I am NOT a “clump of cells” but a LIFE created by God Himself at the moment of conception with an eternal soul!

My mother was quoted last year as saying her maternal grandmother was the child of unwed teenage parents, who “did not have access to services that are so crucial that Planned Parenthood helps provide.” Of course, those “crucial services” are primarily the slaughtering innocent babies just like me, something that happens to apx. 4,000 precious children every 24 hours in this nation alone.

Her father and mother, my new maternal grandparents have also been staunch advocates for the killing of innocent babies their entire public/political lives. Grandpa Bill and Grandma Hillary have tried to use clever language to distance themselves from the horrors of legalized infanticide that is practiced every day in this nation, but even at my very young age I know this is not an issue you can be on both sides of since there is no such thing as “pro-choice!”

Even someone only alive for a few weeks like myself knows if you really believe in life than you are called pro-life. The only “choice” is to kill your baby or not. So you are either pro-life or you are pro-death! The latest clever language people like my mother Chelsea and her Grandma Hillary like to use to soft-sell the slaughter of innocent babies are “women’s health issues,” “reproductive rights,” “a woman’s right to choose,” or “the war on women.” These are nothing but code phrases for killing babies and the real war is not on women, but on their babies in the womb they want the choice to kill!

In the past week, I watched with my mother the endless news coverage of the bombing by Muslim terrorists at the Boston Marathon last year. Being only a few weeks old, I don’t understand why the same news organizations and politicians who are so somber and distraught over the 3 innocent people killed and the several hundred injured, when they openly promote and advocate for the killing innocent babies like me! In the year since that bombing in Boston, ONE AND A HALF MILLION innocent babies have been slaughtered in this nation, yet nobody says a word about those innocent lives!

Even in these few short weeks of life, I can already see that this is an evil nation. What kind of people who have a heart and conscience could allow innocent babies like me to be murdered when they did nothing wrong? My mother’s favorite TV station is MSNBC which I learned is part of the NBC television network and is owned by the nation’s largest media company, Comcast. I don’t know why she watches this station since they have people on all day long like Rachel Maddow, a man who says he is a Catholic, Chris Matthews, someone who calls himself a “Reverend,” and the rest of their hosts who actually cheerlead for, promote, and support killing innocent babies like me.

As I have watched this station with my mother, they have guests on their various programs who actually run organizations like NARAL, NOW, and Planned Parenthood, who exist for the purpose of helping women to kill their innocent babies! I actually have bad dreams when I sleep that my mother Chelsea will wake up one morning and take me to one of these places I hear about on TV where women go to have a doctor kill their baby. One thing I don’t understand is why men and women who went to school to learn how to make sick people better, would kill innocent babies, some who could live perfectly outside of their mother!

Please pray for me. I trust that the God who gave me life will watch over and protect me. I already know that I will be living in a very evil world, but I hope to grow up and give my life to help stop the slaughter of innocent babies. I don’t know what those babies did to deserve to be put to death, but I know that God who creates life is the only one who has the right to end life. Please also pray for my mother Chelsea, Grandpa Bill, and Grandma Hillary, that because of me they will no longer support, promote, and advocate for the killing of innocent babies. Please ask God to open their hearts to see that just like me, ALL life is precious!

God Bless you,
The yet to named baby of Chelsea and Marc

The Beauty of Innocence

It’s time to take a little break from the harsh realities of this world for just a minute. This is what the world needs more of… lots of bubbles, a cute dog, and the most adorable and infectious baby laugh!

Alan Colmes Mocks The Way Santorum's Family Grieves Dead Child

I’ve been thinking about this video you’re about to watch all day, and I still cannot find an adequate way to sum it up for you.  Alan Colmes can be a difficult pundit to listen to on even his best day, but I think he finally crossed the kind of line that can’t be uncrossed.  On FNC, Monday, he was asked to weigh in on Rick Santorum’s recent surge in Iowa.  As you can see in the video below, Colmes had many negative things to say about Santorum, so I think he could have easily left out the most offensive one of all.  Yet… somehow, he didn’t choose to.  In short, he needlessly and mercilessly ridiculed the way that Rick Santorum’s family grieved over one of their dead children.  The horrific display starts just after the one minute mark.

 

I don’t know where to begin.  I do know the word “unprofessional” does not even begin to cover it.  I know that much for sure.  But to be honest with you, this is par for the course when it comes to Left Wing punditry.  It’s never good enough for them to just criticize a Republican’s policies.  For some reason, they feel compelled to add personal attacks to the mix also.  Whether it’s Ed Schultz calling Laura Ingraham a slut, or David Letterman calling Sarah Palin a slut, or an MSNBC panel talking about Michele Bachmann’s “crazed, bulging eyes”, the Left constantly feels it’s necessary to make personal attacks toward Republicans.  It’s never good enough to just discuss policies or issues.  But this time, it’s too much.  When you make fun of the way a family grieves the death of their child, you have crossed a line you cannot come back from.

Alan Colmes must have thought he was on the Jerry Springer show, where you’re paid to goad and insult the audience.  Where it’s your goal to stoke fires of indignation.  But you know what… Even Jerry’s audience would have no part in what Colmes was selling.  I’m ashamed for him.  And I’m ashamed America’s top rated cable channel even let him finish the segment.  I’m not sure Jerry would have let him stay on after saying that.  But like I said… this is par for the course with Liberal pundits.

Too Good To Be True


This continues the story of our journey to have a family. The time frame for this chapter of our story is March 2008.
If you continue to read along, you will see first hand the reality of how broken the Foster Care system truly is.
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When the battle was won in the last case, I was completely at peace when they came to pick him up. There was no inner struggle. For a long while I struggled within myself that there was no struggle. I was not opening the door and throwing him to the CPS Case Worker, but I was truly happy he was going home.

It took me a while to realize that this is truly what it is about. Many people will not understand. Most biological parents who have lost their children to the system because of their own bad choices cannot accept responsibility for their actions. So when I have previously said that these children should never have gone back to their biological parents, there are people that do not understand how I can say that. I have a friend who totally disagrees with me.

The previous little boy’s case proved to me that my heart was in the right place. After a while, you truly start questioning this whole process. Am I just angry and bitter that I have not been able to have my own children, so I am seeking to take children away from their parents? This previous little boy’s case showed me that this was not at all what this was for me. I truly was fighting for each individual child, for what was right for their lives. This little boy belonged with his biological parents. He just needed medical attention.

I did not mourn his leaving at all. I truly was happy that he was going to be reunited with his biological parents.

We went back to life as normal. Waiting. Wondering if we would ever receive another call.

During this time, the children’s therapist asked me if we were still interested in adopting more children. When I told her that we were, she told me that she counseled another sibling group- a brother and sister- who were already free to be adopted. She thought they would be a wonderful match for our family. I told her that I was definitely interested, but I would have to talk to my husband, and if he said yes, then we would have to increase our license again, because we were only licensed to have three children.

I talked to my husband, and he was all for it. So I made the call to increase our license yet again. But this time I had them license us for five children. It was better to be prepared. I still knew that I had heard God’s voice, but I could not imagine how this was going to work out.

I talked to the therapist a few days later to let her know our licensing was taken care of, and she told me that there was a family member that had come up out of nowhere who wanted the children.  She told me not to give up though, because she counseled a lot of children who needed good homes full of love. She told me she would help us find our children.

With that door closed, we waited to see what God had planned for us. Would it be another call from our therapist? Would we get a call from the Agency?

It was not long before we found out. I received a call from our Agency Case Worker telling me that there was a 7-week-old infant needing placement. She did not need to say anymore. I probably literally screamed in her ear, “YES!” I was so excited!

This Case Worker with the Agency was number five or number six for us, and we had not been in the Foster system but 8 months. This Case Worker knew the heart break that we had gone through when the 1-year-old was given to a family member, and she told me she would try desperately to help us get a baby.

Not only was this an infant, there was no real question whether or not he would be available for adoption. His biological mother’s rights had not been terminated at this point, because the court process had to take place, but it was next to impossible that she would not have her rights terminated. She was a foster child herself, and the baby was born addicted to cocaine.

As soon as I hung up the phone with the Agency I called my husband. I was so excited I could not sit still.  I told him I would let him know the details as soon as I found them out.

Within a few minutes the phone rang again. It was our Case Worker with the Agency. I knew as soon as I answered the phone that it was not good news. I could hear it in her voice. She said she was so sorry to have to inform me that the baby had already been promised to another couple. I thanked her and hung up the phone.

There were no words for me at this point. I called my husband and told him. I told him I had to go. He asked me if I was ok and I told him no, and at this point I just did not have any words. I am sure you have read enough by now to realize that it is very rare that I have no words. I could not even pray. I could not muster the strength or emotions to say anything or feel anything. My husband told me not to worry, that if the other family backed out we would be the first ones they would call. Sure, fat chance. I would not hold my breath, I told him.

When I hung up the phone, I just sat silently on the couch. The other two kids were in their rooms playing.

I sat there that day for almost an hour. All I could do was think about what had just happened, and the years of trying to have a child. Why would this happen? It was like dangling a gourmet meal in front of a starving person. As I sat dwelling on how this could have even happened I became very angry. I knew that my heart was in the right place, and yet time after time my heart was being broken. I am very much in tune with the fact that life is not fair, but we had gone beyond life not being fair to life being downright cruel! I just could not understand why God would allow this to happen! I would rather have never received the call than to have had this happen.

As I sat there by myself, my thoughts racing around in my head, my heart breaking once again, the phone rang again. It was the Agency. The other couple had decided they would not be able to take the baby. Did we still want him? Again I screamed, “YES!” And I begged her not to let him get away from us.

My husband had been right! I asked him later if God had spoken to him that day and he said no that he just had a feeling. Why did all of this happen? I do not really have the answer to that question. Maybe it was God’s way of showing me that He really is involved in our lives. There could be a million other reasons or explanations why. I don’t think I will ever know. But thankfully, this time it really was true! We were finally going to have our baby!

As we waited for them to bring him to us the next day I could not sit still. I had so much pent up excitement, knowing that we were really going to have a baby!

When they brought him to us, he was so very tiny. When they put him in my arms, I was so scared I would hurt him. He had been born 6 weeks premature, so he was just now gestationally 1 week old. He was still red and wrinkly. His little fingers and toes were so tiny. His nose was so tiny. But he was beautiful! And he was ours! Immediately I began calling him my Angel Baby.

Not only was he very tiny, he was also going through withdrawals from the drug addiction. If you have never witnessed a tiny baby going through drug addiction withdrawals you are blessed! It is one of the most painful things I have ever witnessed in all of my life! His entire body would shake as his body craved the drugs. His eyes would get so big, not understanding what was going on within his body. We would swaddle him tightly and hold him close until his tremors would pass.

I found a song that I began to play for him when he would start going through his withdrawal tremors- “Angel Baby” by Linda Ronstadt. I had never heard it before I went searching for a song with that title. Since this is what I called him from the first day, I thought it would be fitting to find a song with that name. This became our ritual. As his body would begin to shake from his withdrawals, we would swaddle him tightly, hold him close, play the music, and rock with him. We went through this process the first two months or more.

It is very rare occasions that I have seen my Dad cry. He cried at both of his parents funerals. Other than that, I do not recall any other time where he has actually cried, until he saw our baby during one of his withdrawals.

It is amazing how much we remember. After we got through the withdrawal tremors, we did not play our “Angel Baby” song as much. After a while, it had been months since I had played it for him and danced with him.

Probably 8 months or more had passed that we had not played the song at all. One day I decided to play it. As soon as the music started, he looked up at me with the biggest, most beautiful grin in the world! He was playing in his playpen and he stood up, reaching for me to take him. He wanted me to dance with him! He remembered! I was so amazed that he remembered our song!

It is now a very common thing that is heard in our home. My baby loves to dance with me. All of my children love to dance with me, but my baby has a very special bond with me, through this song and me dancing with him. It will forever be one of my most beautiful memories of his infancy. Once again, God has taken something traumatic and turned it into something very beautiful in my life- and my son’s life as well!

Just a few days ago I played our song. It had been a month or so since I played it for him. As soon as the music started he stopped what he was doing and came over and climbed up into my lap. He would lay against my chest for a while, just listening to the music with me. Then he would sit up and look at me- look into my eyes. It was the sweetest, most beautiful, most moving thing for me. The way he was looking into my eyes was like he was remembering. It was a deep, soulful look that you don’t expect from a child so young. He just turned 3-years-old; how does he know what this song is? Yes, I know he remembers…. but it was much more than just remembering. Though we have listened to this song quite often, and he always snuggles up to me when we are dancing or just sitting, there was something different about this time. I will never forget that look as long as I live!

This will be something that I continue to do all of his life.

I am now searching for a special song for each child. Since they all love to dance, I want each of them to have their special song. It is not a process that I am rushing through. I’ve listened to hundreds of songs, and have found 2 that are perfect.

I want each one of my children to have many wonderful memories of their childhood. Since they have endured so many bad things, anything I can do to help them have beautiful memories is a bonus. I do not ever want any of my older children to feel left out because they do not have a special song like the baby does. It is not their fault they were not with us as infants. So this will be a gift to each of them that will last a lifetime.

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The Purpose Of  This Series:  Who Hears The Voice Of The Children?

The next chapter in this series: Full House

The previous chapter in this series: Fighting For Another Child

Foster Care: A Broken System- Video