For those that don’t know, we live in a beautiful city. It feels like a small town and still there are well over 50k residents. Klamath County is majestic and vast. In fact, it is the largest county in the state of Oregon. We have high desert, lush forest, mountains, springs, waterfalls, wildlife, crater lake(one of the seven wonders of the world), and more beauty than you can imagine! You could spend a life time wandering in the forests. All of the pristine lakes are nothing short of glorious. All of this beauty comes at a cost for an activist pro-life family.
Even with a community of our size that has a university, a community college, an Air Force base, a resort, stores, and plenty of residents, we struggle with our medical resources and opportunities. So, even though it is quite affordable compared to the rest of the state, it still has many set backs. To get to the capitol for example, it typically takes at least five hours each way. That includes on quick potty break for our four children, one in pull ups, one in diapers.
Many of you already know my physical ailments but for those that don’t I have extensive injuries and chronic pain that I fight through to do what we believe is right. Today was no exception. My sweet husband Jeremy, man he puts up with a lot! He is the packer, the loader, the unloader, the one who remembers, the organized person. And though I lead our family in many ways, he is my strong and willing husband who does just about anything that I ask of him. He also does plenty that I don’t ask for. He does this out of love.
I am a very stubborn woman y’all. I am a bit prideful in some ways. I wouldn’t say in all aspects because I strive to be humble. I mean in the way that I want to do my share even when I can’t. My husband often rushes to do things before I can get to them because he knows I hurt myself when I do too much. Now a days, too much is the simplest of duties.
I gave all of this information to accurately paint how today went. The journey to the capitol started early in the morning. Jeremy, as usual, helped me out of bed. Our mornings for every family member start with prayers and scriptures. Then, breakfast which today was the simple favorite; cereal with almond milk, fruit, and their choice of a protein rich item like yogurt or a hard boiled egg.
Our oldest two children do their fair share of service as well. Alexandria packed the children’s clothing, Tristan helped by cleaning the table, rinsing the dishes, sweeping the floors. Gideon periodically helps with picking up toys or random trash that emerges out of nowhere daily. The baby girl is busy driving the older three crazy happily undoing their jobs. You know, unfolding the clothes that will be packed, or taking the toy right back out of it’s assigned place. 
They finally got all of the usual pre-travel duties completed and it was time to load up in our trusty minivan. Jeremy has asked me if I want a new SUV many times but I have too many memories with this dang vehicle. I’ve never been a person who gets attached to things. Living a nomad type of life growing up and then fleeing and hiding from my rapist for years really molded me into this sort of no attachments personality. However, without this van our son Gideon would be dead. It reliably took us to Portland what seems like a million times. We could’ve got a new vehicle many times, but I just can’t do it. We’ve had zero issues since we got it with 60k miles in 2015. We’re now at over 132k and our truck has just about the same increase in miles as well. It had 40k and now is around the 130k mark. Simply put, they are great vehicles and I thank God for that blessing because we’ve travelled so much!
Our trip to the capitol of Oregon seemed faster than usual. There is a lot of beautiful nature along the way and a decent stretch of zero service. It’s a good time to play “I-spy” and call out the thousandth green thing which is always a tree. I put on my makeup along the way. Then painted my nails. I asked Jeremy if he wanted to stay while I spoke or if he wanted to take the kids on one of their usual fun adventures. We had a threat of Antifa showing up but I figured since it was the Seattle chapter they wouldn’t bother with the long drive just to try and ruin a rally. But, you never know. Luckily, I had my own fancy security, Paul. He is a marine veteran and a former Oregon state police officer. He had his gun so I didn’t need to bring my own. Plus, he was laid back. I was glad to have his watchful eye on our event.
After the lunch break, it was my turn to speak. Due to the sensitivity of my area of expertise (I still laugh when people say that), I was considered the highest risk. I agreed that my topic was the most controversial but it is hard to imagine someone thinking of me as threatening. I’m five full feet of sass but I don’t think I’m really someone to be targeted. Again, who knows, but I’m blessed to have the extra safety measures.
I gave my talk. I never write a speech up. Maybe, at some point down the road I will try that out. My current strategy is a prayer prior to the event and I ask for the Holy Spirit to help me share the message He wants me to share. I don’t feel the same talk is compelling for different audiences. I believe God knows who needs to hear what that day and that He knows what their heart needs to feel the truth of the words coming out.
Afterwards, there were lots of hugs, some tears, and this is my typical feedback. It is why I continue to follow a prayer based model. I pray, I speak, I hug, I converse, and I repeat at the next event. It sounds pretty simple right? Just allow God to do all of the hard work. I just need to show up. This event seemed comfortable enough that our children were also in attendance. I love when my who family gets to be there. I know they’re not fully paying attention but I know as they grow they’re continually learning about the importance of each human life. The sanctity of life is reinstated every single day in the world they live in.
I got to see several of my friends and a few people who I adore that I hope go know better one day as a friend. Senator Kim Thatcher is one of the people I adore. She’s just a beautiful woman inside and out. She cares deeply for women and for children in the womb. When I hear that Pro-Life republicans are all old white men who don’t care about a woman after she gives birth I just shake my head. If they could only stop and see that many of our greatest conservative prolife leaders are in fact women maybe they’d stop seeing the cause that way. 
The truth of the matter is, women who are Pro-Life are completely ignored why the left. All across the nation we see the “old white men controlling women” argument coming from many democrat figures. I see them pushing to divide people, claiming racism or the patriarchy is why this cause is gaining traction is downright ludicrous.
A 2018 PRRI survey found that 60 percent of Republican women agreed with the statement “Roe v. Wade was wrongly decided and should be overturned.” This compared with only 47 percent of Republican men. Study Link Here
Carol Leek was also in attendance, a leader representing Oregon Women for Trump. Also a woman, Republican, and very pro-life. Shelly, the woman who organized this entire rally, a millennial conservative like myself who fights against abortion. The list goes on but for the sake of not making this into a novel, this event was started by women and ran by women.
Oregonians are sick of what is happening in our state. The vast majority of our map votes red. The large numbers of conservative residents feel unheard, unrepresented, and fed up! This includes a heck of a lot of women. Many Oregon women are tired of seeing the slaughter of Oregon’s children in the womb. We are fighting the true oppression of women. The voices that speak in favor of full term tax payer funded abortion that occurs regularly have silenced our voices for too long. We want change. And we can have it, if enough of us can unify, and the rest take the time to vote, we can win. When we win we can protect Oregon’s women from the pain of abortion, the mental health issues, the significant increased risk of breast cancer, the six times higher rate of suicide linked to abortion, and the fact that abortion says,”she can’t.”
I’m here to say, “She can! And we will help her do it!” We have an abundance of pregnancy centers as well as free to low cost birth control resources. Abortion is not the answer. You can argue in favor of it all day long but no one is better off dead. No one deserves the death penalty for the crimes of another person. Abortion discriminates against people groups anywhere from their race to disability and even economic status. Yet, their humanity can not be erased. Humanity supersedes choice. There is no argument or belief that can take precedence over the humanity of another person. Lying to women and saying their choice is more important than the life of another person just shows how morally reprehensible our society has become. We can do better.
That’s what my part was in this rally. To testify of life, that it changed my world, for the better and it will change others for the better too. We all have challenges and we all have circumstances out of our control. Women are not being oppressed by prolife legislators as many of them are in fact women! It is not anti feminists to support the lives of other girls and women. It isn’t justifiable to use any circumstance that is less than ideal to kill another human being. Science supports life, women support life, so why can’t our laws?
If you know me at all you know my heart is in this because three of our four children were urged to be aborted medical doctors. My life has been filled with ample pain and suffering. I’ve been abused, I’ve been raped, I’ve been tortured, I’ve been poor, I am disabled, our son is disabled, I’ve experienced more than most other 30 year olds, and yet here I am fighting for life. You’d think I would support abortion with all that I’ve seen but on the contrary I’m a no exceptions believer. The joy my daughter brought me was what I needed to heal. Women who abort after rape are four times more likely to commit suicide. I believe truly that women who abort most often don’t fully grasp the magnitude of their actions. If they did, if they believed and understood the humanity of the unborn, they would never even consider it. My daughter showed me that humanity and my next two children after as well.
Motherhood is under attack. The family is under attack. Motherhood is one of the most noble and divine roles we have been blessed with. To take that fact and distort it as some sort of immense burden that takes away a woman’s choice is absurd. Most women who abort felt they had no other choice. They were pressured, bullied, or made to feel inadequate. They’ve been told adoption isn’t an option. They’ve been lied to since middle school thanks to abortion giants.
Let’s come together and fight for women, fight for life, fight to share the humanity of each human being and their value! Oregon can do better and that’s why today happened. Now, I’m about an hour away from home which is over ten hours in a vehicle with four young children because I believe in this cause. I believe in life. This is my calling and it can be yours too!
-Heather ♥️
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