Speak LIFE 139's Podcast

MCCL #45 Member, Dick Roue in the studio, reminding us of the MCCL Fall Tour, Thursday October 21, 2021 at the McIntosh Community Center at 7pm. Also sharing how MCCL speaks for those who cannot speak for themselves. Touching on the political and social changes of the battleground in this fight for life. Highlighting options such as adoption.

I am thirty. Thirty weeks old. My eyes are fully developed and when it’s light I can focus on things really close to my face, like my fingers. I like to watch them flutter. Say, Mom—what was that yummy lunch yesterday?

We eat an apple and chuck the core. We skin an avocado and throw the pit. We peel an orange or break open a banana and toss the skins. What do these things share in common? Their classification. They are fruit.

I am twenty-nine. Twenty-nine weeks old. At first, when my brain was developing it looked smooth. Now its folds and grooves are like the surface of a walnut or cauliflower—hint, hint.

I am twenty-eight. Twenty-eight weeks old.  Here we go—the third trimester! Yipee! Are you excited? We should all be excited! Let’s dance! Whoops, um—was that your rib?

MCCL #45 members, Theresa Voxland and Alison Opdahl share Speak LIFE updates. Highlighted are the upcoming WPC Annual Banquet and the MCCL Fall Rally. What does Speak LIFE look like in our area? Well, they discuss that too. It is easier than you think!

I am twenty-seven. Twenty-seven weeks old. I can open and close my eyes. Have you noticed me mimicking your sleeping and waking patterns?

Nephesh. That ephemeral combination of body and soul driving us toward wholeness or destruction. There is no middle ground when it comes to our consciences.

I am twenty-six. Twenty-six weeks old. I have more blood vessels developing in my lungs; little lacey tendrils fanning out. They will help me gather all the oxygen I need for my first cry.

I am twenty-five. Twenty-five weeks old. I can sense colors in bright conditions. My nose is sending smells from my amniotic fluid to my brain.