For as long as I can remember, my mother made sure I understood that God is like no other and that He had saved my life.  My mom told me she would pray that I would not only know Jesus as my Savior but that I would live out that love in kindness and compassionate and tangible ways. My mom also wanted me to understand the significance of what God has done and is continuing to do in my life.  Recognizing this has compelled me to be His voice for the voiceless. Because of my story, He laid on my heart not only the preborn children whose lives are daily…