As a preface to the following post, I have to state that this is not a place I consider an appropriate political platform so don't fear or expect that I will use it as so. I write today's post on abortion as an expression of a personal conviction I have arrived at over the last few years. It will likely be the only controversial topic I will touch on... ever.
I remember being freshly graduated from high school
and logging on to my AIM account to chat with my husband before he was my husband.
I know. AIM. Old-school. I've known Phil since I was 15 and he was 17.
When I met him I thought he was a goody-two-shoes, Jesus freak. I thought he was nice... but weird.
Then and now he's been a man convicted of many things, of which one is abortion.
That particular night we spent hours typing long paragraphs taking a stance for and against abortion.
I was for it. He was not.
I told him I believed that no woman should be legally obliged to give birth to a baby
after having been raped.
I told him I thought that no woman should have to raise a baby in a world
where she can barely support herself.
In what I really felt was a compassionate manner I said,
"What kind of life would that be for the baby?"
I looked up statistics. I shared them with him.
He made his rebuttals, quite well I must say.
I know now that my pro-choice perspective was rooted in the fact that I was afraid I might face that choice one day... and I didn't think I would be brave enough to make a choice for life.
I can't remember when or how I made the transition into the other side of the issue.
I know the Lord was working fiercely in my heart at that time and this transition is just one of very many that I have no real reasons or explanations for.
He changed my heart. Period.
I'm okay accepting that.
In the time immediately following my conversion,
I think I found the logic and justification for being pro-life in what the Church taught.
I used it as my back-up source when I managed to get myself into touchy conversations.
It worked. I made my way through those discussions usually unscathed
and hoping I had planted a seed of doubt in friends that defended the pro-choice point of view.
When I was pregnant, the entire discussion took a turn for me.
I was already gung-ho about the pro-life stance...
but feeling that little person inside of me just cemented my beliefs.
It was week #8 when I first saw that little peanut in a sonogram. It was week #20 when I saw his feet, hands, and his little nose for the first time on a screen. It was week #42 when I felt his smushy face for the first time. A human being had developed and grown inside of me.
There were no complications throughout my pregnancy,
but on his birthday I realized that every single baby is a miracle.
What else would you call growing a whole being from almost nothing?
Now more than ever I understand why people consider, and go through, with abortions.
It's frightening, it's terrifying to feel your way through a pregnancy WITH a supportive husband
I can't even fathom going through it alone.
What comes after the pregnancy is even scarier.
A young girl who can't count on the support of her boyfriend or parents.
A girl who can't remember just what happened with that guy three weeks prior.
A woman involved with a married man.
A married woman who feels she can't afford another baby.
They feel alone and, I believe, rightly so.
Yet I don't think we can begin to seriously discuss overturning Roe v. Wade
until we understand isn't only about a woman.
It's about another life -- yes, life -- within her.
A human being. A baby. A soul.
I very personally believe that abortion is about fear and cowardice.
I understand it. I think I would have likely been a coward if I found myself in that situation too.
Why a coward? Such a harsh word.
Because a coward is
"a person who lacks the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things."
I took that from the dictionary, ladies and gents. Don't hate the messenger.
It takes a courageous person to choose life for someone else,
to decide to give life to another human being
who might very well change the world if given the opportunity.
It takes a brave person to see that as soon as those two lines come up on a pregnancy test,
it's just not about them any more.
It's about a little peanut growing arms, legs, lungs, fingernails, and a heart.
Today, there are thousands upon thousands of people marching on the streets of Washington, DC resonating the same things I have just said. They will stand in front of the Supreme Court begging to give unborn children across the country the right to live.
The news will likely not cover this March for Life...
definitely not enough to properly convey it's message and magnitude.
While I may not reach the country or the world with this little rant I've published,
I nonetheless hope that God will use it for His goodness.
If you find yourself in an unplanned pregnancy, do not despair. There is help.
Be courageous and please convince yourself that you are not alone.
Choose adoption, not abortion.
There are millions of men and women eager to give your baby a good life.
If you are a woman or man who has already gone through an abortion
and feel a need for healing, visit Rachel's Vineyard. It's never too late.
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