A while back I posted about my feelings on the abortion issue. I deleted the post shortly after, not because I was ashamed or embarassed about my feelings but because I felt the post had become an emotional rant that would turn off anyone who may be on the fence.
These are my granddaughters, and I can't imagine my life without them. But if their mothers or fathers had decided they didn't need to be here, they wouldn't be. After trying to re-write the post I realized there is no way for me to write about this without being emotional.These are babies, after all, human beings, future toddlers and tweens and teenagers and adults, maybe future parents, maybe future world leaders or teachers, nurses, or factory workers. Maybe they will lead countries or lead states or cities ,towns, neighborhoods, or households. Maybe they will be mothers or fathers of other children. Any of the above could be the person who cures cancer or who raises an autistic child to a productive life or lives their life as a "nobody " in our eyes.. No matter what their future holds they are children of God, souls who are created by him for a purpose.
As I stated in my previous post I used to be pro choice, I didn't think I had the right to tell another woman what she should do with her body. But I have changed my mind. I still think a woman has to make her peace with God, but there are too many places in this world for a child to have a home for a life to be snuffed out.
9 months seems like a lot of time to some people to give up to nourish and give birth to the child they have created, but as you get older 9 months in perspective is nothing. I realize that this is huge sacrifice, giving up your life and image to give birth to a baby , but it's a choice that is the right thing to do .
I wish everyone would watch this:
Mike Huckabee interviews ex-planned parenthood employee.
I've finally realized that my aversion to the thought of killing a baby before it can be born is my God speaking through me, telling me that there is no reason for us as humans to decide when a child is worthless. I wish I could come up with more eloquent words and phrases that would convince women that the life inside them is precious, and worth saving.
I guess I need to keep praying..