My local friends may have noticed the protesters standing outside our Wenatchee Family Planning building for the past several weeks with signs saying "Pray to end abortion." Yesterday when I drove by, there was a small hoard of teenage protesters with neon colored signs saying "Equality" "Women's Rights"... and the whole gamut of rhetoric.
I was tempted to stop and get out MY baby. I wanted to show them.
"This is my son. His name is Caleb. He was born in May of last year. He is now 10.5 months old. He loves food and getting into everything, especially the dishwasher. He babbles my words back at me, and throws a fit on the changing table.... Being his mom is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'm not sure I can be successful at it. I'm not sure I can raise him. Beside, I'm just not being a productive member of society staying home with him all the time...
Can I kill him? Is it ok, acceptable, to take his life? Why?"
My heart
breaks over this. Years ago, I believed in the pro-life cause because it was right. Now I pray desperately for God to open the eyes of these people who have NO
understanding of what they are doing or protesting for, because He has truly given me understanding. His perspective. It is SO painful I can barely stand to think about it. Words cannot begin to describe the emotion, the heart wrenching destruction and sorrow that indwells this savage practice.
I want them to know- I want them to SEE. To be responsible for these
precious lives, to carry the weight of their existence, their survival, and TRULY, their eternal souls in their hands. MAKE IT REAL. Make them nauseous with the understanding of what abortion truly is.
Because it is not women's rights. It's not equality. It IS the choice to
MURDER.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13