If you are a mama who is in the process of healing from the physical, emotional, and spiritual aftermath of an abortion, who has come before the Lord and realized the gravity of your decision – I want to reinforce something. Our God is a faithful and forgiving Father. He delights in redeeming our dead things. He knew the heartache we would cause Him before we ever caused it and He wanted us anyway. My sin is no better than your sin, and because of the cross, because of the precious blood of Jesus, we can walk in freedom today from guilt and shame. You are covered. There is resurrection power and healing that flows freely for you from heaven.
Hallelujah. What a love.
Now I would like to turn a page and take a look at the other side of abortion.
It seems to me that the same people screaming, rioting, looting, and burning down our country for “basic human rights” are the same people who champion and praise the murder of our unborn children.
“My body, my choice” when in reference to abortion is quite possibly the most ironic and hypocritical statement ever muttered from the mouth of mankind. You want to cover yourself head to toe in tattoos? Your body your choice. You want to choose pizza every day over salad? Your body your choice. You want lip injections, liposuction, and breast augmentation? Your body your choice. You want to barbarously rip your child apart limb from precious limb and vacuum him out from the one place he is supposed to be safe in this world? Not your body, not your choice. What about his choice? What about his body? What about his basic human rights?
To say that a living, human child with brainwaves and a heartbeat, who can suck her thumb and stretch her legs and recognize her mama’s voice is a clump of cells is a flagrant and hellish copout.
And please, before you come at me with rape-related abortions, i.e. the 1% that is abhorrently exploited to justify murder, I want you to do a little research on a few names you may know – Eartha Kitt, Ethel Waters, Nell Carter, Jesse Jackson. Whether or not you agree with the politics of namely Rev. Jackson, the facts remain the same: these trailblazers were able to do so because their mothers had the strength, courage, and audacity to say yes to their life, yes to their liberty, and yes to their pursuit of happiness.
I was scrolling the other day and saw something that said, “Take your religion out of my abortion.” Such a blatant reminder of how removed we as a human race have become from the heart of heaven. In that moment the Lord broke through my thoughts and quietly said to me, “in order to take Jesus out of abortion, you would first have to take Him out of life, and to take Jesus out of life would be like taking the threads out of a blanket. How do you separate a thing from its very fabric? The simple answer is that you can’t.”
I remember the first time I saw our son at his 16-week ultrasound. I saw a nose that looks a whole lot like his mama’s. I saw lips that we cannot wait to kiss all over. I saw hands that will play countless games of catch with his daddy. I saw a belly that looks perfect for tickles. I saw life; a life that my husband and I have been so graciously entrusted with. I see a baby boy who in the secret places of his mother’s womb is fully known and set apart by the Creator of the universe. Our heritage. Our arrow. What a mercy.
Thank you, Jesus.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be (Psalm 139:13-16).
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart (Jeremiah 1:5a).
Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them (Psalm 127:3-5).
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them (Genesis 1:27).
From birth I was cast on you; from my mother’s womb you have been my God (Psalm 22:10).