Well, my first
week at E.M.C has come to a close. Phew *huge sigh of exhaustion. This week I met and spoke with many girls who
wanted an abortion. They came from different
places, different backgrounds, were different ages and had all come to this
decision for different reasons. But they
all had one very forceful element in common, fear. Most of them won't come right out and say they
are afraid. It is a very vulnerable
place to be and to admit to it to someone else is neigh unthinkable especially
when you try not to admit it to yourself.
While the reason given for aborting her baby, at first, might have been
for financial reasons, as you talk, you realize she is Muslim and she is afraid
to tell her family because a baby obviously means she has been having pre-marital
sex. Or the girl that comes in and tells
you she has a 3yr old, 2yr old and 7month old at home, all from different men, and
her pregnancy test just came up positive and she asks you how she can take care
of another baby when she can't even take care of herself. Or the girl who says her boyfriend told her
to get rid of it. Or the girls whose
parents are so afraid of them growing up the hard way, that they themselves did,
that they pressure their daughters to abort for an easier life, so that they
can experience all that the collage life has to offer, so that their children
can make a better life for themselves and get out of this "hell
hole". Condemning their daughter to
a brokenness and pain that isn't easily remedied all the while believing it is
the "easiest way out" of hardships.
Oh my dear sweet girl your hardships are just beginning. I see it, you who are reading this see it,
why can't they see it. Why must fear be
so blinding? The Babies are by no means
the only victims in this atrocity society calls abortion. For every baby killed
and gone to be welcomed in the loving sweet arms of Jesus there is a living,
breathing, grieving, broken and pained mother who is left, arms empty, unable
to turn for comfort and help, still held captive by the original enemy, fear.
I gave multiple pregnancy
tests this week. I can't explain to you
the relief I feel, after having just talked with a girl who is dead set on an
abortion , to see only the one line and realize its negative and she isn't
pregnant. The sick feeling in my stomach
when its positive and I know this dear new life will soon be extinguished. It goes against every fiber in my being. Being raised in a big catholic family that
jumped up and down in excitement at the news of a baby. I thought of this verse, Luke 23:28-29. "Jesus turned to them and said,
"Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep instead for yourselves
and for your children, for indeed, the days are coming when people will say 'Blessed
are the barren, the wombs that never bore and breasts that never nursed." Truly, we are living in this time of which he
spoke.
God knew that fear is our great enemy and that's
why he warned us against it so many times. So we must "draw our strength
from the Lord and from his mighty power put on the armor of God!" (Ephesians
6: 10-11) We must have faith "for
by grace you have been saved through faith" (Ephesians 2:8) And to never forget to rejoice in all
things. "The joy of the Lord is my
strength" Just as Pollyanna said "If
God took the trouble to tell us 800 times to be Glad and rejoice he must have
wanted us to do it!"
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