Life

As I procrastinate going to bed--something to which I am actually looking very much forward since the room is clean and the bed is made with fresh sheets--I feel little Natalie moving away. Her little kicks are getting stronger by the day and, while they may occur at times when I would rather be asleep, they are always a welcome sign of my healthy little girl.

This post will be shorter than most despite the fact that the topic is one on which I could elaborate, rant, and wax eloquent on for hours. The thought running through my head at this moment is this:

Why is it that a baby is not considered a child if the mother wants to terminate its life but it IS when that same mother miscarries a desired baby?

Have you ever thought about that? Millions of women destroy little human lives all the time. When those same women then try to get pregnant later on in life, they are devastated if they miscarry--even at 5-6 weeks pregnant (just after discovering the little life within). It just seems so convenient to me.

So many women "support the right to choose," and THOSE little babies are considered little more than tissue. Why is it that only "wanted" babies are actually thought of as living beings by many in America today?

As an aside, I see women discussing the "quality of life" and how abortions are necessary in order to prevent those babies from growing into neglected, abused children. While this is totally disgusting to me and against everything that I believe, I feel that at least THESE women realize that actual babies are being "aborted." In a way, I fear them more because of how heartless and callous they are when discussing human life. Back on topic now . . .

Who are we to pick and to choose who will live and who will die? How is it that women can decide when to kill their babies when it isn't "convenient" to have them?

Perhaps my pregnancy hormones are causing me to be even MORE emotional about this topic right now, but I don't think so. However, just having this darling, so-longed for child within me makes me cry for all the murdered babies in America.

The INSTANT I discovered that I was pregnant, I fell in love with my baby. Even if I hadn't, I would have still known that it was a life. Whenever ANY woman finds out that she is expecting, she knows just that--that she is EXPECTING a baby, a life. Women KNOW, they just choose to ignore. Even after seeing a beating little HEART on a sonogram some women turn a blind eye to life.

God forgive our nation, for we are swimming in the blood of the innocent. Lord, change the hearts of those contemplating this evil deed and open their eyes to the miracle of life within them.