Friday, October 3, 2014
It's a miracle
I have had a very bust few weeks and the future looks busier! On Wednesday of this week I got to go with Erica and Blake and the girls to Greensboro to a 4D Prenatal sonogram clinic. Blake's grandparents, who live in Wilmington, gave them a gift of a sonogram with a dvd and photos of their baby boy. As a special surprise Gary and Faye drove all the way from Wilmington to Greensboro to see their great-grandson on the big screen. That was just so sweet and so special of them! They are in their seventies and he is still recovering from bypass surgery a few months ago so this meant quite a bit to Blake and Erica. As we all sat in the sonogram room and watched the baby on a 54 inch screen we all just sat and watched him move around. Faye leaned over and said, "That is just a miracle we are watching." She was so right. Watching my grandson open and close his eyes, stick out his tongue, suck his little thumb was just miraculous. I could not help but think how in the world anyone could ever abort their baby. I am not trying to sounds harsh or judgmental or mean but I do believe with all my heart that every single woman who is considering abortion should watch her baby in 4D. It is so obvious that it is a real live life. You see the heart beating. The fingers waving. The hair floating in the amniotic fluid. Toes kicking. Eyes, ears, tiny lips just waiting for kisses. I know all the pro-choicers scream their agenda ... loudly. What about women who are raped? What about victims of other atrocities? Incest. Molestation. The pain in those offenses is overwhelming. But....it is a life. One that was knit in the womb of that woman by the very hands of God. Each tiny finger, toe, ear, leg....handcrafted by our heavenly Father. It is a life that has each day planned by God. I can't imagine the heartache and the pain a woman feels if she becomes a Christian or is already a believer and she chooses abortion then comes to the place of deep regret and sorrow and anguish over her choice. My friend Kelley told me she once counseled a girl who became a believer and thought that once she saw her baby in heaven...because they are there....it would hate her. She told her there is no hate in heaven. As a woman who has had two hard miscarriages I for one cannot wait to hold my children in heaven. To touch them, kiss them, hear them...finally. Each July and February i hold a private birthday party for the two babies I never got to hold in my heart. All these years later and I still grieve those children. I have no clue if they remain babies in heaven but I like to think so. I know many women who long to hold their baby....not their grown-up. Jesus loves children and I hold on to that hope that their are many children in heaven. Watching the miracle of my sweet grandson on that screen....was almost more than my heart could stand. I already love him to pieces. Piper said, "he's so cute!!" How precious was that. Just so you too can see...that miracle....that tiny life. Formed by the very hand of God. A miracle.