*Much can be said about the photo that is Displayed. Much can also be said about this Article I wish to *share* with you as well! JUST SO I AM CLEAR……I don’t support any cause when it comes to Abortion……it’s a Touchy Topic, and WAY above my pay-grade……
I myself have recently found comfort in an Explanation about this subject, as I have been spending about 2 hours an evening before I go to bed, reading the bible, now in the New Testament, and along with it, I’m using *Jon Courson’s commentary Guide* as I read.A light bulb went off as I read this Article, shared by a friend of mine on Google+, and it hit home!!Jon mentions at the end of a bible verse in the book of “Corinthians” that when a baby is happens to be aborted, since they have no ability to make choice’s or have thinking of right or wrong, those BABIES go straight to HEAVEN!
Praise the Lord, and what a comfort to know! I do know about the Years of Wondering if it may have been a boy or girl?, what they would have grown up to be?, and didn’t know better at the young age of 16 myself. All I knew was, I was in NO way ready to be a mother at that age.**
**IT IS WHY THIS STORY TOUCHED MY *SOUL*….:
A pink Volkswagen bus with hand painted peace signs painted all over it drove by and honked. “Sorry! We’re full!” someone shouted from the passenger window. I saw this was getting me nowhere so I crossed over to the other side of the freeway off-ramp, turned to face traffic and stopped, sticking my thumb out in the traditional hitchhiker’s stance.
The next morning, I took another taxi to the gynecologist’s office. At first he acted like I was overreacting to normal pain. After an examination, he discovered he had left a piece of my baby within me. I had a terrible infection. I told him I wanted a prescription for Percodan. “Isn’t that a little potent?” he asked? “It takes away the pain,” I answered, sighing. Moron. He seemed resigned as he wrote out the prescriptionI took another taxi home, too tired to try to hitch. I took two Percodan and sat in the orange Naugahyde chair in my parent’s apartment for the rest of the afternoon, experiencing what it felt like to be underwater but still breathing. I kind of liked it. I felt no pain. At least not the physical kind. Another kind of pain was waiting in the wings. When I lied to the doctor that day about my suicidal thoughts, it never occurred to me that in a few short years they would become my constant companions.”
“It is poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.”
– Mother Teresa Of Calcutta~~
I have never forgotten those few weeks and the decision I made back then, forty-two years ago. The other day I was with my grown daughter. I looked at her and in a flash I saw her as a baby, then a toddler, then a young child, a pre-teen, an adolescent, and then the beautiful young woman she has become, full of promise, giving so much to the world, to her family, and to my grandsons. I stood a little taller as I watched her.
I thought of her brothers, my sons. My children are the deepest, most profound blessings of my life. They give me my greatest joy. They are each different and unique, yet we share blood, genetics, and a sense of humor that just won’t quit. I thought of that one person that is missing from my family line. I often do. That baby from long ago who would now be A MAN…..
“I wondered about him, who he would have been, what he would have looked like, what his voice would have sounded like, and all the missed kisses and hugs between us. Yes, it would have been hard at the time. But who ever said life was supposed to be easy?”
**I’m just sayin’.**
**WHAT A Profound story!!….I AM forever *CHANGED*……AMEN….
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