I just cannot get this – how my story related with abortion and planned parenthood out of my head – it both haunts and comforts me, and I think that the Lord wants me to share some of my story.
In the winter of 1985, soon after the holiday lights had been taken down and snowflakes were always hoped for, a young, college-aged man bent his knee and asked for her hand. She, a little bit younger than he, and a good bit prettier, said yes – they were going to be married!
In the middle of wedding planning, a second announcement had to be made. The blue eyed boy and the brown eyed girl went to the pastor, who also was his uncle, and confessed that soon a baby was coming.
The stars were whisked out of their eyes and back into the sky.
The wedding was moved to May – spring time, tulips and daffodils lined the stone church, and the two of them stood at the altar with the ground firmly under their feet. It was a beautiful day, not only because it was a wedding and weddings are beautiful days, but because the congregation that surrounded them, family and friends, affirmed their decision that to be sick with life was better than to live with regret.
One after another, a child was given by the Lord to the young married two, and soon, four littles crowded their laps and filled their hearts.
These children, held by their mamma and hugged by their daddy, knew that children are a blessing.
A bit after the fourth child was born, they found out they were pregnant with their fifth. Truth be told, it wasn’t joy at first discovery. They were sobered by life, and learning of this little put a heavy weight in their sobriety.
The – still young – momma read “Children are a gift from the LORD” Psalm 127:3 – and His Word spoke – this child too is a gift. that I AM has given you.
Carried until February, the little boy was born, and the family was complete.
Ten years from the time the couple sat inside the pastor’s vestibule and confessed their transgression, the Lord graced them with a fifth gift, a baby boy. .., their second boy, another boy.
Only the good Lord knows all of the hard times and heaviness these two lived through. Only the Lord knows how broke and broken they became. Only the good Lord know how hard they cried, how hard they worked, how much and how deeply they sacrificed for these five littles. And when the littlest guy was born, they were barely 30 years old.
Children are a heritage from the Lord. These children – now grown, most married, a couple with children of their own, are the best investment that those two young man and woman have done with their lives. The rewards from their labor is manifold; their crown is in heaven.
I am so, so humbled and so, so proud of my momma and daddy – they didn’t give up before they tried. They didn’t do the justifiable option and abort me when they were both too young and scared. And they didn’t abort my brother, Hayes, another boy, too sobered and scared.
They fought the good fight – they fought the fight of life, for life – and they are winning.
Life is worth fighting for – life is worth it. So, fight for it.