Warning: This post contains an image that might be considered graphic, and once seen can never be unseen.
I wasn’t going to get into this, because it’s not the encouraging, uplifting thing I’m aiming for, but I just simply can’t not write about it. You’ve seen it. We’ve all seen it. It is all over social media no matter how hard supporters try to suppress it. And every time I read of another video released on the truth behind Planned Parenthood, I want to vomit. I want to close my eyes, hold my children close, hide somewhere safe and not come out until it is untrue. And in the same moment, I know it will never be undone so I fall on my knees and cry out to God to have mercy on us while we sell baby organs and limbs like used car parts on Craigslist, and also plead for Him to make it stop.
We are fortunate to live in a nation where we are free to form our own opinion about every issue under the sun, but that doesn’t keep us from being wrong. And on this issue, dear friend, if you side with Planned Parenthood – you are wrong. Dead wrong.
“But what about incest and rape?” you may say. But what about life?? Even in the extremely rare instances where the life of the mother is at stake, (this, beyond anything else would be the most gut-wrenching decision a family could ever have to make) I don’t know a mother out there who wouldn’t give up her life for her child without giving it a second thought. Though I’m sure they’re out there.
“Abortion only accounts for 3% of what Planned Parenthood does.” (The validity of this statistic is questionable considering they lie more often than they tell the truth.) Would you still call my brownies a good batch if “only 3%” contained cow manure? Doubtful.
So why do I care so much? And why am I so certain I am right (though I’d willingly admit to being wrong on many things)? Because I have the unique perspective of seeing and holding this tiny human being. This baby. My baby. My daughter. Eva Naomi. Because of God’s divine plan for my life in this fallen world, and the life of her little sister who would not be here had she been born (God graced us to conceive again before Eva was due), at only 15 weeks into my pregnancy, I found myself holding a very tiny person. (Another story for another time.) At 8 weeks, her heart was beating at 111 beats per minute, and at 13 weeks, 160. And it is unthinkable that it would have been completely legal (and likely, at least partially, insurance-funded) to have her life terminated in all 50 states at my whim. As you can see, she was clearly not just a clump of cells. In fact, she even had fingernails! Cells don’t have fingers let alone a need for fingernails. Don’t you dare look at my daughter, and others like her, and declare “not a person.”
While this is not a path I chose, and I am as certain that God is the one who took her from me as I am that He is the one who put her there in the first place (Psalm 71:6), if you have chosen abortion in the past, it is my heart’s cry for you to know that there is grace, peace, hope, and unending forgiveness in the arms of Jesus Christ. And you have nothing but empathy from me as I know first hand the continual ache of missing a child you never knew and thinking it strange that years later you still think of them daily, measuring time by their absence. In the aftermath, when all is said and done, it is only God who can heal your heart and make you whole again. Please run to Him.
Pray for the babies. Pray for the childless mothers. Pray for our nation.