I have been saddened this week by the State of New York passing a bill legalizing abortion all the way up to birth. The darkness of this decision is incomprehensible.
In Exodus chapter 1:15-2:10 is the story of the brave midwives who disobeyed Pharaoh and did not kill the baby boys of the Hebrews who paved the way for the birth of Moses. Pharaoh wanted the Israelite nation to decrease because he saw them as a threat. The state of New York has a whole different reason for murdering children- women’s rights.
The birth of a child should be a happy time of new life. And I am sure if you ask anyone who has lost a child around the time of birth they would explain the trauma they felt. Their trauma was because they were not thinking of just themselves but of this new life they were a part of creating. They were celebrating life.
Someone getting an abortion is usually overwhelmed by some circumstances and not thinking about the gift of a new life they have been entrusted with. Laws that encourage them to abort a baby to solve their dilemma are contributing to their demise. Women who have had abortions suffer a form of post traumatic stress disorder just like our veterans who have been in a war zone.
An abortion is an event that has no victor only victims. So if the state of New York actually wanted to help women they would work to outlaw abortion and provide services to those victims who have been wrongly served by society by being offered an abortion as a solution rather than helping them make the best of their situation.
It is difficult when you find yourself in a pregnancy before you have the means to take care of a child and/or before you are mentally ready to handle the situation. I know from experience that the season of struggle is worth the results of another person having a chance to live and love and grow up to become someone. I conceived my oldest son when I was young, naive and privately engaged to be married–we were waiting on the purchase of the engagement ring to make it public. I was in college and Bob was working but not earning much. Money was in short supply but our families helped with the essentials–it was a rough start but the little life inside of me made it all worth the tears and struggle to make it work.
Back then they had just come out with an expensive over the counter pregnancy test but I was too embarrassed to go to the pharmacy and try to find one, so I was told by a friend that Planned Parenthood could do a test. Scared and a bit embarrassed I went there and had the test and they gave me the results. I had my guard up because I knew this was the place were abortions happened. When they tried to counsel me I explained that I was getting married and did not need any further help. I never for a moment thought that I could just free myself from my situation by destroying the new life that was in me. And even after around 36 hours of labor, a c-section and nearly a year to get my strength back my little boy was worth the struggle. Now I am happy to say that he will celebrate his 40th birthday this year. He and his wife have said yes to life and have their own family now.
I can’t imagine what life would be like if I had said no to life back in 1979. I know for a fact I would not be the person I am today and I thank God for all the people who educated me on abortion in high school.
Join me in praying for those in our government that they would feel conviction to provide safety for the unborn. Enjoy your week and I will be back next week with more.