With a cinnamon pumpkin candle burning and coffee still hot in my hand, I somehow found myself reading all the Tweets and articles celebrating "Shout Your Abortion."
My kiddos - all three of them - are running around wrestling, laughing, screaming, and getting on each other's nerves but right now, all I really want to do is grab them up and hug them tight. Lately they have all been pretty wild. Our oldest, 4 year old Nathan, has been testing authority and experimenting with his growing independence. Our second, 2 year old Selah, has been unusually whiny. And our 9 month old, Lily Eden, is cutting three teeth at once so fussiness has abounded!
Five years ago, when I saw two little pink lines for the first time, I was overjoyed. Three years ago, when I saw my SECOND set of pink lines, I was overjoyed all over again.
Then came a year and a half ago when, for the first time, I wasn't so overjoyed when the little stick that held my life's future immediately produced yet another set of pink lines.
For a moment - actually several moments - I was full of panic and dread. Being so adamantly pro-life and yet wanting to turn back time, I cried. Things were just becoming easy. What had been a rocky first year with our second child had only just become a somewhat smooth ride and I didn't want the boat rocked. Looking now into the face of my precious little baby girl, I cannot imagine life without her. I can't imagine, today, shouting an abortion story all because I didn't feel ready or didn't want more responsibility. If there is anything my unplanned pregnancy taught me, it is that God's plans are much, much better and far more beautiful than my own.
Selfishness has a way of creeping in and seizing the throne. At the heart of my dismay was selfishness. At the core of each #ShoutYourAbortion story and tweet is a selfish desire to be in control; to be the master and ruler of your own life and your own future. Tweets like these below all carry the same spirit of self-worship.
If ever get pregnant, I will have an abortion. I lay claim to my own life. That life will not include giving birth. #ShoutYourAbortion
I remember the first time I watched the little spot moving on the ultrasound monitor, then heard a strong, steady heartbeat fill the room - all before that little person was considered alive. I was in awe. I was humbled and moved to tears each and every time. This was life.
Whether you acknowledge its existence or not, whether you want it or not, whether it's convenient or not, it's still life. It may be something people choose to destroy and dispose of but that doesn't diminish its value or its purpose. Each and every life is something to be celebrated and cherished, not discarded like waste or sold for profit.
Jesus came for life. He came to give His own life so that He could impart that life to us. He said in John 10:10, The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
In the life of every true believer in Christ, you will find a resolve to defend the weak and the innocent. Jesus was about rescuing the lost, sacrificing for the helpless, and championing the defenseless. Our lives must yield the same fruit if we are to bear the name of God.
We now know what a #ShoutYourAbortion story looks like. Now, let me show you what a life yielded to Jesus and poured out for little ones looks like.
It's the discomfort and sickness of pregnancy OR
It's the heart wrenching, self-sacrificing care for foster kiddos and orphans.
It's lots of smelly diapers, blowouts, accidents, and changing sheets.
It's giggles way after bedtime.
It's messes in the kitchen....in the bathroom...in the living room....pretty much every room.
It's time spent training. Time spent loving. Time spent listening.
It's not much time for yourself.
It's a definite lack of sleep.
It's sticky kisses and sticky hands.
It's a little less money in the bank and a lot more love in your tank.
It's watching the world come alive.
It's meltdowns and tantrums.
It's calming fears and soothing tears.
It's seeing little eyes twinkle and little mouths smile.
It's becoming "the world" to a little human being.
It's story times and silly songs and learning every word of every animated movie by heart.
It's taxing on your body and your emotions and your mind.
It's exhausting. It's amazing. It's rewarding.
It's life. It can be something disregarded, wasted, or completely eliminated. Or it can be something protected, valued, and abundantly lived.
Choose Jesus. Choose Joy. Choose LIFE.
Deuteronomy 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live.