A few days ago I posted about the couple in Great Britain who was advised to abort their supposedly severely deformed baby in the womb. They decided not to follow their doctor’s advice and their healthy baby was born in due time. Hey, good call.
It is no secret to readers of this blog that I am totally pro-life. I have blogged several times about it, both regarding the issue itself and also the political and theological consequences of voting for candidates who are not pro-life. Let me paraphrase a saying,
“Friends of pre-born children don’t let their adult friends vote for pro-abortion candidates.”
I have stayed away from the personal side of this issue, lest someone thin, “Oh, that’s why he is pro-life.” No, the reason I am pro-life is because God is pro-life!
But, now the personal story. I have five children ranging from 25 down to 13. They are all precious gifts from God.
Back in the days when our children were born there was no abortion pill, a simply demonic invention. No, back in the old days of the 1980s and 1990s abortionists still had to use the old saline method to burn the baby to death. Or, they might insert a device which would tear the baby apart. If the pregnancy were too far along, a procedure was developed which would extract the baby’s head whereupon the head would be crushed and the contents were sucked out. O what a time.
So periodically after our first daughter was born in 1982, my wife was prescribed a medication for unusual menstrual bleeding. In late 1984 she was given more of this drug during a particularly difficult time. Later on she went to the OBGYN for a checkup (she was not feeling well) only to discover that she was pregnant. Great news!
But wait, apparently one of the side effects of the medication is that if the woman becomes pregnant, there is a high likelihood of severe deformity and heart defects in the unborn child. She had been prescribed the meds after becoming pregnant but nobody knew it!
The doctor explained the situation and recommended that we strongly considering “terminating the pregnancy.” Wow! Talk about good news/bad news.
We really did not have to pray about it. God is for life. That is so crystal clear. We would just have to trust Him and see what God had in store for us.
I can tell you that every day of the pregnancy was a faith day. It should be anyway, right? But hearing from the doc what the likely outcome was going to be, we had to trust Him day by day.
We are so thankful we trusted Him, by His grace alone.
Laura and her dad, October, 2006. We love you Bephie!
March 2, 2008 at 9:15 am
Love you, too!
March 4, 2008 at 12:55 am
I am the victim of rape (you can read my story on my blog) but I decided to keep my child because that is what she was a child and not a choice. She is 15 now, bugging me for a cell phone and acting like your typical teen my life would be incomplete without her.