Christian Living, ProLife

Standing For Life in a Hostile World

I was told that I speak too much of life changing events.

When life happens, and tragedy knocks at your door, you need to persevere. When you do, your testimony is formed and you live to speak truth into a situation, into others, and to shine your faith.

I cannot pretend to not have lived through trying times over my years. One would not be human to say their life is of complete ease and fulfillment. Social media testifies to the misery that people live in through their comparison games, like-me selfies, and keyboard warrior-athons. They try to speak louder, spew the most hatred under the guise of straw man self-righteousness, and gain the most followers in the trendy movement of the week. Misery loves company and I will try not to take part in the masses jumping off the ledge into the pit of a dehumanized society.

I am continually scoffed at when I talk about my prolife stance. Are we shocked by this? Aren’t all prolifers scoffed at these days? It’s either that or blasted for being an overweight conservative, chauvinistic, white man. Funny, because I am not a man, and yet I stand in the crowd with other women, children, black and white, shouting for freedom from lies, pain, and murder. I stand declaring life, truth and love.

I am asked to stop talking about it by people I know, who were around when we went through this life changing experience. People who were there holding our hands now tell us it’s a moot point. Stop talking.

My story is this in a nutshell: pregnancy number one went awry. My water broke at 23 weeks after I was sick from strep two months prior. Not sure if the two went hand-in-hand, but I am sure it was a contributor. After a stay in the ICU for a night, many stress tests, and monitors galore, the Neo-Natal doctor came in and stood on a soapbox of lies.

“Your baby will die anyway.”

“Your marriage will be destroyed.”

“You will be depressed and never want to deal with life again.”

“Terminate to save yourselves from the stress of a baby whose brain will never work and will not live long.”

Death, lies, and scoffing, the doctor left. I shouted after him to never return, but he did. The next day he asked again and I told him that I never wanted to see him again. The child was alive, her feet fluttered inside of me, and she had a name. How could one just take a child out and throw her in the garbage.

Sixteen years ago this was a grand thing that happened. Disgust was thrown at the doctor and victory was given to me. I am not sure what others thought in private moments, but they made me out to be a champion to my face.

At 39 weeks my screaming, pink baby girl came into the world. At over 8 lbs, and full of perfect chub, she was alive. Bedrest, limited activity, and lots of love gave her a chance at life. Life won, love won, and the truth overtook the dire situation the doctor claimed for us.

Fast forward sixteen years and people would never champion me. They would blast me, gossip about me, lecture me, and maybe even turn their backs on me if this was my situation. People can kill their perfectly healthy full term babies for no reason in some places. Imagine if they got wind of your situation and you didn’t chose murder. The pressure  you would be under would be suffocating.

Then there’s the dark side to pregnancy. Violence should never beget violence. Why make the pain endure longer or permanently. Life is precious even though how it was created was out of hatred and pain.

Psalm 139:13-16 ESV 

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

No matter how that innocent life got there, the Lord takes care of her. He knows her name.

John 10:14-15

I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for the sheep.

My testimony is of life. Fearful tactics to facilitate the murder of my child only caused me to be an over comer. Fighting through special needs with my child wields hope.

My daughter had a name long before I knew it. It was there at the foundation of the world. The Lord has been holding on to her ever since creation circled the globe. She fought through life, and found peace in the Lord. She loves out loud, speaks truth, hides tidbits of all things in her amazing thoughts, and is setting out to be a world changer for the Lord’s kingdom.

I overcame. She overcame. We don’t buy into lies and no one can ever throw ad hominen fallacies our way and walk away with the satisfaction of being triumphic over our truths.. Facts and science are just that, and even more so, a Christian should understand Biblical truth above all else.

The best part is that in the end, God wins. He has already overcome the world and now we wait, standing firmly on the rock of our salvation.

John 16:33 

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”

And to see what murder of the unborn looks like, you can find videos from 1st to 3rd trimester abortions and the description of the procedure from a former abortion doctor at Live Action.




2 thoughts on “Standing For Life in a Hostile World

  1. It’s so sad to me that people see abortion as a form a birth control. The control needs to happen long before conception.

  2. Powerful testimony. I can’t believe how many doctors are so quick to encourage abortions when there are other options. Keep being bold!

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