For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God | Ephesians 2:8 NIV
|—||Mark Batterson ‘All In’|
"You might not want to fight in war, but don’t you long for a man who will fight for you?
…you see, It’s not just that a man needs a battle to fight. He needs someone to fight for.
The desires of a mans heart and the desires of a woman’s heart were at least meant to fit beautifully together. A woman in the presence of a good man, a real man, loves being a woman. His strengths allows her feminine heart to flourish. His pursuit draws out her beauty. And a man in the presence of a real woman loves being a man. Her beauty arouses him to play the man, it draws out his strength. She inspires him to be a hero.”
—Captivating by John and Stasi Eldridge
When I first read this post, I thought I would just delete it like the rest. I know your intentions were to cause me suffering, and if causing me suffering means you win, then I guess you have. To be honest, lying in this hospital bed, it is young women like you that I think about the most.
I was once like you. I was once told that aborting my children was the answer to my life. I was once told that my boyfriend too would have to drop out of the University he attended, and I wouldn’t be able to attend the following year after I graduated from High School. The funny thing was, because of my son, my ex-boyfriend and I qualified for several grants and scholarships. In fact, I’m one of the few people I know that was able to go to school without taking out student loans. Which is probably why I’m a home owner at 26.
I was once like you. “Its a clump of cells,” they told me. “Its a parasite,” they said. When scientifically speaking, that’s inaccurate. It is a fetus, or an unborn human being. I know a human becomes easier to kill once you label it something else. This is called dehumanization. You don’t need to dehumanize the unborn human being, you can just call it what it is; you aborted an underdeveloped human being.
As I look into my sons eyes, I don’t see a parasite, or a clump of cells. I see a brown haired, fair skin, goofy 8 year old human being. I see a human being with the exact same body as the one they called a parasite when it was in my womb. His body grows a little more every year, and every year he gets stronger. “Mom, let me help you with that.” he says, as I struggle to carry bags into the house. “Mom, wait, I’ll get it for you,” he says, as he jumps in front of me to reach for the door to open it. His body is more developed, that’s for sure, but it it the same as it was when it was tiny and growing inside me.
I was once like you. “It will ruin your life,” they said. “You’re a child yourself”, they said. That’s the strangest. As I lie in this hospital bed, at risk of death, I have no fear. I am 26 years old, and have absolutely nothing more that I could ask for to make me happier. If keeping my son ruined my life, then why do I have everything I want? Why am I so content with my short life, if it was ruined the day he was born? The love and happiness I have experienced in my short life, is enough to feel fulfilled, complete. My life is beautiful, and my children were the ones that made it that way.
When I cry, my children burry their heads on my chest, wipe my tears with their tiny fingers. When I smile, they run to me, wrap their arms around me, lean back and giggle. What have they destroyed in my life besides all that was bitter, hateful and selfish? Besides all those awful parts of me they peeled away with their tenderness, and gentleness.
I’m sorry that when you terminated your pregnancy, you felt nothing, and I’m afraid that is where we are different. I couldn’t bring myself to dehumanize the tiny human being inside my body, even though it was under developed, dependent and inconvenient. I felt. And I’m the one who feels for you now. I can feel the loss for your unborn human being.
I know you assume I think I’m “better then you”. But it’s exactly the opposite. As I lay here in this bed, ready to give my life for the child inside of me right now, it isn’t just because its my child. It’s because it is a human being. I am willing to die for an underdeveloped, dependent and inconvenient human being, because that human is my equal. You are my equal, your child is my equal, and I don’t have it in me to view my life as more valuable then anyone else’s. I can’t use any reason to take an innocent human being, dehumanize it, and place it under me. And I don’t want to.
I’m sorry that people like me make you sick, but I think if you really new me, you wouldn’t feel that way. Maybe if you knew me, you could see that my life is beautiful and wonderful just like yours, and just like every human being. I believe that your life is precious, and you were made for more love then you comprehend, and I’m so sorry you can’t see the value of life.
Life is precious. It is a divine right, it is so precious that I would be willing to die if that is the cost for another to live.
Months from now, I hope that you read this and I’m living with my new beautiful child, in my modest house, with the rest of my family, but if I’m not, I want you to remember that it made me happy to risk my life for another human being, and I would gladly do it even for someone who was sickened by me; I would even do it for you.
Life is invaluable.
Wow, what an amazing response. Almost don’t even know what to say. Crazy strong woman.
My sleeve is complete// Done by: Ryan at Defiance Tattoos in Kent, OH
//What does it mean?
The clipper ship in a storm at sea is the top and on the inside it has Phil Wickham lyrics from ‘Sailing on a Ship’ -“With every storm I face, I find a greater grace that pulls me deeper into Your heart.” (which I actually got emailed by Phil Wickham the correct lyrics to make sure, which is awesome.) It represents every storm that I go through, I will continue to keep my faith in The Lord (Also the storm in Matthew, He calms our storms!) It also represents my journey and that The Lord has placed a calling on my life, so I trust where I’m going.
The lower is all musically based and that is the calling on my life. I was made a worshipper & musician and will always be. It has Anberlin’s lyrics “Laugh, love, live free and sing. When life is in discord, praise Ye The Lord.” Which also goes back to the top part in trusting God and still praising him through discord.
The roses (which I have as a half sleeve on my other arm as well) represent beauty and that no matter what has been told to me in my past, I am a daughter of the Most High.
If you haven’t heard my cover of Our Father by Bethel, you can take a listen here! Reblog and such if you’d like! Thanks!
this is how you dad
This can’t be real life.
Oh. my. gosh. This is how my future family will be.
"Do not rejoice against me, O my enemy, for though I fall, I will rise again! When I sit in darkness, the Lord himself will be my Light." (Micah 7:8)
Holy warriors for God never quit. Every warrior experiences setbacks and challenges, but the fact that God is on their side means that nothing on earth can hold them down. With God’s strength and support, you can become an unstoppable holy warrior who is victorious in every spiritual battle. That’s because when it comes to warriors, failure is never the final ending. God has guaranteed victory for those who live right in His name. Today, will you refuse to lose to the enemy? Will you rise up and reach a whole new level of abundant living? Live victoriously today; that’s what God has called you to do!