Going Where I Shouldn’t
A sweet friend of mine posted a link on Facebook last night.
Before I share it, I want to say that this friend is an amazing person, who does amazing things – like this.
Do we differ when it comes to our religion, or lack thereof?
But, she’s not one of those fake people parading around as a Christian. She’s the real deal. She doesn’t judge…only loves. Anyway, I’m saying this because I want you to be respectful and loving, no matter where you stand.
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This is such a sensitive subject, so I am going to do something I’m not used to doing and choose my words carefully.
I think most of you know that I’m one of those bleeding heart liberals. Some of you love me for that, others tolerate me, and a good number of people can’t stand me.
But, here and now, I am not coming from a political place. I’m coming from my mother-place.
A small excerpt from the article…
“She’s one of my best friends, and she’s an extraordinary person, full of love and compassion. She is also pro-abortion.”
I don’t know one single person that is pro-abortion. Nope, I’ve yet to meet anyone who is all, like, “Let’s go get our nails done and then swing by for an abortion. Woo-hoo! Best Friday EVER.”
Pro-choice and pro-abortion are two very different things. You know, with one of them being real, and the other being nonexistent and all.
Obviously, all abortions are beyond difficult, but since the article focuses on late-term abortions, that’s what I’ve chosen to focus on.
The data isn’t perfect, but the number of late term abortions, those performed past 24 weeks, done in the United States are estimated to be about 0.08%, or approximately 1,032 per year.
And, I can pretty much guarantee you that none of these were done hastily, or without tremendous heartache.
Some people believe that late-term abortions should be banned all together.
I am not one of those people.
And, yet, I am full of love and compassion, and certainly not pro-abortion.
Consider this hypothetical.
Let’s say I get really drunk and end up pregnant with a third child.
Things sail along smoothly for the first few months, and it’s not until my 24 week check that I receive the unbearable news.
If you have this baby, you will die.
So, I am given a choice.
To terminate or go through with something. Something that will end with my end.
If this were my first child, I‘d like to think I’d brave enough to give up my life for him or her.
But, in this hypothetical, it’s not my first, it’s my third.
I have two little boys at home, two and five years old. I am their world, and they would be lost without me. I would lay my life down for them.
Should I really be expected to pack up my hospital bags, kiss both my boys on the head, and say goodbye.
“Mommy, won’t be coming home again. Ever.”
But, some people could and would choose this because it’s what feels right to them – for whatever reason. Maybe they believe it’s what their God has planned for them?
Again, I am not one of those people.
I could never leave my kids.
I simply would not do it.
But, I wouldn’t dare judge someone who would. I wouldn’t dare condemn them for leaving their kids motherless.
And, here I sit, still full of love and compassion; still not pro-abortion.
While this situation may be hypothetical for me, it’s very real for others, and my heart breaks for them.
To be confronted with this kind of choice is enough to break anyone.
And, for them to bed judged, condemned, or shamed is, well, shameful.
*Please, please keep your comments respectful. It’s impossible to hear one another when everyone is yelling.