I am Pro-life.
That was how I started my Instagram story this morning. No explanation, no hashtags or giffs. Just the plain fact. I honestly got distracted with getting Maggie and myself all ready to go which, is no small task. But also, I didn’t think it needed anymore explaining than that. Kritter, ya darn fool!
I was inspired to post that short pro-life statement to my Instagram due to two things. The first was seeing countless friends and family post about either traveling to the March for Life in Washington D.C. or post in support of it. Which gave me some serious fomo tbh. And the second was a similar post from a fellow blogger, Kristin , who was able to lace in eloquence and wisdom in the content she chose to publish. She wrote a beautifully relatable post about how her first pregnancy was unplanned. She encourages people to reach out to her if they are feeling fearful and- well it’s just a dang good pro-life post so go read it. She reaches both sides of the argument, empathizing with those found pregnant outside of marriage and yet also supporting her cause of protecting the innocent. I’m sure that was Divinely inspired.
And then there’s me.. just a dope trying to get to Heaven and help others on my way. Guys it’s hard! Working for the Kingdom means being in constant mental prayer because what if you say the wrong thing, or don’t say enough! Cough cough, my initial post.
So this is my redemptive blog post, attempting to convey my point with the same grace and wisdom as Kristin did. And I’ll tell you right now I’m probably going to mess up in some way again but, alas! I try.
Okay lets start over shall we? I am pro-life. Yes, this is true and it will remain true, buuuut I figured I should explain a little more so bear with me..
“Date daaa doooo!!!!” Maggie screams as she runs as fast as her toddler body can take her towards one of her absolute favorite people in the whole world. Her Great Grandma Jo. Now if you’ve ever met my gramma jo, then you know she can be.. willful at best. For those of you that can’t relate let me paint you a picture. This is a 95-year-old woman who will argue till the cows come home, will refuse all help you attempt to give her and who is so gosh dang stubborn that she would rather spill her coffee all over herself and the floor than admit that a ceramic coffee mug cannot be balanced on the handle of a walker. Still can’t imagine it?? The woman wanted to balance this.. on the HANDLE of this…
Crazy right? Well that is just gramma jo for ya. She is sweet as all get out BUT she is a handful man. Love the lady, but she is accidentally hilarious while simultaneously being quite devious.
Okay so back to my point, so gramma jo is by far a favorite for Maggie and Lord knows why. It’s not like she gets down and dirty playing with Maggie, she doesn’t throw her up into the air or have fun games to interact with her. I mean for goodness sake the woman is 95 years old. But for whatever the reason is, Maggie adores her.
Now, to some, my gramma jo would be viewed as less valuable, less worthy, and overall undeserving of the same rights as others. Others who may be more physically fit, younger, and who can contribute to society in more ways than her. Her life would have a particular value placed on it due to her standings.
Next, take Maggie. Although she is the friggin light and love of my life- not everyone would agree. Some may deem her life as less valuable due to her current standings as well. Although her health is better than that of gramma jo, she is still very dependent on capable adults. I mean she can’t cook, clean or take care of any other people. She isn’t writing world-renowned novels or starting a successful business. She isn’t curing any diseases or solving ridiculously hard math problems. (And shoot neither am I!) She is just learning how to communicate her wants and needs with others. To some, that life is not as worthy. Again, a certain value would be placed on her life.
And then lastly, the child that is very much alive but who currently resides in maaa bellaaay. Now that child, he (or she we don’t know) is placed at the very bottom of the totem pole. He is given no rights at all. Not the right to the pursuit of happiness, not the right to vote, not the right to freedom of speech. Nothing. He is not even given the right to his own life.. That is, unless I decide he can have it. Know why? Because of his current residence in said, bellaaay.
So now, I get to choose if he lives or dies. Woah, that’s a friggin responsibility if I ever had one. So since he is inside my body for a very short 40 weeks, all of a sudden I get to choose if he lives or dies? If he gets the chance to experience the same joys, struggles, and graces that we all do? How in the world is that fair.
All three of those people have an equal value in the worth of their lives. All three of those people deserve the right to life. All three of them are children of God, as are you, dear reader. That’s why we can’t pick and choose who lives and who dies, we aren’t Him, we don’t get to make those decisions.
Sometimes, as a mother I think- yeah I created this life inside me, this little person. And in a way, of course I did. But nothing is without God. Nothing is possible without Him, including all life. It’s like, I am a trumpet. Without God, I just sit there as an unplayed trumpet, collecting dust in the corner. But when He steps into the picture, I am a blasting trumpet blaring beautiful noises all over the place. I can’t make that music without Him.
It is no coincidence that we are given the parents or children that we have. They are each gifts, gifts from a loving and freaking wise Father.
If you or someone you love has had an abortion, I am sorry. I’m not mad and I don’t hate you, of course not. I am just so so sorry for your loss. I am so sorry that you had so much pain and fear in your life that you felt like abortion was the only solution. I wish I could just hug you right now! I truly am sorrowful thinking of your pain. No abortion goes without pain. And please know, dear reader, that I will pray for you today, even if you don’t want it- ha! But honestly, if you or anyone you know needs help or feels afraid I would love to help in every way I can. Please reach out. You shouldn’t be going through so much hardship alone. And dude, being pregnant, no matter how that pregnancy came to be, is friggin hard so yeah, you’ll want some support lady! I would love to support you.
So all in all, I guess I’m back where I started..
Bottom line is, I am pro-life, and thank God your parents were too when they had you.
“How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.” ~Saint Mother Teresa