How did my parents instill such profound love and respect for our biological parents within us as adopted children? My parents are ordinary people, just like you and me. They didn’t have all the answers, they didn’t have extensive educational backgrounds, they didn’t have much money. But trust me, that is more than okay, because what they did have, what they gave us and cultivated within us, was respect and love for God and others, which is what we needed more than anything.
Whether good intentioned or not, the truth is that words matter. As good natured ribbing as some of these statements may be, these words carry weight. Certainly, as a speaker and writer, I understand this full well and proceed accordingly as I craft my words, but, in my opinion, it’s the day to day conversations we have with people in which words have the greatest impact. Whether we are aware of it or not, the truth is that everyone we meet is facing something, and pregnancy and abortion are often one of those ‘somethings.’
I have found a wonderful devotion series online by Family Life, www.familylife.com, which addresses this very issue. Each week, I will be sharing my own thoughts with you, along with a new devotion from their series, in the hopes that helps you on the journey to acknowledging and accepting more for your life.
Last week, in the first step of accepting that there is more to your life, we looked at how you are not alone. Today’s devotion takes us on the next step of our journey in accepting more by focusing on how God sees and understands your pain. I know, I know…..when you are in that deep dark place of difficulty, pain or loss, you sometimes think that no one could ever understand what you are feeling. I felt such despair as a teenager when I found out the truth about surviving an abortion, and I can honestly say that no one but God brought me through that dark place, no matter how much I tried to distance myself from my pain, which distanced me from Him. Luckily for me, luckily for all of us, He never leaves our side, no matter how we try to run from Him. God sees our pain and He understands it. Jesus has experienced great pain and suffering, Himself.
Every pregnancy is different. At close to three months pregnant currently, I’ve been reflecting upon this quite often. Whereas my first pregnancy with Olivia was uncomplicated, my second pregnancy with our son, Gabriel, resulted in a miscarriage late in the first trimester. While my pregnancy with Gabriel resulted in a miscarriage, this third pregnancy has been void of complications thus far.
Yes, every pregnancy is different. While my pregnancy with Olivia left me reflecting on the miracle of life that I was experiencing and the pain that it caused me to realize that my own biological mother had experienced these same changes and developments and was still led to abort me, my experiences in the last five years of Olivia’s life now leave me to be reflecting upon something very different during this pregnancy—not how my birthmother could still abort me after experiencing all that she did during her pregnancy, but how terrible it must have been for her to experience all that she did in her pregnancy and then be forced against her will to abort me.
Many of you who follow my ministry have heard me mention this some in the past six months, and for those who are new to my story and life’s work, or for those
As originally posted on LifeNews on January 29, 2014 “There are other people who are haunted by abortion, too. Nurses and doctors.” No sooner had the woman in the crowd after a recent event quietly spoken these words to me, when the tears began to fall down her face. Without even saying another word, […]
As you have seen me mention in recent blog posts, there is more to life than what we can even imagine. There is more hope, more love, more joy, more peace, more purpose, more forgiveness than we can comprehend. No matter what you are going through, I know there is more in store for you, because I’ve seen it in my own life. Although I trust in His goodness, I’ll be honest. There are times when I’ve written something off for my life, because I’ve thought, “He has blessed me so much. Surely, He can’t bless me in this area, too.” And, of course, in true God-style, He then shows me that He can and He will bless me that much, much more than I ever imagined was possible. I want you to experience that same super-abundance of blessings from God by accepting that no matter what you have gone through, you are loved, you are forgiven, you can experience peace and joy, and there is hope. Through Him all of these good things flow. The question is, are you willing to accept that they are, or are you stuck in a place where you think that you are being punished, or you are unloved, unworthy, or forgotten?
I have found a wonderful devotion series online by Family Life, www.familylife.com, which addresses this very issue. Each week, I will be sharing my own thoughts with you, along with a new devotion from their series, in the hopes that it helps you on the journey to acknowledging and accepting more for your life. Today’s devotion focuses on the struggle so many face with feeling alone. The first step, in my opinion, to accepting that there is more for your life, is accepting that God has not forgotten you—you are not alone.
God is not only the Creator of life, but He is also the Author of life. The story of each of our lives was written long before we were created, and although sin and the consequences of sin in our world today often lead to man rewriting the story of life as it was originally written, God continues to write straight with even these crooked lines and He continues to write the story of our lives. Yet so many people in our world today don’t recognize or even want to accept the story of their life as He has written it. We want to erase a couple of sentences here or rewrite a few paragraphs there. We want to rip out a couple of pages or maybe a few chapters. The story of a life, however, is not meant to be a half-finished work or re-edited by man. All of the trials and tribulations, brokenness and restoration, sin and redemption, make up the story of our lives, which are beautiful as He has written them, if we just step back and look at the voluminous work of our lives as a whole.
The story of my life could have been a very short one on this Earth. “A child was conceived in love and killed in an abortion.” Sadly, this is similar to the story of fifty-six million children in the United States alone in the last 40 years of legalized abortion. Yet what man intends for evil, God intends for good, as Genesis 50:20 tells us. For the record, I don’t believe God originally wrote abortion into my life, as God is the Creator of life, but when it was introduced by man, or in my case, a woman, He rewrote the story of my life around it, wrapping my life up in His infinite glory and goodness, to create the story of a life that is more intricate, more beautiful, more redemptive, more grace-filled, than anything anyone else could have planned or written. God has taken the short sentence of a life that was written for me on earth and turned it into paragraph after paragraph, chapter after chapter, volume after volume.
There is more to life–more hope, more love, more joy, more peace, more forgiveness, more purpose, than we can even comprehend. This reality was made glaringly clear to me over this past year, as our family experienced a very blessed move, new employment for my husband, many exciting achievements for Olivia, and our pregnancy with our child due to be born this summer. But even more so, this reality was made transparent to me through the reconciliation that I’ve experienced with members of my biological mother’s family and through it, I learned more about the story of my life. Although I trusted in God that if it was His will for me to have more contact with them, it would happen in His time, truthfully, I had moved on from believing that it would ever happen. But there is so much more to life…..
You, my dear child, are one of the reasons why pro-lifers will soon be gathering in Washington for the March for Life, even though it will be a long time before you understand this. I look forward to the day when I can tell you the story of marches past, and how millions upon millions of people day in and day out, fought for lives like yours and mine.
Whether it’s in protest of the Roe vs. Wade decision, or in support of the defense of human life from the moment of conception until natural death, the reality is that many of us march because for us, the political is personal, and the personal is political.