I was supposed to write and publish it yesterday.
But even today it took several minutes to even find a title.
Every year I think words will come more easily.
They never do.
Roe Vs. Wade.
January 22, 2014.
41 years later.
54.5 million abortions later.
I'm not going to beat around the bush, y'all. I am vehemently prolife. Frankly, no, it's not your body, your life, or your decision. God in His grace placed the gift of life in you, and it's your baby's body, your baby's life, and God's decision.
But let's clear up something else, too:
I don't hate you if you've had an abortion.
Like I said, I meant to write this yesterday.
As much as I am passionately pro-life, I shy away from January 22.
"Right to Life" day.
It's a humbling day where words don't come easily.
About 23 years ago, a 17 year old girl found out she was pregnant.
From what I understand, she considered abortion.
It would have been so easy for me to be part of the 54.5 million.
And yet, I'm sitting here writing this blog post.
Over the course of her pregnancy, my birth mother not only chose to carry me to term, but came to know the grace and freedom of Jesus, too.
The end of October 1991, I was born and then adopted by my wonderful parents.
Every January I think about how my life hung tenuously in that balance. And yet, miraculously, a terrified teenager chose 9 months of pregnancy.
A young couple was given a baby--a baby for which they had long prayed.
My life is neither mine, nor a right.
It's a gift.
God forgive me for the times when I forget that.
January 23, 2014.
A day to be thankful.
Adventure well; Live fully.