Picture This . . .

Picture this: a woman is alone and takes a home pregnancy test in her bathroom. She anxiously awaits the test results with her heart pounding and palms sweaty. After three long minutes of hopeful waiting, her destiny becomes clear as she finds out she IS pregnant! Tears of joy stream down her face as flashes of her baby flood her thoughts and imprints of motherhood naturally take over her body penetrating through her soul. A life is growing inside of her! What a miracle! Although she is early in her first trimester, she has hopes and dreams for this unborn baby in her womb, a gift she had been patiently and hopefully longing for. She immediately makes the next available doctor’s appointment and heads to the engagement with loving delight. The minutes she waits to see or hear her baby cannot pass quickly enough. Finally, the doctor confirms through ultrasound that yes indeed, she is pregnant. Again, tears of blissful love and happiness roll down her face as she exclaims, “That’s my baby! My little angel! My blessing!” The doctor gently smiles and congratulates the new mommy and replies, “Yes, that is your baby!” The new mother is so fascinated by the spec on the screen which is her unborn child, she simply stares in amazement. Her baby is barely the size of a kidney bean, but it is her baby none-the-less. She leaves the appointment, picture in hand, glowing and proud of her newfound motherhood! Take a moment. Can you see her? Can you see this mother? Can you picture her engulfed in all the love and joy surrounding the news of this miracle growing inside of her; her unborn baby?

Now, picture this: The same woman; she is alone and takes a home pregnancy test in her bathroom. She anxiously awaits the test results with her heart pounding and palms sweaty. After three long minutes of unnerving torture, her destiny becomes frightfully clear. She IS pregnant. Tears of fear and sorrow stream down her face as flashes of her unsettling future floods her thoughts, and imprints of distress take over her body penetrating through her troubled soul. What a disaster! Hopes and dreams for her future are instantly shattered. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This surmounting pressure of motherhood is ultimately crushed by the overwhelming fear of bringing another life into this world. She is early enough in her first trimester that she hopes this problem can be fixed without too many side effects. She immediately makes the next available doctor’s appointment and heads to the medical facility heartbroken and numb. The minutes she waits in the cold office chair to confirm her agonizing fate cannot pass quickly enough. Finally, the doctor confirms through ultrasound that yes indeed, she is pregnant. Again, tears of unrelenting sorrow and regret roll down her face as she lay silent on the bitter, lifeless bed – feeling much like a corpse in a casket herself. Her face turned abruptly from the image of the blob of tissue on the ultrasound screen. While no words were spoken, her spirit cried out in anguish and tender emotion as mourning of motherhood began. She leaves the appointment, empty handed and empty hearted, sad and shameful of what she has done and what she will do. She needs a solution to her problem. She needs this to go away and go away quickly. Take a moment. Can you see her? Can you see this mother? Can you picture her enraptured in endless shame, guilt, and condemnation surrounding the news of this miracle growing inside of her; her unborn baby?

It is interesting and disturbing how we can justify our decisions based on our feelings and circumstances forming ignorant opinions evoked in action. As humans we think, we feel, we think, we feel. Feelings can change momentarily; they are not trustworthy or reliable. I know because I was both of these women. When it was convenient for me, I chose to believe that there was a baby growing inside me, but when times were challenging and the storm hit, I denied the sanctity of life and ultimately made the decision to end my baby’s life. When I had a brief inclination of keeping my baby and going forth with the pregnancy, I had no problem saying, “my baby” or “Mommy is hungry; time to feed the baby” or “I love you baby!” However, the mind is powerful and can be influenced by feelings, emotions, and false perceptions of reality. In the blink of an eye, I was able to shut off the humanity and dignity of not only myself, but also my unborn baby. I triggered a robotic mindless response including having severe lapse in judgment to the point of numbing denial. I went into autopilot. What baby? It is not a baby. I never referred to the growing life as baby after that decision to abort my child clicked into my subconscious. In a moment’s notice, my selfish indulgence turned life to death. The denial lasted for almost 20 years as I struggled to carry on with “life.”

While these two scenarios pose views on opposite ends of the spectrum, fortunately for us, we have a Creator who is steadfast and righteous in all ways. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). God does not change His mind based on His feelings, views, or thoughts. He is and always will be consistent. It wasn’t until I learned the truth that I could begin to deal with the tragedy of my decision. God’s truth is that I was carrying a baby in my womb. From the moment of conception, God was intimately involved in creating His masterpiece cell by precious cell. He was there forming my baby in secret, in my womb (Psalm 139:13-16). God’s word is enough; however, scientific evidence also supports life at conception. June Hunt, author of “Abortion: Not a Choice, but a Child,” declares a human being is “denned as a member of the species homo sapiens. Each individual human being has its own genetic code (DNA) that is singularly unique and established at the time of conception. The DNA of a human fetus is distinct not only from animals, fowl, and fish, but also from the mother’s DNA” (2009, p. 5). Both scientific and biblical evidence support life at conception. Once you know this information, you cannot deny it. What would it take for you to choose life?

If you were walking along a street and saw an innocent child being beaten or hurt by an adult, would you intervene? How much more innocent is a helpless unborn baby? No voice, no rights, no choice of his or her own – but a victim to choice. BE the voice. “Open your mouth for the speechless, in the cause of all who are appointed to die.
Open your mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy” (Proverbs 31:8-9). According to this scripture, we are to stand up and defend those who cannot defend themselves. Say NO to abortion. Feelings will come and go; trust in God, faith, and facts. After all the dust clears and the storm passes, you must live with your decisions. Make the right decision, choose life.

by Stephanie Kamanawa
Guest Blogger
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