At 8 weeks pregnant, I saw my baby on an ultrasound for the first time. He or she wasn’t moving much (I think joints come a little later) but I could make out tiny arms and a tiny heart, pumping visibly and signaling life. Glad tears streamed down my face – I was in awe.
The next time I saw signs of life was at 11 weeks when my husband and I actually heard the heartbeat. There really was another soul inside of me – a soul with eyes and ears and toes and thoughts – growing and moving and living. I was in awe again.
Just a week later I was given another sign of life: a tiny, tiny, almost imperceptible movement inside me – and completely apart from me. It was a touch so small it was almost not even there. But there was no denying I felt it. My baby kicked.
Yesterday I heard my baby’s heartbeat for the 2nd time, loud and strong and real. I was in awe once again. But this time I felt different. Along with my joy over my thriving child, I felt pangs of sadness for the hundreds and hundreds of tiny babies just my baby’s size who are aborted every day.
I’ve always been pro-life, always been horrified by abortion, always known it to be the greatest mass murder in history. As a teenager, my family and I joined several pro-life rallies and walks downtown Denver. I remember a few Saturday mornings going with friends to stand with pro-life signs outside a Planned Parenthood. That was pretty much the extent of my fight against abortion. I would occasionally pray for these unborn babies and their moms if the thought struck me, but since abortion was too painful to even think about and I didn’t really feel I could do anything to stop it, I sort of let the whole debaucle slide out of focus.
It wasn’t until I was pregnant with our first daughter that the issue of abortion really got to me. Feeling her kick, seeing her lips open and close in ultrasounds, giving birth… the reality of unborn life struck me and the horror of abortion was finally clear. And now, since the Center for Medical Progress posted their videos, it rightly and almost unbearably grieves me more than ever.
Every time I read about another one of Planned Parenthood’s insane acts of violence, I am reminded that God is waking pro-lifers from their slumber. He has used these videos to remind us of the horrors of abortion – horrors that are just a few blocks away. He has shown us a way to put a stop to this mass genocide. I pray that we will not give up this hard fight for truth and life until abortion is seen by all for the absolute insanity it really is.
“Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; forget not the afflicted. Why does the wicked renounce God and say in his heart, ‘You will not call to account’? But you do see, for you note mischief and vexation, that you may take it into your hands; to you the helpless commits himself; you have been the helper of the fatherless.” Ps. 10:12-14.