The fight...

I have to admit there is one subject in my life that I don't budge on.. I know, we're suppossed to be tolerant, we're suppossed to be loving and forgiving.. but this one subject puts me to the test everytime.

The subject is abortion.

I'm so pro-life I should wear a t-shirt everyday that says TAKE MY HAND.. NOT MY LIFE just so people don't think this issue ever truly goes away.

So long story short... I have a close, dear, forever friend.. the kind you can't remember ever not knowing?.. ya know as far back as you have memories, they are in them.

We've been down this road before. She knows how I feel.

Pregnant at 38.. the dad won't be anywhere around and granted she's struggling already with the children she does have, and just making it financially as a single mom... I get the picture, and I love her.. so I do have sympathy.

It took days of conversation, making her look at the baby being a good thing.. not a horrible reminder of a bad decision... at one point, she actually said.. I get that you're a voice for the voiceless, but enough is enough I feel guilty as it is.. I haven't made my decision yet".... I had spoken every word in love.. I had even went as far as to tell her I only speak that honestly with her because I do love her and know her deep inside where she can't seem to find herself becaue of the stress and confusion. But I felt the holy spirit say, just send her a message and say I love you unconditionally and will always be here for you, just like God is for each of us... and I left it alone... and prayed with all my might... for over 24 hours I heard nothing.. got no messages, saw she was on the computer a few times sending messages to other friends of ours... but NOTHING for me... and I never go a single day without something from her.. in my heart I was scared that I had offended her.. had hurt her feelings with the truth.

The day the email came that said she chose to keep the baby, my heart about exploded. I in no way take credit for her decision.. I know the only way in the world she chose to have the baby was that God stepped in... he spoke to her himself... he opened her eyes to the good and made the bad go away even if only for a brief moment for her to see the beauty in the ashes... The exact prayer I had been praying..

I often wonder how loud the saints and the angels and God himself rejoyce when this hard decision is made....

Yet I also know how tenderly and lovingly they receive and welcome those little babies that don't get this chance at life...