What makes any of us deserve to live? Yet what makes any of us not? As soon as we were conceived, even before God knew us. Just read Psalm 139 if you do not believe that. God knew me before my mom and dad were even born. Some statistic says that one-third of my generation has been aborted, denied the right to life. Whether that statistic is actually true or not, I couldn’t tell you, but just think about if it was.
Our workforce would be almost one-third bigger. Social security might not be such a mess if we had that many more people paying into it. But besides that, Maybe I’d have another friend. Some say that we might have aborted the child that would have grown up to find the cure for cancer. I say, why me? Why wasn’t I one of those that has been aborted? My heart hurts when I think about the babies that have been aborted.
Within my extended family I know of a baby that was aborted, and I know of others. Mothers who have to live with themselves. Yet, why do I live, if so many others have to die? Why?
I live to tell their story. I live to be their advocate. I live for them. I live to learn how to comfort and grieve with their mothers. I live to tell their mothers of God’s forgiveness, of His love, of His mercy, and of His strength to continue on. I will live, and I will not be silent except to listen to their mothers. I will live for them.