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As I hugged my children this morning, I
hugged them tighter and a little longer than I usually do on a busy
school morning. I held them longer for all the babies who will never
have the opportunity to have a mother hug them. I held them close in
honor of all the babies who will not be allowed to live over the next
four years.
You see, yesterday, over half the
voters in our beloved United States of America voted to put back into
office the most radical pro-abortion president we have ever had. A
president with one of the most prominent points of his democratic
platform being to provide abortion on demand right up until the time
of birth. A president who voted 4 times while in the Senate to
prevent babies who survived an abortion from receiving medical care.
He would rather they be discarded and left to die. How sad it is
that the people of our country care so little about a child’s life.
Some voters don’t know the
president’s extreme policy on abortion. That’s no excuse. If
they cared about life and preventing abortions, they could check his
policies and past voting records to find the truth. Some voters just
don’t care. They chose to vote for him despite knowing and
believing that abortion is wrong and simply turned a blind eye and a
deaf ear to the truth. Then of course there are those who actually
agree with his abortion agenda.
I’m not sure which of these three is
worse. I can say, however, to a baby that is being destroyed, it
doesn’t matter. To a child that has great potential but isn’t
allowed the decency of even being born, what difference does it make?
My heart is broken this morning. My heart breaks for all the
children across this land who are mere pawns in a political war.
Instead of being seen as innocent human beings with beating hearts
and sweet souls, they are seen as a plague to be rid of or trash to
be thrown out.
What a sad, sad day it is. So today,
despite my disappointment in the American people, I am more thankful
than ever for my children. I want to hold them and never let go.
I’m so thankful that my mother, a mother of 5, chose life. I am
thankful that abortion never entered her mind or mine. I am thankful
for all the women and men who work tirelessly, even now, to save the
lives of preborn children. We will have to work even harder now.
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure
justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and
helpless and see that they get justice. ” Proverbs 31:8,9
We will have to pray even more now that
God would move on the hearts of women to love their babies so much
that they will do whatever it takes to protect them and give them
life. That He will move on the hearts of lawmakers and judges to
protect the lives of unborn children. When my children ask me what
my “Pro-Life" T-shirt means, I simply tell them that I am for
life and I believe every child deserves the chance to live.
Do you?
