At 12:10 this morning, I received the news that “Jane” had aborted her baby. It is now after 9PM and I still find myself wishing that there was a way that she meant something else by “I took care of it.” Those words are chilling.
When I heard the news, I couldn’t speak so I started to write. I wrote things like, “I am numb yet I ache.” I asked, “How could she take this precious life when its fate was never rightly hers to decide?” The realization of what had been done made me ill…it still does. I was completely overwhelmed by the pain—pain for the child, pain for the mother knowing that this fatal decision will haunt her throughout her life. I tried to push from my mind the images of aborted babies that I had seen during my Crisis Pregnancy Counselor training.
Then I cried out to God with written words: “God, where are you in all of this? You are THE Savior, you are the God who saves, yet you did not intervene to save this life. You know your reasons… not I. My mortal vision fails me. Truly, your thoughts are higher than my thoughts and your ways higher than my ways. I trust that you are good. You never change.”
God began to comfort me and as He did the initial numbness faded a little. He impressed on my heart so strongly that this child was real, it lived a life…a very short but profound life. I know my life was deeply touched by this child–I will never be the same. This child was so small but the loss of its life was so great. Tears streamed down my face as I wrote, “This child’s life deserves to be recognized and mourned. “Jane’s” baby was no less real than I. This child cannot be forgotten–it is the face of the 42 million unborn children slain without a cause in our country.”
God also showed me that the prayers that we all prayed were not in vain. In this baby’s short life, it was not unloved. It had literally hundreds (if not thousands) of people seeking God on its behalf. In conversations with various people, I noticed that God had placed similar prayers on all of our hearts. One of the most common prayers was, “Oh God, let this baby feel loved.” If not for the faithful prayers of so many, this child would have lived its short life completely unloved by people on this earth. But such was not the case. My friend told me that every time she hugged “Jane” or she was around her, she prayed that the baby would sense her love.
As Caleb and I laid in bed at 3AM last night, dazed and hurting, Caleb said to me, “I feel like we lost our own child.” I identified with what he was said so deeply. We had sought God and offered wholeheartedly to adopt this baby if “Jane” would only carry it for the remaining seven months. I had envisioned myself with this child…a girl, I think. So many times during the unfolding of this situation, a little voice (not the “still small voice“) would ask me, “Are you sure you want to give your heart to this child? You don’t even know how this is going to end.” Then and more so now, I answer with a resounding “YES!” How could I withhold my heart and my prayers from a helpless, beautiful child whom God created just as He created my precious niece Zoe? I cannot. We cannot.
This child touched all of our hearts. We will never be the same …nor should we be.
As we mourn the tragic death of this baby and perhaps face the temptation to question God’s will in this situation, let us remember that the life we grieve was received with exuberant JOY in heaven. This child will never know pain or rejection or fear again. And some sweet day we will meet on the other side of eternity. Heaven never sounded so lovely…