Today is Sanctity of Human Life Sunday, and I am grateful to be able to unite with my church family and believers across the nation to pray for our country, and specifically, for the precious lives of the unborn. I am both heavy-hearted and reflective today. Three years ago today, I was honored to share the testimony of a dear friend of mine during our Sanctity of Human Life service. Her birth mom was encouraged to have an abortion rather than to bear the inconvenience and shame of an unplanned pregnancy, but by God’s grace, she chose LIFE. Her choice didn’t just impact her, it impacted the beautiful family that adopted my sweet friend, and countless others who have been blessed to know them. We are inexpressibly grateful – not only that she chose LIFE, but also that they boldly agreed to share their story in the hopes that it would impact others. Little did I know that story would be the catalyst the Lord used to start us on our own journey into foster care and adoption. Three years ago at this time, I found myself wondering if the agency through which my friend’s adoption took place still existed and as I began searching, I found information that ultimately changed our lives. Not only did we shift from inquiring about adoption to being passionate advocates for foster care, but we also experienced the great joys and heartaches of becoming foster parents and then adopting. It is absolutely mind-blowing to think through the events of the past three years and all the Lord has done. We are grateful.
When I think about the “sanctity” of human life, my mind goes a thousand directions from the cradle to the grave, but the thought that weighs most heavily on me is the many tears shed with and for friends who faced the dreaded loss of an unborn child. The grief that accompanies such a loss is one I have only observed and shared through empathy with friends, both near and far. The men and women who have walked through miscarriage and stillbirth can attest to the heartache and sorrow of losing a child.
I am, admittedly, an idealist. I wish I could fix every problem and heal every hurt, and I find myself deeply burdened by the pain of others. Most recently, I’ve been saddened by the great division in our nation. Seeing people I love on both sides of nearly every issue only intensifies the situation. On this day that marks the 44th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, however, I find myself baffled that SO MANY people are calling for “rights” to freely end the lives of precious babies. The only difference between these babies and the ones my friends grieve the loss of – is whether or not their parents wanted them. My friends miscarried babies, but people regularly abort “fetuses” of the same age. The loss of a heartbeat marked the end of life for the unborn babies of my friends, yet the start of a heartbeat somehow doesn’t signal life to a large percentage of our population. The contradiction is heartbreaking. The two perspectives, irreconcilable.
The sanctity of human life is the idea that all lives are valuable. Yours. Mine. EVERYONE. When did your value begin? What about the value of your children? Did it start the day you were born, the day you became independent and able to live on your own, the day you FELT valuable?
It began the moment you were created.