My husband's birth mother was a mere child of 14 when she conceived him.
"Children having children" doesn't even begin to express what I feel
when I think about what that must have been like. N and I have talked
several times, especially since our son was born, about how grateful we
are that she chose to let him live...
... to bring him into this world...
accept that he was a gift and not an "inconvenience"...
... that her choices
had made him part of her life story.
I'm also immensely thankful for his grandparents, who made sure that his birth mom knew that she had options, that she didn't have to desperately turn to strangers in a clinic.
Tears burn my eyes and my
heart physically aches when I consider what might have been...
And all the
potential husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, siblings, friends who have
never had the chance to bless and be blessed, to love and be loved on
"Life is literally a gift -- precisely because the Giver wasn't required to give the gift at all."
All those thoughts and feelings spinning and reeling in my head and heart since I read about Gosnell ... once again, she put it into poignant words, words I could not say.
Immensely grateful today for love and Love, which conquers all.
"If the God you believe in as an idea doesn’t start showing up in what happens to you in your own life, you have as much cause for concern as if the God you don’t believe in as an idea does start showing up. It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling." ~ Frederick Buechner