My Journey

How did I come to value the tiniest of human lives?

Well, it started early.

I remember my parents took us yearly to raise money and march in the Crisis Pregnancy Walkathons.

I remember at 6 or 7 walking around to our neighbors and asking for their support to "help save babies".

I remember my mom stopping me as I started angrily shouting at pro-abortion protesters and instead teaching me to pray for them.

I remember sitting in a cabin at a summer camp in junior high comforting a crying girl, 13 years old like myself. Her parents had forced her to have an abortion a couple months prior. They had told the clinic that she was mentally retarded so that they would ignore her cries to stop. I learned that day that not only is a small, innocent life tragically ended, but the mother's life is never the same again either.

I remember the elation I felt when I discovered one October day 5 years ago that we were pregnant with our first child. I instantly bonded with my baby.

I remember the unfathomable pain I felt when I lost that baby 5 years ago today.

This is where I have come from and why this issue is so important to me.

My sister posted on the current state of infanticide in our country. A friend of hers posted a link to Justin Taylors blog on this topic. If you are feeling apathetic on the issue of abortion (which sadly happens to all of us at times, I think), I highly recommend this jolt back to reality.