This article was first published HERE. #prolife
We were told that he was “not compatible with life” and we should “terminate the pregnancy”. But I nearly shouted NO in response to every person who suggested we murder our 5th child.
I shocked the nurse when I said that killing him because “he may not survive or may be born with medical conditions” would be like killing our oldest daughter, Abigail because she was(is) disabled.
His life was as precious to us as Abigail’s …each of them were fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God. Whether they lived 1 moment or a million, they each had a purpose to fulfill, ordained by God.
They told me my health/life was at risk if I chose to carry him. But I knew my life was in God’s hands, as was Elijah’s.
I felt him in my womb from 12weeks on and I carried him til 25weeks when he was born alive.
His heart beat for 88 minutes outside of my womb and he was worth every bit of “risk” I took to deliver him intact …
He was perfectly imperfect … like me and every human I know.
In fact, I didn’t risk or fight nearly enough and for that, I will forever regret. But, God in His wisdom knew how Elijah’s life and death would impact – not just me – but many people.
God knew how my son’s 25weeks of life would make LIFE even more precious to us. And that his life was no less important than mine or my Abigail’s (now) 12 years of life – she is her father’s joy, my sunshine, a BLESSING to all who meet her!
My story doesn’t end with doctors being wrong, our son being misdiagnosed and surviving …
However, my story – and that of my children – continues as proof that ALL humans ARE “compatible with life” from the moment of conception until the moment of death …
And another human choosing to end that life at ANY point in between is called murder. And that’s why I’m #prolife.
…the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. Job 1:21
Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Psalm 150:6
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.