Sweat poured down my back as I stood in front of the Planned Parenthood clinic holding a sign that said, “Children are a gift!” with a picture of a fetus coming out of a box in pretty wrapping. Some people honked their horns and gave us a thumbs-up sign. Other people gave us the finger. When anybody would pass us on the sidewalk, we would attempt to hand them a pro-life brochure. Most folks would accept them, while some proudly refused. This was our way of peacefully protesting the abortion, and closely-related contraception, business.
It all started after I viewed pictures of aborted fetuses online. Tiny blackened bodies tormented until they died by stinging, excruciating saline solutions. Bloodied appendages tossed together in trash bags. Decapitated, precious baby heads with beautiful yet blank unseeing eyes. I hated it with my whole being. I wept for an hour, my body trembling uncontrollably. I couldn’t speak a word to my husband, who sat there with me; I could only cry out, screaming my anguish. How could we let this happen?
The only thing I knew to do was what I mentioned earlier: I asked someone else to join me in peaceful protest. I donated items I no longer needed to the Community Pregnancy Center. I also decided that the mindset of death and rejection of children would not rule in my own heart; I, and my husband, chose to give full control of our family planning over to God.
Sometimes I feel guilty that I’m not doing more (I am no longer protesting on the sidewalk because of family-related responsibilities which interfered, and because that particular clinic closed its doors–praise God!). But then I always come back to this thought: if we were to live our lives in obedience to God’s Word individually, our actions would impact the whole of society collectively. We cannot ask society to do what we ourselves are unwilling to do. We cannot ask them to stop killing their children when we are unwilling to birth our own. Change must begin with us.
So I plunge on. It is hard to mother six children sometimes. Today they fought and argued like they’d all lost their minds. Selfish, foolish, uncontrolled. I must ask God for wisdom. I must be a good mother. And I must not give up. And whenever He asks me to nurture another, I must be His willing servant.
14 But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”