Mama’s Empty Nest: To Save a Life

Pregnant woman at a WIC clinic in Virginia (ve...

Pregnant woman at a WIC clinic in Virginia (vertically mirrored image). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Glancing at her mother, the teenaged girl hesitantly opened the medical clinic door. A smiling woman with a kind voice and demeanor greeted them warmly asking them to please take a seat.

“Someone will be right with you,” she promised.

“How had it come to this?” the girl wondered. When she slept with her boyfriend, he told her they were protected. “Yeah, right,” she thought. “He also told me he loved me and now he won’t even talk to me.”

She noticed her mother’s face was set in that determined way she always seemed to have lately. She knew her mom’s answer to the problem, but the girl didn’t want to think about that. Just then, someone appeared at the inner door and called her name.

They were shown to a lovely, welcoming room. The girl sat on one end of a comfortable couch while her mother occupied the other end. Another pleasant woman introduced herself as their consultant. She respectfully asked questions, assuring them that everything discussed was confidential. A nurse soon joined them and explained the next step, making sure she understood what to do. Glancing again at her scowling mother, the girl hurried to the restroom.

Soon the nurse returned and gently said, “Your test came back positive. It appears you are around 12 weeks pregnant.” The girl’s mother gave a loud sigh, lowered her head, and shook it from side to side. The girl knew what her mother wanted her to do for the sake of her future, have an abortion.

The nurse explained that an ultrasound, which could be performed right there, would ascertain a viable pregnancy. As the kind nurse explained what that entailed, the girl thought it sounded like a good idea. Surprised, she realized her mother nodded her head in agreement.

She was reclining on a table with her mother at her side. The nurse squeezed some cool gel onto her abdomen and moved a wand-like instrument over it. Staring at the flat screen TV mounted on the wall, the girl’s eyes widened as she saw a tiny head. Arms. Legs. All moving on the screen. And there…a beating heart! She heard her mother gasp out loud.

Turning her face toward her mom, she felt tears fill her eyes and was shocked to see a tear slide down her mother’s cheek. This wasn’t a blob of tissue like everyone said it was. This was a life! This was a baby. Her baby. Her mother’s grandchild.

Suddenly, her mother grabbed the girl’s hand and held it tightly. As the nurse with the caring eyes and calm voice explained what they were viewing, suddenly, the baby – her baby – turned a somersault. Both she and her mom laughed through their tears.

Later, they sat quietly each absorbed in their own thoughts when their consultant joined them. She was gentle, sympathetic, and nonjudgmental as she spoke about options. She explained how this place could help her if she decided to parent her child, but the decision was hers.

The girl looked her mother straight in the eye and declared, “I want to keep this baby, Mom.” And her mother nodded agreement as her face contorted with emotion.

The consultant offered her prenatal and parenting classes, emotional support, and physical help with baby clothing, diapers, and other necessities to welcome a new baby – all free of charge.

“If only..,” her mother thought. Then bursting into tears, she quietly said aloud, “If only I had found a caring place like this 22 years ago.”

The kind-hearted consultant turned to her with compassion evident on her face. “Did you have an abortion yourself?” she asked gently.

The mother silently nodded yes.

“Would you let us help you too?” the consultant replied.

As the two left the clinic that day, one life was saved and another was soon to be healed. The young woman would return to receive help she needed to become a parent. Her mother would attend abortion healing classes to finally find peace over a decision she had made so long ago.

One life saved. Two lives mended.

[A word from the author: This story is fictional yet stories like this actually happen each day in a Pregnancy Resource Center. Your donation to a non-profit life-affirming center helps save and mend lives. Would you like to help? You can donate to my local PRC’s annual Walk for Life by clicking here: http://www.razoo.com/story/Life-Choices-16]

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(Repost) Praise and Coffee Guest Post: Because The Details Will Never Spare Her

Photo Credit: Gail McNeeley

Prescott, AZ Praise and Coffee Speaker: April, 2011

Met: FBC Prescott

Featured in Praise and Coffee Magazine (October, 2011)

Door Prize: The Shelter of God’s Promises by Sheila Walsh

By Jamie Procknow

At sixteen years old, I was living on my own. The Illinois courts had granted me partial emancipation. I worked two jobs and still went to school full time. It was difficult to relate to my peers because other kids weren’t concerned with car payments or rent and all that went along with it. I looked for anyone who would help repair my brokenness. I was trying to figure out who I was, where I belonged and what I believed. I had very little foundation and no one to hold my actions and choices accountable. I based these solely on my feelings. On matters of great importance, I was fairly clueless. One thing I was taught in my childhood was Pro-Choice. It baffles me still how a child in the third grade could be ready for this subject. My mom was passionate about it. She constantly spoke of this with such fire; perhaps she would feel differently if she knew what I did not.

I was never told that it was a life, a little body, with arms, legs and a beating heart. No one explained that some of the procedures would commence by dismembering and severing and taking apart that body or by administering a poison that the little one would try to flee from. They didn’t tell me about the nerves that would have developed by the time I would be “eligible” to abort, and that the baby could actually feel pain. I was never told about the physical consequences to my body; that it would increase the odds of infertility and many other problems with my reproductive system. The baby’s death left an empty place in my heart forever. No one told explained about the emotional consequences.

I had no idea the ache wouldn’t heal with time. Her void left an emotional infection and it would get worse over the years, not better! Not all women who have aborted babies feel this way. I’ve had women tell me “I did what I HAD TO DO!” I feel this is a survival technique.  To realize that you are liable for ending an innocent life is a heavy burden. Adopting this attitude helps them cope.

My mom invested a lot in her conviction. All three of her daughters would abort a baby. From the perspective of a once lost and broken child who is now a parent I have conviction too; conviction to make certain that my children know the truth and that I be diligent in seeking truth! My mom didn’t just state a position once. She spoke it again and again about a WOMAN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE! It was effective. It’s here at the “Choice” where it gets hard! The very word “CHOICE,” implies the possibility and optimism where none exists and it is so instrumental in appealing to the masses who support abortion. My baby also might have liked to have a choice! I know several women who I am thankful didn’t make that choice. My mom would be missing out on the grandchildren whom she loves dearly! The fault lies solely with me. It was the worst choice I ever made to ignore the direction of the Holy Spirit within me!  I will never forget my abortion. I have spent years haunted by my so called “CHOICE”.

It was my big secret, except for the person who gave me a ride to the clinic. What would people think of me? Ugly adjectives and harsh judgments would dodge my steps. What if they asked about the father? How could I deliver a child? Would they be white or a mix of races? Who would even want to be around me? I didn’t even want to be around me. Also, I had finally just met a nice guy. He was trying to go about dating me the proper way. Would this mess it all up?! He’d drop me like a bad habit! My selfish reasons make me sick to my stomach now. I remember the people who tried to stop me as I went in and something inside me wanted to listen. Inside the clinic, I was handled coldly and abruptly. It still stings today. Of course, I felt that I deserved it all! Etched into my mind is the shock of having the doctor make a derogatory remark to me just before the procedure!

For many years when people heard of my different roles like foster/adopt mom, advocate, volunteer, etc. I would be given a lot of great feedback. It’s nice to hear complimentary things. Do you ever hear mean things in your head? Does someone say you look pretty and then you hear in your head, except that extra 15 pounds I’ve gained; or someone says, you have such a lovely family, and suddenly you think, They should have seen that fight my husband and I had last night; what do these people know?!  When someone says, Wow, it’s great that you give these children such a great home! Suddenly from out of nowhere I hear something not audible to anyone else, Yeah, they think you’re so nice. Did you tell them you are a murderer!?

At the time I was initially asked to speak on this at Parkside Church, I had just become the proud mother of what would be my first and only biological child. Joshua was my sixth pregnancy, but the only one living. As is the case for many women who abort I suffered many problems in the aftermath. I lost four other babies besides my aborted child and had many other reproductive health problems too. The doctors diminished all hope after my second ectopic pregnancy. They told me that my problems were too severe and I needed a full hysterectomy.

My procrastination turned into mercy and grace in the form of Joshua. God knows me so intimately! He knew the longing of my heart to produce a child whose heart would beat outside of my body and may perhaps have features I could identify as mine or my husbands. I had fallen into that awful trap of feeling that God was punishing me. This was one of the largest of my spiritual battles. God blessed me with yet another little miracle in Joshua, and all the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy would leave God’s fingerprints all over it!  I gave birth to Joshua only one year (almost to the date) before the possibility of conception would have been gone even more so than before because of the cancer that would be discovered in my ovaries.

As a result of this, I was able to look into the face of this little blessing that was ever by my side or in my lap as I began writing about this choice. Sobbing commenced as I wondered if my aborted child would look similar to Joshua. Would the baby have been a boy or girl? Would she know from her place in heaven how sorry I was and that I actually love her? How could I possibly destroy something so amazing?! How could I not have known? I looked down at him as I was nursing. What sin have I committed, what dysfunction in my life, or what self-centeredness, could possibly merit depriving the world of this life! There is no such thing!

Self examination can be a painful process. Looking through the lens of truth can be ugly.  Many don’t like to even enter into this process, but it is a critical piece if we desire growth. As I was engulfed in my reflection something strange happened, I realized that I had primarily regarded my baby as an infant. Suddenly, I understood how far away I was from that time in my life and only then realized that my child would have entered their teen years. I began to wander down a mental path of a life extinguished before it began and all the “what ifs” that came along with it! I sincerely understand that I am forgiven but just as it is with many other sins, there are consequences on earth.

A poster on a pro-choice site showed an egg in a frying pan, a silk worm, on oak tree nut, a sperm and egg that are just getting ready to become an embryo. It reads, “This is not a chicken, this is not a dress, this is not a tree and this is not a baby.” How clever and yet horribly misleading! The egg in the pan had not been fertilized; neither the dress nor the tree would ever have a beating heart; the egg and sperm have not come together yet. They wouldn’t want to show the fetus because it is human and takes that shape and form right away and has a heartbeat before a woman even realizes that she is pregnant. Just a slight twisting of truth and suddenly you have found justification to label murder as a procedure. They downplay it so drastically. Has anyone ever gone on YouTube to watch an abortion? My story can save you the trouble. I wonder how many pro-choice have seen it! We should be fully educated, especially when so many children are paying the price of their very lives, because we choose ignorance (sometimes, just so we can be comfortable). Isn’t ignorance nice? We choose it for abortion, world hunger, poverty, AIDS, elder and sometimes child abuse. What do we turn a blind eye to so we can sleep at night?

My foster daughter tells me that while she was pregnant, she felt the weight of people’s judgmental stares. Accountability is most effective when done in LOVE! All of us need grace, accountability and love. Again, this is why I urge you to be transparent and glorify the God who loves you and has forgiven your sins too! Embrace the teen mothers who are doing their best, encourage truth, and spare no detail. For a girl who goes through an abortion, the details WILL NEVER spare her.

If you would like to contribute to Community Pregnancy Center to help mothers with options and care, click here for details.

Abby Johnson, Former Planned Parenthood

As you know I have been trying to raise $1,000 for our local Community Pregnancy Center in Prescott, AZ. There are so many services our center offers so women don’t feel as if they have no options. Their ministry is dependent upon donations. If you would be so kind as to donate even $10 here you would participate in helping one of those pregnant mothers. I contacted Abby Johnson to ask for a guest post. She gave me permission to use her story to help raise money for CPC. I am also taking your stories. Now here’s from Abby:

Abby Johnson has always had a fierce determination to help women in need. It was this desire that both led Abby to a career with Planned Parenthood, our nation’s largest abortion provider, and caused her to flee the organization and become an outspoken advocate for the pro-life movement.

During her eight years with Planned Parenthood, Abby quickly rose in the organization’s ranks and became a clinic director. She was increasingly disturbed by what she witnessed. Abortion was a product Planned Parenthood was selling, not an unfortunate necessity that they fought to decrease. Still, Abby loved the women that entered her clinic and her fellow workers. Despite a growing unrest within her, she stayed on and strove to serve women in crisis.

All of that changed on September 26, 2009 when Abby was asked to assist with an ultrasound-guided abortion. She watched in horror as a 13 week baby fought, and ultimately lost, its life at the hand of the abortionist. At that moment, the full realization of what abortion was and what she had dedicated her life to washed over Abby and a dramatic transformation took place.

Desperate and confused, Abby sought help from a local pro-life group. She swore that she would begin to advocate for life in the womb and expose abortion for what it truly is.

Planned Parenthood did not take Abby’s exodus sitting down. They are fully aware that the workers who leave are their greatest threat. Instantly, they took action to silence Abby with a gag order and took her to court. The lawsuit was quickly seen as the sham it was and thrown out of court.

The media was, and continues to be, intensely interested in Abby’s story as well as her continued efforts to advocate for the unborn and help clinic workers escape the abortion industry. She is a frequently requested guest on Fox News and a variety of other shows and the author of the nationally best-selling book, Unplanned, which chronicles both her experiences within Planned Parenthood and her dramatic exit.

Today, Abby travels across the globe sharing her story, educating the public on pro-life issues, advocating for the unborn, and reaching out to abortion clinic staff who still work in the industry.  She is the Chief Research Strategist for Live Action Films, Senior Policy Advisor for American United for Life and works on projects for various pro-life organizations. Abby lives in Texas with her husband and precious daughter. She is grateful to God for her calling to speak for life and considers herself to be incredibly blessed.

Other Links From Abby’s Site:

Breaking News!

Operation Conversion: Dr. Daman Stutes

My Links for “Unplanned”:

My Review of the DVD “Unplanned”

My Fellowship Group Review of the DVD “Unplanned”


“I Would Have Had An Abortion Had I Known”

An article in the Christian Post illustrates where we are as a culture. In essence, this is what those parents are saying to their down-syndrome child:

“I should never have born you. You cost us so much money. I was tested to see if you were perfect. You know, not born that way—down-syndrome. The test was an error, only I didn’t find out until later. I would have aborted you had I known. I can’t love a child like you. You won’t be able to play like other cute little girls, or date like other teens, and we will have to take care of you for the rest of your life however long that will be. We can’t afford you.”

The couple who sued for “wrongful birth” did win the lawsuit and that seems to be fueling the conversation on infanticide. The favorable ruling for the parents might cause each doctor to be liable for tests that aren’t 100% accurate. What kind of culture are we that we treat our children this way? How can we have thoughts like this about an unborn child?

The couple got a couple of million. This ruling could have long range effects on society and on healthcare. Their words were thoughtless. Their actions cold.  I don’t understand people who look at their child and say, “would have had an abortion had the test been done properly and they had known about the Down syndrome.”

What Does a Mother Do If She Doesn’t Want Her Child?

The Down Syndrome Association of Central Flori...

The Down Syndrome Association of Central Florida's Step Up for Down Syndrome (Photo credit: ~Rich Johnson~)

Community Pregnancy Centers offer mothers alternatives like adoptions. Did you know there are “up to 36 couples waiting for every one baby placed for adoption?”—parents who long for a child, but can’t have one? The CPC also offers free pregnancy testing, counseling, ultrasounds, referral programs, post-abortive classes, and gives freely information about pregnancy symptoms, fetal development, abortion procedures, abortion risks, and pregnancy options. They also have an emergency help line (1-800-395-help). Last year, there were many pro-life movements happening in May all over the country. Tyndale began promoting Abby Johnson’s amazing story last year. This is your chance to make a difference.

In almost two months, I will be walking in Community Pregnancy Center’s Walk for Life to raise money. To help with this goal, I need your input. I need your stories. If you have experienced the front lines of the pro-life movement or an abortion or even considered an abortion, please email me at nikolehahn@thehahnhuntinglodge.com. This is a positive campaign to raise money for CPC. I’d like to gather enough guest posts to begin promoting this and raising money for it by mid to late April and go through May 12. On Sunday, May 13 I will post photos taken at the walk.

It is my hope that your words may encourage someone to contribute either to my link as a walker in Prescott, Arizona, or to their local pregnancy center. If you have a group walking or a blog that will also promote the Walk for Life, please let me know so I can get a guest post about it from you accompanied by a link to the site where people can contribute or volunteer.

What I Need and How to Contribute:

Donate to Community Pregnancy Center here under Nikole Hahn.

Or…

Submission Word Count: 750 words.

Photos or illustrations: g-rated, sent as separate attachment as a jpg.

Include: Bio and your photo, or you can be anonymous.

Ideas: Poetry, stories, guest posts on the pro-life front lines, reflections of what your baby would have been like today, and also am accepting childless parents to make their pleas via online to a prospective abortive mother in the form of a letter stating their pain at not being able to have a child in their life.

Email them in Open Office or Word Document format to nikolehahn@thehahnhuntinglodge.com.

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Praise and Coffee Guest Post: Because The Details Will Never Spare Her

Photo Credit: Gail McNeeley

Prescott, AZ Praise and Coffee Speaker: April, 2011

Met: FBC Prescott

Featured in Praise and Coffee Magazine (October, 2011)

Door Prize: The Shelter of God’s Promises by Sheila Walsh

By Jamie Procknow

At sixteen years old, I was living on my own. The Illinois courts had granted me partial emancipation. I worked two jobs and still went to school full time. It was difficult to relate to my peers because other kids weren’t concerned with car payments or rent and all that went along with it. I looked for anyone who would help repair my brokenness. I was trying to figure out who I was, where I belonged and what I believed. I had very little foundation and no one to hold my actions and choices accountable. I based these solely on my feelings. On matters of great importance, I was fairly clueless. One thing I was taught in my childhood was Pro-Choice. It baffles me still how a child in the third grade could be ready for this subject. My mom was passionate about it. She constantly spoke of this with such fire; perhaps she would feel differently if she knew what I did not.

I was never told that it was a life, a little body, with arms, legs and a beating heart. No one explained that some of the procedures would commence by dismembering and severing and taking apart that body or by administering a poison that the little one would try to flee from. They didn’t tell me about the nerves that would have developed by the time I would be “eligible” to abort, and that the baby could actually feel pain. I was never told about the physical consequences to my body; that it would increase the odds of infertility and many other problems with my reproductive system. The baby’s death left an empty place in my heart forever. No one told explained about the emotional consequences.

I had no idea the ache wouldn’t heal with time. Her void left an emotional infection and it would get worse over the years, not better! Not all women who have aborted babies feel this way. I’ve had women tell me “I did what I HAD TO DO!” I feel this is a survival technique.  To realize that you are liable for ending an innocent life is a heavy burden. Adopting this attitude helps them cope.

My mom invested a lot in her conviction. All three of her daughters would abort a baby. From the perspective of a once lost and broken child who is now a parent I have conviction too; conviction to make certain that my children know the truth and that I be diligent in seeking truth! My mom didn’t just state a position once. She spoke it again and again about a WOMAN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE! It was effective. It’s here at the “Choice” where it gets hard! The very word “CHOICE,” implies the possibility and optimism where none exists and it is so instrumental in appealing to the masses who support abortion. My baby also might have liked to have a choice! I know several women who I am thankful didn’t make that choice. My mom would be missing out on the grandchildren whom she loves dearly! The fault lies solely with me. It was the worst choice I ever made to ignore the direction of the Holy Spirit within me!  I will never forget my abortion. I have spent years haunted by my so called “CHOICE”.

It was my big secret, except for the person who gave me a ride to the clinic. What would people think of me? Ugly adjectives and harsh judgments would dodge my steps. What if they asked about the father? How could I deliver a child? Would they be white or a mix of races? Who would even want to be around me? I didn’t even want to be around me. Also, I had finally just met a nice guy. He was trying to go about dating me the proper way. Would this mess it all up?! He’d drop me like a bad habit! My selfish reasons make me sick to my stomach now. I remember the people who tried to stop me as I went in and something inside me wanted to listen. Inside the clinic, I was handled coldly and abruptly. It still stings today. Of course, I felt that I deserved it all! Etched into my mind is the shock of having the doctor make a derogatory remark to me just before the procedure!

For many years when people heard of my different roles like foster/adopt mom, advocate, volunteer, etc. I would be given a lot of great feedback. It’s nice to hear complimentary things. Do you ever hear mean things in your head? Does someone say you look pretty and then you hear in your head, except that extra 15 pounds I’ve gained; or someone says, you have such a lovely family, and suddenly you think, They should have seen that fight my husband and I had last night; what do these people know?!  When someone says, Wow, it’s great that you give these children such a great home! Suddenly from out of nowhere I hear something not audible to anyone else, Yeah, they think you’re so nice. Did you tell them you are a murderer!?

At the time I was initially asked to speak on this at Parkside Church, I had just become the proud mother of what would be my first and only biological child. Joshua was my sixth pregnancy, but the only one living. As is the case for many women who abort I suffered many problems in the aftermath. I lost four other babies besides my aborted child and had many other reproductive health problems too. The doctors diminished all hope after my second ectopic pregnancy. They told me that my problems were too severe and I needed a full hysterectomy.

My procrastination turned into mercy and grace in the form of Joshua. God knows me so intimately! He knew the longing of my heart to produce a child whose heart would beat outside of my body and may perhaps have features I could identify as mine or my husbands. I had fallen into that awful trap of feeling that God was punishing me. This was one of the largest of my spiritual battles. God blessed me with yet another little miracle in Joshua, and all the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy would leave God’s fingerprints all over it!  I gave birth to Joshua only one year (almost to the date) before the possibility of conception would have been gone even more so than before because of the cancer that would be discovered in my ovaries.

As a result of this, I was able to look into the face of this little blessing that was ever by my side or in my lap as I began writing about this choice. Sobbing commenced as I wondered if my aborted child would look similar to Joshua. Would the baby have been a boy or girl? Would she know from her place in heaven how sorry I was and that I actually love her? How could I possibly destroy something so amazing?! How could I not have known? I looked down at him as I was nursing. What sin have I committed, what dysfunction in my life, or what self-centeredness, could possibly merit depriving the world of this life! There is no such thing!

Self examination can be a painful process. Looking through the lens of truth can be ugly.  Many don’t like to even enter into this process, but it is a critical piece if we desire growth. As I was engulfed in my reflection something strange happened, I realized that I had primarily regarded my baby as an infant. Suddenly, I understood how far away I was from that time in my life and only then realized that my child would have entered their teen years. I began to wander down a mental path of a life extinguished before it began and all the “what ifs” that came along with it! I sincerely understand that I am forgiven but just as it is with many other sins, there are consequences on earth.

A poster on a pro-choice site showed an egg in a frying pan, a silk worm, on oak tree nut, a sperm and egg that are just getting ready to become an embryo. It reads, “This is not a chicken, this is not a dress, this is not a tree and this is not a baby.” How clever and yet horribly misleading! The egg in the pan had not been fertilized; neither the dress nor the tree would ever have a beating heart; the egg and sperm have not come together yet. They wouldn’t want to show the fetus because it is human and takes that shape and form right away and has a heartbeat before a woman even realizes that she is pregnant. Just a slight twisting of truth and suddenly you have found justification to label murder as a procedure. They downplay it so drastically. Has anyone ever gone on YouTube to watch an abortion? My story can save you the trouble. I wonder how many pro-choice have seen it! We should be fully educated, especially when so many children are paying the price of their very lives, because we choose ignorance (sometimes, just so we can be comfortable). Isn’t ignorance nice? We choose it for abortion, world hunger, poverty, AIDS, elder and sometimes child abuse. What do we turn a blind eye to so we can sleep at night?

My foster daughter tells me that while she was pregnant, she felt the weight of people’s judgmental stares. Accountability is most effective when done in LOVE! All of us need grace, accountability and love. Again, this is why I urge you to be transparent and glorify the God who loves you and has forgiven your sins too! Embrace the teen mothers who are doing their best, encourage truth, and spare no detail. For a girl who goes through an abortion, the details WILL NEVER spare her.

Update March 21, 2012: If you would like to contribute to Community Pregnancy Center to help mothers with options and care, click here for details.

The Winner of the Women of Faith Giveaway is: Lisa Notes! Congrats! She won this.

Guest Blog: All That I Wonder

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By Shyla Ernsberger

I never truly understood unconditional love until I got married, and again when I got pregnant. I never knew how difficult it was for God to watch his only son die until I started carrying a child in my womb. I can only imagine the fear and pain Mary felt just knowing that one day her precious baby would have to be put to death for not only her sins, but the sins of the whole world.

She spent nine months wondering what baby Jesus would look like, what his favorite activities would be, if he would like to sing or tell jokes. Nine months of dreaming about her precious baby, and knowing the whole time that his life here on this earth would be cut short because of God’s will. Nine months knowing that her baby boy would be sacrificed so that she and who-so-ever believed in Him could be saved. I imagine that life with her son Jesus was bittersweet. Her wanting to spend as much time with him as possible and making memories for her to hold onto before she could no longer make anymore memories… or hold him anymore..

There are days when wonder what my baby will be like? Will she have green eyes like her daddy and curly hair like I did when I was a child? Will she be strong willed and stubborn, or the peace maker? Is she going to be the next Joan of Ark or Tanya Harding? Will she have to lay down her life to save another? Could I handle that?

I don’t know if it is normal or not to keep asking myself all these questions. I do know my whole life is about to change. Everyday I can feel her move or kick, and I can’t help but dream about what she will be like. Sometimes I do think the worst. Other times it is just about playing with her on the floor. The one thing I can hold onto is this: God is in control, everything happens according to his plan, and God never gives you anything that is heavier than you can handle.

 

 

Shyla’s Bio:

“I am a soon do be mommy and married to the most amazing man on the whole planet!  I enjoy writing and love people from all different cultures.  Someday my husband and I are wanting to move to the Middle East where we will be missionaries to the lost, broken, and fallen.”

Click here to visit her website and view further writings.