I've wrestled with writing this note for a while now and feel I have to get this off my chest. I've been called naive, narrow-minded, over simplistic in how I vote. But, there is one issue alone that directs my path.
As a mom of 6 children, 2 who were called home before I got to meet them, I know when life starts. One baby was lost just days after we found out I was pregnant. Even though the time was so short, I felt like a part of me was gone. I've held the lifeless yet perfect body of 16 week gestation little boy we named Daniel. I called him our honeymoon baby because he was conceived the day James got home from his last deployment. The anniversary of his due date approaches this November 17th. He would have been 1.
There are many things wrong with both parties, but only one gets it right in this area. I strongly believe the moral decline of our nation began here. We as a nation lost our respect for life, especially the most innocent of lives. I implore you to think about what truly is important when you vote. Is the economy more important that life? I say no. Is gun control more important than human life? No.
I'm sure I'm going to ruffle a lot of feathers with this note but I don't apologize for it.
I know teen mothers (and fathers) and their struggle, I know moms who gave their babies to a home they knew would love their "mistake," and I know moms who now have broken hearts because they were told their baby was just a piece of tissue.
If valuing innocent human life is naive, narrow-minded, over simplistic, then I am all of the above.
If you do comment, please be respectful.
Psalm 139: 13-18 (NIV)
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.