On Choosing Life
Let there be no mistake about it. I am absolutely, without a doubt, pro-life.
After the release of The Pregnancy Companion we were told by a high-profile Christian family ministry that they could not partner with us because “they did not share our views on abortion.” As you can imagine, this came as quite a surprise to us since we don’t address abortion in the book {after all, it is about pregnancy} besides mentioning that a D&C to remove a miscarried baby is in no way an abortion. It was frustrating, to say the least, that these Christian leaders did not engage us enough to understand our passionate hearts for babies and mamas – our whole motivation for creating these books and this community. Although I’ve always considered myself “pro-life”, I hadn’t thought much about my position on choosing life - even after this annoying accusation – until recently.
Last night I attended a memorial service that no one should ever have to bear. When my mother-in-law died from ALS at the age of 61, we said it was too soon, and it was. What do you say when a baby is taken before she ever graces the earth with her pure and precious soul? It’s too soon. A gross understatement.
As I sat and wept with my friends who said goodbye to their baby girl the day she was born into their arms, lifeless, I was amazed by their strength. This is a couple who I highly respect. Two people who are constantly giving to others, who carry joy within their daily lives no matter the circumstances and who are driven by their deep faith. Their journey over the past 4 months since they learned their unborn baby girl had Trisomy 13, has been inspirational. So focused on allowing their process to minister to others and ultimately bring glory to God, these two have amazed me.
Last night was no exception. In the midst of an extremely emotional service, they exemplified what it truly means to walk in faith.
As I’ve grieved with them over the past week I’ve been asking the Lord the typical why? and how could this be? questions. Thing is. . .I know the answer. I understand, albeit with shallow depth, that we live in a fallen world and these devastating circumstances are part of it. But I found myself crying out to him on their behalf, But they didn’t get to choose! As I uttered those words about choice, I believe he revealed to me that the same brokenness that takes away their choice, begs to offer another mother hers.
I wouldn’t dare try to turn my friends’ devastation into a political discussion. But I feel compelled to share with you this revelation. If you believe a woman should have the choice whether to keep or terminate her pregnancy then perhaps you are reading the wrong blog right now. We are a faith-based ministry and we believe in the sanctity of life from it’s very beginning. We believe that all life has a purpose beyond this earth and that God is the author of that purpose. Please do not attack this post trying to alter our beliefs. Simply move on and let the rest of us ponder in peace.
It required the same strength and faith in the midst of fear for my friends to choose joy and peace in their circumstances as it would take for a mother to choose life in the midst of an unwanted or feared pregnancy. I have been so broken by the fact that my friends didn’t get to choose life for their child and countless mothers do have the chance to choose life for their unborn babies every day. I realize that these mothers may be facing devastating or scary circumstances surrounding their pregnancy. I get that they may not have planned it. My friends didn’t plan their circumstances either. This precious couple also faced fear of the unknown, an incredible adjustment in their lives and a circumstance that was grossly outside of what they had dreamed.
I’m not trying to compare losing a child to contemplating an unplanned pregnancy as if they were identical situations. I’m merely processing the realization that brokenness takes on many forms. No matter what it looks like in our own lives, we all have a choice. The choice of life, for some, is very literal. For many it’s about choosing joy and hope in the midst of fear and grief. It’s about choosing to trust and walk peacefully down an unknown road knowing that we are not alone.
This sweet couple could easily be walking in bitterness. They could be angry and confused and without hope. They could have allowed this loss to bury them in grief. Instead, they are a testimony. They are living proof that God is near to the brokenhearted. I wish the same peace and closeness of Christ for anyone going through a loss like this or any loss for that matter. I pray the same strength would rise up in mothers who are facing the choice of whether or not to choose life for their child. Each and every circumstance is different {which is why I hate the politics that must surround the issue of life} but the truth remains. All of the strength and hope we need to make the right choices is available to us in Christ. And we are all one choice away from really living. Everyday.
The truth is. . .my friends did have a choice. And they chose life.

















