For those planning to be parents, the thoughts of pregnancy tests, ultrasounds, and the first OB appointment, are exciting and hold the untold joy and promise of embracing life.
For budding families, parenthood is a step on the path to fulfillment.
For those not planning to be parents, yet finding themselves to be, all of these things can be strange pieces of a world that is traveled in a fog. These things seem to signal an end, not a beginning. Perhaps an end to a college education, or an end to a relationship. This world is navigated with trepidation and uncertainty. Desperation can make the offer to "make this go away" sound very enticing to someone with few resources and little hope.
Today we prayed at the Planned Parenthood clinic in Wilmington, DE.
It was a busy morning in the death business.
As I was praying, the name of this organization just struck me as so ironic.
The young people were going into this place as parents, and going out "un-parents".
The other "reproductive services" are just as disingenuous. Contraception isn't about parenthood. It's about keeping parenthood at bay.
When you make an appointment at this clinic for a "service", you are not planning to become a parent.
The neighborhoods in which these clinics prey, are not places where the living is easy.
Margaret Sanger would be proud. Her seek and destroy mission lives on. The poor and the weak are being snuffed out by the millions.
Planned.
Today I also saw the first picture of the next precious person coming into our lives.
Today I saw a BABY in the womb of my own precious daughter. This baby is a miracle, a person, already known and loved by a Father in Heaven and now anxiously anticipated by a family that can't possibly know how much love and joy they will share in the years to come. That's Grace. That's embracing the greatest gift a human being can receive, another human being.
Planned. By the One who planned the Universe.
