I have been silent about politics for the most part throughout this last year, but in the last few weeks as the biggest issue in my heart as been highlighted- I thought- I would humbly throw caution to the wind and share a few words.
Last week I watched as so many women gathered together to march for some amazing things…but it was all tainted by the sad news that pro-lifers were not welcome. For me, that ruined the entire gathering in my heart…as I’ve heard so many declaring inclusion and love and equal rights- yet simultaneously alienating a group who is literally fighting for LIFE.
I have been praying for the ending of abortion since my teenage years but seven years ago, when we were matched with our oldest son’s birth mom and I read her adoption application I was hit with the truest reality…she had considered abortion. When I look at my beautiful sweet son Josiah, tears immediately form every time I realize how easily he could have never been given a chance to live his full life. Even as I write this, my gut feels sick as I think about all the children we’ve lost in this country.
Before we adopted, I remember flippantly talking about the alternative of abortion…as if ‘just put your baby up for adoption’ was as easy as giving away unwanted clothing. But I was so so so wrong. I still have no idea the depths of how gut wrenching it was/is for our children’s birth moms, but I got to watch the heart breaking process up close and it is truly awful and beautiful at the same time. My belief is that it takes the strongest of women to choose life for their baby and give them up- birth moms are my heroes. They are the women who found themselves in an impossible situation but chose to put their unborn child first- the ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate choice.
In no way do I desire my words to shame women who have chosen abortion, because I am not your judge and I have no idea what you’ve been through. But, as I sit here in my kitchen and listen to the sounds of my three crazy wonderful children playing together, I can’t help but wonder how different my family would be had their mothers made a different choice. I have never been more grateful to anyone than my children’s first mothers.
So that’s why I’d march today- at the March for Life, every day, if I could. We have a long way to go before our country’s potential is realized…but this is a place where change can happen so tangibly. Supporting life could be such a simple ideal- you’re alive right now because a woman brought you into this world…each life is a gift. Find a single mom who chose to raise her kids and help her!! Give to a family who is preparing for adoption!! Help a family who is fostering children in their home!! Support agencies who support pregnant mothers!!
I could go on and on because there’s never enough words to convey my heart on this issue, but instead I will leave you with three pictures.
this is what pro-life looks like to me.
Josiah. Regan. Maya.