Don't cry for me

It typically isn't good when the caller on the other end of the phone line is crying before you even say "hello."

This call was no exception to that rule. The young single mom called to ask for prayer. The day before, her 2 year old had a terrible accident and she was at the hospital with him. His condition was critical and the prognosis was grim. The next three days were a blur of emotions and ceaseless prayer as everyone was praying for a "Lazarus size" miracle for this little boy. I remembered this mom sharing her story about the difficult pregnancy she had with him. She was gravely ill and almost lost her own life. Medical personnel suggested she terminate the pregnancy due to their concern for her health. She said she just couldn't do that and continued the pregnancy despite the risks. Her son was born, and up until a few days ago, had been healthy.

Now he lay in intensive care. His tiny two year old body hooked up to more things than one can imagine. Constant care given by the medical personnel who skillfully watched over him. Every conversation with mom included her saying, "I'll never give up hope. I know God can do a miracle. I can't leave him. I can't bear the thought of leaving this hospital without him." She prayed and begged God to bring him back. She said "Take my legs, my arms, anything, just don't take him." Again, others witness the depth of her love for her son.

Test after test brought back more bad news. Occasionally there was a small sign that maybe he would come back to her. Hundreds, if not, thousands of people were praying for him all over the world. But it was not meant to be. Stopping in to visit her, and bring mom some items she needed, I expected it to be just like the other visits. But as I approached she said "he's gone". I held her as she cried. Then after a short while I left as "they" (nurses and doctors) were waiting for her. "There were so many things to be done."

I went down to the lobby and made a few calls. I sat in a lobby chair by the window and realized I didn't know what to do. Leaving somehow felt so final. So I just sat there and quietly cried for about an hour. On the drive home I thought about the emotions over the past three and half days. I silently worry if mom will make it through this. I can not even begin to imagine the depth of her grief.

As I drove I thought about all the people that had been praying for her little boy. Then I noticed a car in front of me with a bumper sticker that read: "Keep abortion legal". It was old and faded, revealing the fact that it had been on the car for a long time. I wondered if the owner of that bumper sticker would have been pulling for this two year old to make it or not. After all, his mom was young, single, and often had difficult struggles. Would that person had seen him as a burden? Having known this little boy his entire life, even when he was living in his mother's womb, I just can't imagine the world without him. Then or now.

And it was in that moment that I remembered having read that we average 3,600 abortions a day in the U.S.

I did the math. For the 3.5 days this precious little one had been in the hospital struggling to live; 12,600 other babies died before they even had a chance to be born. Watching this mom carry a grief that is unbearable for her son, I began to also cry for all those babies that died during the week through the hands of an abortionist. I wondered when and if their moms would one day grieve their loss. Some will. Some may not be able to deal with it and may fall victim to suicide. And what about a country that allows innocent lives to die without even a thought of who they might have been? 3,600 A DAY! Dead.

It seems to me that God has put governments and authorities in place to protect the people. All of them. Especially the weak and defenseless. Will God continue to bless a country or a government if that country/government will not even attempt to protect all its citizens? Or are we not citizens of this country if we have not moved a few inches down the birth canal yet? Do we not count because while in the womb we do not have a voice? Then when and where does that logic stop?

Think about this: if you sit down with a 5 year old, or a 10 year old for that matter, and explain to them how babies begin; how they grow in their mother's womb for 9 months before they are born. Then you tell that child that if the baby's mother wants to she can prevent the baby from ever being born. And you share with the child the process involved to make sure the baby is not born. (Most adults refuse to listen to exactly what has to be done during an abortion procedure.) That child will be horrified. They would not see the logic in what they just heard. Maybe because their isn't any. I don't want to downplay the difficult challenges there are in unplanned pregnancies, this post is not about that. No, I know that there are some who will read this who believe abortion should be legal. What I want to do with this is post is to challenge that notion. Why should it be legal?

Why should we ignore the fact of "what" is really in the womb? What are we teaching each new generation? That motherhood is disposable? That motherhood is not to be valued, well at least not all the time? That the person in the womb really isn't a person? Really? There is NO medical or scientific evidence to prove that. Wake up America. Please, before it's too late. Wake up America and research the abortion industry. Abortions range from $400 to $3,000. There are 1.2 million abortions a year. You do the math. (Side note: abortionists require payment in advance.) Follow the money and you will begin to see why so many want to ensure abortion on demand through the entire 9 months of pregnancy is protected, while life in the womb is NOT.

Stop talking to me about the rare and very sad cases of rape and incest. Stop talking to me about even rarer times when a woman's life is in danger. Stop talking to me about how you believe abortion should never be used as a form a birth control. Wake up America!!! Abortion is always birth control. The only thing abortion is designed to do is to prevent a live birth. That's it.

I will always remember the example that the mom above is to all of us. Moms are uniquely designed by their Creator to protect their children, at all costs. Moms are not meant to outlive them. I pray that I will never live longer than my children or my grandchildren. I pray that God will hold the heart of this mom who lost her son in the palm of His hands and walk closely with her as she walks in the valley of the death of her son. And I pray she will again someday find a reason to live.


Don't cry for me, I'm no longer here.
Cry for my mother who still needs me near.

Don't cry for me, I'm where angels fly.
Cry for my country, where so many babies die.

Don't cry for me, for I have been loved.
Cry for the ones that die unloved.

Don't cry for me, my death had no cost.
Cry for our land where motherhood's lost.

Don't cry for me, weep for the others.
Cry for their fathers, cry for their mothers.

Cry for a country where babies are discarded.
Cry that our laws will protect the downhearted.

And when the cryings all done then look to the Lord.
Ask, "what can I do?" and go change the world!


"For I created your inmost being;
I knit you together in your mother's womb." - GOD