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National Sanctity of Life Week – Day 2

Published January 27, 2015 in God , Uncategorized - 0 Comments

As the young mother-to-be walked into the medical clinic for another checkup, the receptionist noticed she looked way too young to have a child on the way. She had to be, what, 15, 16 at most?  1 This girl had her whole life ahead of her. It was tragic that she would have the responsibility of a child soon.

The young mother returned the paperwork to the receptionist, and she shook her head in disgust. She had it right, a teenager and with child. She could have been anything, even the first female president, but instead she will be another young unwed teenage mother. No doubt she’s scared, and it would be very hard to vocalize what she’d come there to do. The receptionist quickly scribbled some text in the reason for visit blank. She didn’t need to ask, and she wouldn’t acknowledge her action. She was sure the young girl would be thankful when it was all over.

She led the young girl to the room. She cast a quick, loving, knowing look before putting the file in the door and closing it behind her. Moments later she heard the nurses at work, preparing the room for the procedure. The receptionist smiled, satisfied she’d saved another life.

Just then a scream erupts from the room and the girl storms out in her gown demanding the doctor. Her anger rages as she yells at the staff to find the doctor. She screams that she was not there for an abortion, she is married and working full time while finishing school. She was only at the clinic for affordable health care during her pregnancy.

This tragedy was narrowly avoided by my mother while pregnant with me. I did take some artistic license with the story, but she was in a room at a clinic being prepped for an abortion and was there just to get a checkup. I’m don’t believe she screamed or yelled, but I thank God every day she spoke up when she did.

Psalm 139:13-16 ESV

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.   My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

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