Faith and Abortion: Is Abortion Murder?
Should I have waited until both my babies were dead inside of me and I was (likely) septic before I gave my doctors permission to intervene? Or did I make the right decision to abort my babies to save my life? By choosing the latter, did I murder my children?
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth. – Psalms, Chapter 40 When my husband and I envisioned this…
What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil. – Job, Chapter 3 Almost nine months after losing my two babies, I’m still looking for peace.
When Things Fall Apart
This is a post that I’ve been sitting on for a while. In it I discuss some of the theological questions I have been having since losing my baby girls, specifically, God’s role in pain and suffering. (Although to be honest, this is an issue that I have been wrestling with for several years.) Just…
This is the conclusion to a five-part series on the birth and loss of my baby girls, Summer and Malia. Follow these links for parts 1, 2, 3, and 4. Death. There are many people who say that it is part of life. We are born and then we die. This is the unfortunate reality of…