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Friday, September 18, 2015

Living in a theme park world


I recently wrote a letter to a friend in which I continued a conversation we had been having about raising children. This friend has children very close in age to my own children and so we often find ourselves comparing notes and discussing things that pertain to child raising. There were so many different aspects to that conversation but what stood out to me as I was writing it was the explanation I gave my friend for the difference in how I raised my oldest based on all the things I do now.

You see when my oldest was little, starting at age two, we had passes to a large theme park every year. Not only that but we took her to very large theme parks that we had to travel for days to get to. When we weren’t going to theme parks we were taking her to carnivals and fairs. We took her to restaurants with large play areas for the simple purpose of letting her have fun. We took her to kid’s festivities. Basically…if it looked fun for a child, we did it.

Oh, how things have changed. I no longer see those amusement parks as the best way to have fun. They’re still fun, and I’m not opposed to them in general, but now I see them differently. I find more fun in a day spent doing something simple, enjoying the Lord’s creation, spending time with my family.

The trouble is…my daughter was very much a product of the theme park lifestyle she was given as a young child. She loved our trips to the theme parks, looked forward to the next one, asked to go again…and again…and again. It was much like a merry go round where the ride never stopped.

And the child that so loved the theme parks…had a hard time enjoying a day at home. When doing something of a simpler nature if asked if she was having fun the answer was always no. She had been conditioned nearly from birth to love the fast paced, exciting fun of the theme park and it showed.

It still shows.

That child, who isn’t a child anymore, loves big cities. She can’t find enjoyment in the woods, in the country. She finds no enjoyment in animals. Watching the stars just to see them in the night sky holds no fascination for her.

She is the product of having lived in a theme park world.

The trouble is…so is everyone else. There is a television show I enjoy watching occasionally. It was made in the 1970’s and is set in the 1800’s. As life unfolds for the people in that show you see them doing the mundane, the everyday…at least it was the everyday things for them…they worked hard and found pleasure in simple entertainment. In the episodes where a carnival, circus or other big entertainment happened you can see their excitement and amazement in what was before them. But for them those times were few and far between. Of course that is television, not real life, but the comparisons can still be made. In the show you can see how the children would try and do the things they had seen and done at those exciting times long after the entertainment had left town.

I see those same behaviors in my own children after they’ve seen or done something exciting. I hear it in their voices as they remember. I see it in the light in their eyes as they talk about it. I see it in their play as they act it out.

The trouble is too many of the people today have grown up in a theme park world.

Too many people today can’t take joy in the simple pleasures because they’ve been programmed by a theme park world from birth. Walk through any toy store and see how many toys you find that require batteries. Too many to count.

Narrow your search a little and stay in the infant toys. You should be safe there…right? I mean what kind of battery operated gadget could a baby possibly need? One trip through the baby section paints what should be a horror story. Not only are there battery operated toys for babies but the list of ‘must have’ items, most of which take batteries or electricity, for babies is enough to boggle the mind.

And it gets worse. Some of those toys and must have items are actually designed to put a tablet in so that the baby is entertained by what is basically a computer.

These aren’t the types of things I’ve ever wanted for my children so I’m not sure exactly what’s out there but I’m going to assume that somewhere out there is a gadget to put a tablet into the baby’s crib. If not then there’s a baby toy that’s made to appear to be a tablet for a baby that goes in the crib. At least I assume there is.

I recently saw something that said today’s children are being shortchanged the child given right to play outside by the electronic world they live in. Simply put today’s children don’t find the pleasures in the natural world that children of times past did because there’s too much ready-made enjoyment to be found in the latest electronic gadget.

And parents are instilling that in their children from birth.

When a baby is raised in an electronic world they learn to enjoy that life and find little or no enjoyment in things that don’t offer instant entertainment.

When I was a girl I remember hearing people talk about how letting kids watch TV was a bad thing because it was unrealistic. They talked of how thirty minute TV shows taught children to expect quick fixes to even the biggest problems.

I saw something not all that long ago that said depression is now an epidemic. I find myself asking why that is. When, exactly, did depression become a problem? Has it always been there, with or without the name of depression to label it, or is it a modern day problem? Is it something that the human heart, the human mind, has always been prone to? Or is it the result of raising children in a world that teaches instant gratification and quick fixes to big problems?

My husband and I recently visited a cemetery with graves that dated as far back as the early 1800’s, possibly the 1700’s…some were too old to make out all the writing on them. I have this strange enjoyment of visiting old cemeteries. It’s an enjoyment my husband shares. It isn’t the kind of entertainment, instant gratification, fun of today. For me it’s being able to look at those headstones, to imagine the people buried there, to think of what their lives were like.

And to hurt for them.

In that cemetery we saw numerous graves for young children and babies. In some places there were many children from the same family buried side by side. To walk through that cemetery, or any old cemetery, it appears that children in times past were very fragile. Their lives were ended while they were still young. Even the adults…so many of them died in their twenties, thirties, and forties. In fact forty-something seemed to just about be old age for the people in the 1800’s based on the graves in that cemetery.

Age, it seemed, was a detriment to the people of times past and it wasn’t because they had grown old enough to enter into what we now see as fragile years. It was simply that being young made them fragile. What caused the deaths of all those young people…who knows? But their lives were ended during a time when our society today would say they were too young.

Today our young people are just as fragile only now it’s in a different way. We no longer fear plagues and outbreaks of illnesses that can and did kill hundreds of people. It isn’t that we aren’t suseptable to those things today…the outbreak of Ebola last year confirmed that…but that today we have what we consider to be modern medicine.

The thing is we still have outbreaks of things, epidemics that take our young people as sure as cholera and other dreaded diseases took them in past eras. According to what I read on depression…our young people are being lost to the dark void of depression in record numbers. So much so that it’s now an epidemic and they don’t expect it to get better.

Once again I must ask…Why? When did this ‘epidemic’ start? Has it always been there or is it a product of our modern times? Did children that were raised seeing true pain and depravation fall prey to the darkness of their own emotions in times when a family might lose every child they had to influenza? Did children that grew up moving from state to state, fearing Indian attacks and outlaws, walking for hundreds of miles…did they suffer from depression when something went bad in their young adult years? Did children that went hungry because their family had little food and less money grow up to feel depressed?

Or is depression and ‘epidemic’ of our own making? Did we set the stage to create depression in our children by giving them everything they wanted? Did we set the stage for depression by raising them in the nicest house we could afford? Did we set the stage by putting them in every kind of class or lesson their heart desired? Did we set it by giving them big excitement? By providing them with the instant entertainment of television, movies, and computers?

I often think of the times my friend has told me she would have liked to live when people had the Lord and not much else. I think, too, of the times most people cry out to God. By their own admissions it’s often when things get so bad they can’t face them alone. Then they want the Lord to come make it all better.

And that brings me back to thinking of how our world has turned into what amounts to a theme park. Go into any decent sized town and entertainment abounds…movie theaters, malls, shopping centers, museums, parks with fancy playgrounds, skating rinks…and the list goes on. Without ever stepping foot in a real theme park we can live in one every day. Instant entertainment and instant gratification are the norm. And our lives, including the fragile emotions of our children and young people, show it.

Because we are living in a theme park world.

When I was in my teens and twenties I heard often about men and boys that suffered from what was called ‘Peter Pan syndrom’. Now that wasn’t a true disorder, it wasn’t medically diagnosed, wasn’t seen as some kind of disease. But it was all too real. Girls spoke of it often. Back then it was well understood that girls matured faster than boys. It was a good part of the reason most girls were only interested in older boys and men. Even if those boys and young men were growing up, maturing, they weren’t doing so at the rate the girls were.

Then there were the ones that suffered from ‘Peter Pan syndrom’ they had fallen prey to ‘I don’t want to grow up’. This was seen in boys and men only. I never heard of any female being labeled with that particular syndrome.

Today…a good part of the people in our society have it.

Children suffer from it.

Adults suffer from it.

But the worst…parents suffer from it.

And our world suffers for it. We live in a nation of people that have been raised on having all their problems fixed or wiped away with the ease of loosing themselves in video games, movies, and music. They can live on the edge by riding a roller coaster, jumping off a platform or out of an airplane.

Poof! Their problems are gone.

Until they show up in all their ugly details. And when they do….too many people aren’t equipped to handle them. Because they’ve been insulated from the bad. They’ve had all there problems fixed with little or no effort on their part. Their problems have been erased with the huge magic eraser of entertainment.

Because we live in a theme park world.

It’s expected. It’s understood. It’s unspoken. It simply is the way things are. All our problems can be erased by finding something to consume our thoughts and our time. Whatever your method of entertainment…it can be found. Whatever you need to get your thoughts off real life…it can be delivered to your door.

Because we live in a theme park world.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Protecting them


I’ve spent every year of my parenting experience doing the best I can to protect my children from the bad in this world. There were things I didn’t realize were bad early in my parenting days and there were things that I saw as bad that may not have been as bad as I thought they were at the time. Like most parents I did the best I could at each stage of raising each of my children.

Recently I’ve had some conversations with my teenage daughter that has made me wonder if all the protecting was as good as I thought it was. Don’t get me wrong…I don’t regret keeping them safe from the evils of this world, whether those evils were in real life or entertainment.

In the Christian homeschool world there are many different ideas of the right way to raise and educate children. Among ‘Christian’ families there seems to be two big differences though. There are those that believe in protecting their children from everything and those that believe in exposing their children to everything and then discussing those exposures. I always fell into the ‘protect them at all costs’ side.

There’s just something to be said for protecting the innocence of children. I’m not talking about innocence in the Lord’s eyes, that doesn’t exist, I’m talking about innocent to so many of the world’s ways. There are so many evils in this world that they must deal with in one capacity or another eventually, it just seems best to delay that as long as possible.

The trouble with that plan only recently became apparent to me. I still think it’s a good plan, a good idea. Our children need to be protected from all manner of evil. The trouble is…evil lives within their hearts. Sooner or later the desire to fulfill their own interests and longings will rear its head. Not only that but they will one day have to navigate this world on their own. For some children that day comes sooner than it does for others.

As much as I have protected my children from things I didn’t want them exposed to I soon discovered that the world encroached whether I wanted it to or not. Although I must admit that some of that encroachment was my own fault.

My daughters took a liking to fancy, very expensive, jeans after I took them to a ‘church’ building where that kind of jeans were the popular thing…everyone from babies to elderly women were wearing them. Was it any wonder my children wanted them?

The thing I struggle with now is where is the line between our beliefs and their desires? We can’t know ahead of time how something will affect them. I’m strong enough in my faith to be exposed to anything and walk away with my faith intact. I may have scars from what I saw or experienced but my faith will stand fast no matter what I’m exposed to. My children don’t have that.

The faith they have is superficial. It’s a head knowledge, a vocalization. It isn’t soul deep, it doesn’t consume their heart and mind.

And so they are like a leaf blowing in the wind. They may know what kind of leaf they are but what’s to stop them from landing in the pond instead of the yard? What’s to keep them from blowing into the manure pile instead of landing on the porch?

Without the complete and total faith that comes with regeneration…their faith can only keep them so safe. Their hearts long for something they don’t have and so they search for something to fill that longing. It may be hobbies, it may be the entertainment industry, it may even be ‘church’ but the reality is…

Unless Christ fills that void the longing will remain.

Something will consume them whether it’s Christ or things of the world.

I once spoke with someone that told me we can make our children believe what we want them too. This person’s oldest child was seven years old. My oldest was in the teen years. I tried explaining that we can’t force our children to believe. This person didn’t agree. I switched tactics, told them we can make them share our beliefs when they’re little but sooner or latter they must believe on their own. That seemed to sink in but only so far. I truly think that person believed that if we just force our children to believe as we do that we can make them share that belief.

No.

All we can do is make them express belief with their mouths. True belief is from the Lord and He’s the only One that can make them believe.

By the same token we can’t make them hate the sins of this world. All we can do is lay the foundation for telling them that those sins are wrong, why they’re wrong. Then sooner or later we have to get out of the way to let them experience the pain of the world for themselves.

Protecting them can only be taken so far.

No matter how much we may want to spend their lives keeping them from the evil of this world. And keeping the evil far away from them.

I think often of the 1800’s and how life was like in those days. I have a friend that has told me many times of how much she likes the 1800’s. She thinks of the simplicity of that time, of how they lived without all the distractions we live with, of how they were freer to focus on Christ. I can see what she means when she speaks of those times but for me when I think of that time period what I think of is how many of the evils were kept in check. Of how much of society didn’t accept the evil that people in our time accept. Of how nice it would be to be able to walk through town without seeing the majority of everyone’s bodies. Of how nice it would be not to hear so many bad words. Of how nice it would be to see a time when wickedness wasn’t given quite so much freedom.

I know the evil of men’s hearts was there even as it was restrained. I know that awful things happened in those days too. But I also know it was reined in at least a little.

And now…as I continue to have conversations with my teenage daughter…as I continue to see not only our lives but the world through her eyes. I am forced to ask myself how much protecting we can do.

As I grow a tiny baby within my body…I prepare a teenage daughter for the world.

As I think of the innocence this baby has of all the world’s ways…I must wonder if I have given my daughter the tools to face the world.

It’s a fine line that must be walked between keeping the evils from them and preparing them to one day live in those evils.

Have I walked that line?

Or did I fall off one side or the other?

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Babies then and now


Babies have shown up in my life in a big way this past year. In 12 months my sister told me she was pregnant, a friend became pregnant, two of my daughters became pregnant, and I became pregnant. Unfortunately we lost four of those five babies. Of the five of us only my sister was able to carry her baby to term and have it. Within a couple of months of the birth of my niece the same four of us that had so recently lost babies were once again expecting. First it was a new grandbaby on the way, then my friends baby, then my own, and now another grandbaby.

Never before have I had so many babies in my family. Added to the four that are now on the way…because the friend that is expecting is more sister than friend I count her baby as family…I also have my niece, a two year old nephew, and a one year old grandson.

Babies…babies…everywhere.

Blessings abound.

Lord willing, by this time next year (between the five of us women that have brought, or are bringing, babies into my family) we will have two four year olds, a three year old, a two year old, a one year old and four babies under 12 months old. And that’s not counting the children we have that are already over the age of five.

My teenage daughter just told me that she doesn’t count children over the age of two as babies so…let’s narrow the field a little bit. In my family we will have six babies aged two and under. Five of those babies will, Lord willing, be born within a 12 month time span.

All of those babies will be born to a different mother. We all have different ideas on how to raise babies. Some of us are just starting our parenting journey while others of us are far into it. As I think of each of us…all family…all of different families…that will, Lord willing be bringing babies into the world over the next nine months, I think of the differences in our likes and dislikes, the differences in what we will be acquiring for those babies.

I recently wrote about what a trip through the baby section in a store is like (Living in a theme park world). I wrote of the electronic toys that abound and how many babies are being raised on them.

Now as I think of the babies about to be born into my life, as I think of the toddlers that are already here, I think too of the differences in the toys that each child has. I think of the toddlers that are regularly handed their parents phones, of the two year old nephew I’m told can work his dad’s video game system, of the babies and toddlers that will be handed electronic toys and of the ones that will have no battery operated toy.

And I think of history. I think of the stories my mother told of when she was preparing for her babies, of the stories my grandmother told of when she prepared for hers, and I think further back then that.

 Thinking back what life would have been like in the 1800’s…I draw off what I know of that time, and what I imagine life was like based on what I know, to form an idea of what it would have been like to prepare for a baby in that time. If a couple in those days made a list of what they needed for their baby-to-be…what would that list have looked like?

Diapers

Gowns

Hat

Booties/stockings

Quilts

cradle

To make that list I consulted with my teenage daughter and after much thought that was the extent of what we could come up with. The cradle was something I even hesitated to put on there because it most likely wasn’t seen as a necessity. A crate, drawer, or basket would have worked just as well.

Now that was a list for someone who most likely struggled with money. Someone that had plenty of money probably added things like baby rattles, bonnets, spoons…and who knew what else.

If a family had some money but not a lot it’s possible that they might have added things like diaper pins and some sort of ointment or powder to the list. There might have been a few other items.

But when I look at the above list I’m forced to admit it isn’t realistic. It may have been a realistic list for what they needed but it wouldn’t have been realistic for what they were shopping for. Diapers wouldn’t have made a shopping list…diaper material would have. Gowns wouldn’t have made a shopping list…material to make the gowns would have. Quilts wouldn’t have made the shopping list…they would have searched their material scraps for enough to make a quilt.

There was no running to the store, filling a cart, and handing over money to buy the things they needed…things that were ready to use for baby.

Their lists would have been short and would have required a lot of work to acquire the necessary items.

A list from my grandmothers childbearing days may well have looked like this…

Diapers (these would have been cloth 99% of the time. Disposables existed but were expensive and considered an unnecessary expense.)

Diaper pins

Diaper box (a place to store the babies diapers)

Gowns/dresses (even boys wore dresses)

Diaper shirts (something along the lines of a button down shirt but usually without sleeves)

Hats

Bibs

Blankets/quilts

Baby powder

Bottles

Crib/cradle/bed

Possibly some sort of baby seat

Internet searches for baby necessities of the 1950’s turned up nothing useful so I made this list based on the things my grandmother talked of using with her babies. There may have been other items on a new mothers list of needs in those days or there may have been less. I really don’t know but must assume that then, like now, the list would have been made up of the items the new mother most needed/wanted and would have reflected her financial situation. If she was having a baby shower she may have added items she wanted but didn’t necessarily need.

Today…a list for baby-to-be is much, much different.

First off the list of things a new mother needs, or thinks she needs, has grown so many times over that it can hardly be recognized as the same sort of list as the two above. I have what’s called a pregnancy organizer and it, like most pregnancy books, give a list of what you must have for your new baby. Gone are the days of needing gowns, diapers, and basic clothing. Here is a sampling of what the lists of must haves in pregnancy books today look like…

Onesies (a number is given)

Sleep and play outfits (another number)

Gowns (number)

Blanket sleepers (number)

Sweaters (number)

Hats (number)

Snowsuit

Socks (number)

Bibs (number)

Diaper covers if using cloth diapers (number)

That is just the clothing section, minus a few things that to me fell into one of the categories I listed. Gone are the days of the simple list made up of necessities. Gone are the days of simple needs. Our great-great grandmothers didn’t have snowsuits for their babies…they had quilts. I’m going to hazard a guess that they had no more than three quilts for their baby. Today’s babies not only need a snowsuit but they also need up to half a dozen receiving blankets, a minimum of two heavy blankets and possibly other blankets each designed to fit the baby device they may be using…a blanket type cover for their car seat, a crib sized blanket, a bassinet sized blanket…

Which brings me into the other items our new little one must have…

Disposable diapers (by the case…put number here for each size)

Sheets for each type of baby bed or play yard

Waterproof pads for any kind of bed baby might lay on

Towels

 Washrags

Burp cloths

Bottles (even if you’re breastfeeding)

Breast pump if you’re breastfeeding

Formula

Pacifier

Feeding utensils

A long list of medication, ointments, creams, and medical supplies

An equally long list of personal hygiene items (I don’t even use this many different products). Apparently baby needs everything from soap (shampoo is listed separately) to ointment and creams (this is in addition to the ointments and creams listed under the medical supplies) to a brush and comb. And lets not forget baby powder, lotion, baby wipes…

If your house hasn’t been filled to capacity yet we can move on to all the many other things your five to nine pound baby that could care less about any of this stuff simply ‘must’ have before it makes its arrival.

Let’s add the big stuff now…

Stroller

Child safety seat (car seat)

Baby carrier

Diaper bag

Bassinet or cradle

Crib with mattress, mobile, and all the other attachments

Changing table

Diaper pail

Bath tub

Rocking chair

Bouncer

Swing

Baby monitor

Pack and play

High chair

Portable high chair

Entertainer/jumpy seat

Safety gates

I don’t know about you but that list is enough to boggle my mind. After having numerous children I can safely say that babies don’t need 95% of the junk on that list. And most of it…at least the big stuff…is designed to separate baby from mom and dad. Because they will be spending many hours on their own you’ll also need to add in a hundred different kinds of toys…they’ll need toys for the car and toys for the stroller. They’ll need soft toys for the bed and loud toys for when they’re most active…

I don’t know about you but I’m going back to the list from the 1800’s. There’s no difference in the baby I will, Lord willing, be having in a few months and the babies born in the 1800’s. No matter the time they are born into babies come into this world knowing nothing of the things society claims they need. I don’t need a million different items to take care of my child and I don’t want even a fraction of that many.

I want the enjoyment of my baby not the shuffling of it from one entertainment device to another to keep it happy in my absence.

 

 

 

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Even


I recently wrote a post titled gone. It was on the subject of abortion, a subject that has horrified me since the moment I first learned of it. Even as a child I couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone killing their baby. I still can’t. I’ve heard their reasoning, heard their excuses, heard the terms and explanations but nothing said or explained can ever justify the killing of innocent babies that have yet to even take a breath.

After the loss of our baby a few months ago my husband and I talked of that very thing. While we were grieving for our baby, mothers were killing theirs. While we were hurting over the loss of a baby we very much wanted, mothers were destroying babies. My husband said something to the effect of how what appears to be trash to one person is a treasure to another. I wish I could remember exactly how he worded it but I can’t. What I do remember is the feelings in both of us as we thought on that. In my pain, just days after losing our baby, I would have gladly embraced and loved one or many of those babies whose mothers didn’t want them.

Today, as I once again carry a precious baby within me, I think of that. I think of how my husband said what is trash to one person is a treasure to another. When I took a test to confirm this pregnancy I was thrilled to see that positive line, thrilled to know I carried our child within me, thrilled to know that we had been blessed, once again, to bring a child into this world. Even as fear for the life of this child filled my mind and heart…I was thrilled. Even as I prayed to be allowed to keep this one…I was thrilled. Even as I knew there is a chance I may only be allowed to keep this baby a short while…I was thrilled. Even as I knew that I may wind up experiencing deep pain…I was thrilled.

I was thrilled.

I am thrilled.

And as I think of this precious baby growing within me, I also think of the many precious babies that are seen as something to be gotten rid of. Even as I experience the joy of carrying my child, I think of those whose mothers will choose to kill them.

Yesterday marked the three month mark since we lost our precious baby. I knew of the existence of the baby now growing within me before we reached that three month mark. Even as I thought of how that baby would be growing and developing inside me had it lived…this baby had begun to grow. Even as I thought of how I would be feeling that baby move inside me…this baby was taking hold, beginning to form. Even as I thought of how I would be showing by now...this baby was barely beginning to grow.

I haven’t forgotten that baby. It lives in my heart even as I go on with life. And I’m reminded as that life unfolds with me in the midst of it that the Lord has a plan for my life that is beyond my control.

There’s nothing that makes that more obvious than to remember the baby I wanted so much, the baby my heart still wants, and to think of the baby that now lives within me, the baby I want so much, the baby I love. When I think of those two babies, both wanted so much, both loved, I’m forced to admit that I never could have had both of them. For this baby I now carry to live, my womb had to be empty when it needed it. For this baby to live, I had to lose that one.

The Lord knew that even as I anticipated the life of the baby I so recently carried and lost. He knew that He would be taking it away and would soon give me another baby. He knew…and He had a plan. Even as I made plans for the baby I carried within me…He knew I would soon lose it. Even as I made plans for one baby…He knew it would fulfill its purpose long before I could hold it in my arms.

Today as I treasure the life that grows within me…the Lord has a plan for both me and my baby. He has a plan for my husband. He has a plan for our children. He has a plan for everyone that this baby will touch.

I don’t understand what plan the baby I so recently lost fulfilled but I know it did. And I know that this baby has a plan to fulfill even as I treasure its existence. Even as I hold tight to the knowledge that this precious life grows within me I know that the Lord has a plan for both of us.

Whether I’m given days or decades with this baby my Lord’s plan will be fulfilled in both our lives.

And I’m blessed to have even a second to love this precious baby.

Friday, June 19, 2015

A new blessing



Three months ago today I lost a baby we were expecting. That baby died long before it had a chance to live outside my womb. It was a trying and painful time for me, my husband and our family. It was also an eye opening experience for me. There have been many times I have spoken with someone that has lost an unborn baby or child and all I could say was I can only imagine your pain. Now I do much more than imagine the pain…I remember it. I also remember the sweet time I cradled my baby within my body and how blessed I was to be that baby’s mother no matter the length of time.


Recently I discovered that I am once again expecting. This baby wasn’t a surprise and it’s very much wanted. I do, however, find that this baby has created a feeling in me I’ve never known in relation to a pregnancy before…fear.


Hard as I try to not be anxious my mother’s heart still fears for the tiny life growing within me. I want so badly to carry this baby to term, to hold it in my arms, to give it a name, to see its features, to watch it grow into all the Lord has in store for it.


But even as I want all of those things I am reminded that we aren’t promised tomorrow. That we are to focus on today and let tomorrow take care of itself. And so I turn my fears into prayers, I petition my Lord on behalf of the precious life I carry. And I treasure every moment I’m given with this baby, be it days or decades.


When I was first beginning the loss of my last baby the midwife told me to guard my heart and I knew that that I never could, that I must love my baby for every second I had with it. I will do nothing different with this little one. I have known people that chose not to reveal their pregnancies until they were past the three month mark so that they didn’t have to make any explanations if they lost the baby. I’ve known people that didn’t reveal their pregnancy until they’d had their amniocentesis, presumably so that they knew the baby was healthy before they disclosed its existence. I’m not one of those people. I won’t hide my precious baby until I’m sure I won’t have to go through the inconvenience and the pain of disclosing a loss should it happen.


For however long we have this baby it has been given to us by the Lord. It deserves to be celebrated and enjoyed. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.


When my fears rear their ugly head I hope I remember to always turn them into prayers, for fear serves no purpose but prayer and faith do. And as I pray for my child I pray also that the Lord will keep me in prayer and not in fear as I enjoy this precious baby that he has blessed us with.


 

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Raising souls


I’ve heard it said many times that children go through phases. There’s the newborn phase, the infant phase, the toddler phase, the terrible twos phase, the preteen phase, the teenager phase. Not to mention the phase of lying, of hitting, of pushing the limits. Children, it seems, are constantly in one phase or another.

But I don’t remember ever hearing that parents go through phases. I’ve never heard of it but as I think back over my years as a parent I know that we do. When I became a parent it wasn’t by choice, I didn’t have the normal nine months to get ready to be a parent. I poured over no books, prepared in no way. One day I was in the teenage phase of life and the next, with no warning, I entered the parenthood phase.

Without ever going through the nine month get ready period I became a mother. In those early days I had no idea what was happening, I simply thought I was babysitting. It was months later before I realized that I had become a mother to a child that wasn’t mine.

Because I fell into parenthood I went through no preparations. I had no thoughts of how I might raise that baby. I didn’t even pick out clothes for her. I simply answered the door one day and had a one week old baby handed into my care.

And that was how I became a parent.

My parenting style pretty much came the same way. I never planned how I wanted to raise that child, never thought that I was raising her. I was simply caring for her as she needed to be cared for in that day.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, and I was still parenting the same way. I reacted in the moment, raised her by the methods I had seen my mother and grandmother use. I went with what I knew and never thought about whether or not I should do anything different.

Five years later I became a mother again. That time I had the nine months to prepare. I shopped for clothes, diapers, and furniture. I had a baby shower. I was given plenty of well-meaning advice.

And still I simply parented in the moment. I fed my hungry newborn, changed diapers as they became soiled. I changed clothes, washed clothes, fed the baby, and changed diapers. Anyone that’s ever had a newborn understands exactly how much of a cycle that is. Somewhere in all of that I also enjoyed my brand new baby, cleaned house, experienced the trials of a colicky baby and learned what it was like to be a new mother all over again.

I did it all in the moment depending on the methods I had seen my mother and grandmother use and on the lessons I had learned with the first baby I raised. Unlike with the first baby I did make a few decisions with the second. I chose to use cloth diapers. I chose to breastfeed. And there went the extent of any forethought into how I wanted to raise baby. In time I also knew that homeschooling would be in our future.

But that was it. I had no philosophy, no greater plan. I was simply raising baby in the moment. And in the moment we continued. In time I came to the conclusion that it’s best to monitor what children watch on TV and so I did. In time I learned that this worked and that didn’t. In time I was still parenting in the moment.

Much of parenting is done in the moment. We often ask our children why they did such and such and they usually respond with ‘I don’t know.’ I think if someone had asked me why I raised a child a certain way at a certain time I would pretty much give the same I don’t know answer.

Because I raised them based off what was happening in the moment. As I realized that they were getting older and probably shouldn’t be exposed to certain things I stopped letting them be exposed but there was no forethought involved, it was decided at the moment when I realized it. From that point on decisions were based off that way of raising them but it still wasn’t planned ahead.

Eventually, as more babies came, the parenting got harder…and easier. With experience came the automatic reactions. And still I parented in the moment with no forethought involved. They were my children. I wanted them happy. I expected certain behavior from them and overlooked others.

As I grew older, as more children came along, as I matured as a parent, I began to see that what could easily be done when there was only one was difficult when there were many. I began to see that the problems that never came up with one child were daily occurrences with two, or three, or four. I also began to see that changes had to be made when you had an older child that loved little toys and a baby that wanted to put everything in their mouth.

And still I parented in the moment. There was never any forethought to what the child or children would become.

It’s only been very recently that I’ve begun to see that there’s so much more to parenting than parenting in the moment. There are times I wish I could go back and do it all again with the knowledge that parenting shouldn’t just happen in the moment. That isn’t an option and I wouldn’t choose it if I could but sometimes the thought is there. Sometimes I think of things I should have taught them, things I should have encouraged, things I shouldn’t have allowed that I did.

As I became a parent, and for many years afterward, I did what I had seen my mother and grandmother do. But what I don’t remember them ever doing in their child raising was thinking ahead and parenting based on a bigger picture.

That is the point I’m at now. I have begun to see that parenting is about raising children in the moment but it’s also about a bigger picture. There’s so much more to it than I ever believed in those early years of being a mother.

When that precious life first began to form inside me, or when it was handed to me quite unexpectedly, what I never realized was that I had been entrusted with so much more than just the baby that I could see and think of.

While my mind thought innocent new baby…I missed the bigger picture. While I parented a curious infant through reaching for and grabbing things…I missed the bigger picture. While I looked at my fit throwing toddler and wanted to pull my hair out while keeping in mind that their feelings had become more than they could bear…I missed the bigger picture.

That precious life that grew within me wasn’t just the tiny innocent baby I imagined…it was a soul entrusted into my care. The baby handed to me across the threshold wasn’t just a tiny bundle of innocence…she was a soul handed to me to care for and teach. The baby that kept yanking things off shelves and pulling peoples hair wasn’t merely curious…it was a soul that needed gentle teaching as the evil rooted in us with Adam began to manifest itself. The toddler that lay at my feet screaming and kicking because something hadn’t gone their way wasn’t just releasing emotions that had become too much for them to handle…it was a soul that was spewing the selfishness of their little hearts that needed correction.

Sad as it may be…I think it took losing my baby for me to see all of that. It took thinking on, praying over, and pondering the purpose for a baby that was gone nearly as soon as we knew of it for me to understand that they aren’t just babies…they are souls.

It also took some of the blog posts that I have written to help me see just what is at stake as we raise these little souls that have been handed into our care. We must by the very nature of raising children, parent in the moment. There is no other way. We can’t foresee exactly what any child will do on a given day. We don’t know which child will be prone to throwing fits and which one will lie. We can’t know how our actions today may affect our child’s tomorrows. And so we must parent in the moment and yet I’m also beginning to see that we must also parent with a head and a heart looking toward the eternity of little souls that have been handed into our care.

We can’t know if our children will ever belong to Christ. We can’t know if He will save them or leave them to the evilness of their hearts. But we can know what evil looks like. We can know what the fruits of the Spirit are. We can know that there’s more to raising a child than just raising them in the moment.

We want so much for our children to be happy. We want so much for them to have everything they need and a good part of what they want. But is that really the only thing parenting is about? We know it isn’t and yet some parents raise children as if it is. They give in to little Johnny’s immediate demand because if they don’t he will become so upset that he has trouble breathing, or he has an anxiety attack, or he falls off his chair, or… No, what he’s doing is throwing a fit based on the sin of his heart.

Don’t get me wrong…I’m as guilty as the next person of having given in to those sin filled temper tantrums. Somewhere in the early days of my parenting I heard that a child throws a fit because their emotions become more than they can bear and that we shouldn’t punish them for it because they need to be allowed to express those feelings. And I fell for it.

As a result I had toddlers screaming and kicking at my feet as I worked around the house, I had them crying in anger in the store because they couldn’t have what they wanted. I parented in the moment based on something an expert had said and I fell for it 100%.

What I didn’t know, didn’t think of, was that the strong emotions that toddler was expressing and I was allowing was a fit based on their selfish desires. They were demanding to have their way and when they didn’t get it they were expressing their outrage through screaming, kicking, yelling, and whatever other manner of behavior they exhibited in the moment. And as I felt my way through that moment with frustration and desperation I never realized that inside that child I loved so much was more than just their feelings for this moment. I never stopped to think that inside them was the heart and soul of who and what they would become for their entire life.

There’s a TV show that my children like to watch based on life in the 1800’s. In it there are many different families but there’s one family where the children are allowed to do pretty much anything they want and everyone else is expected to coddle these children, including other children. They are given to, given over to, allowed to have their way in almost everything and they are children that no one likes to be around.

I’ve known children that have been raised that way in real life. I once babysat for a woman that rarely told her daughter no. This child was demanding and hateful to her mother. When she wanted something she wanted it now and she would punish anyone around if she didn’t get it.

I highly doubt that the mother in the TV show, raising little tyrants, gave any thought to the fact that she wasn’t just raising the kids she loved so much but that she was raising souls that would one day become adults, but more than that they would one day have an eternity to face. Know I know that was television, I know it wasn’t real. The children and the parents in that show were acting and reacting based on a script that was written for the purpose of entertaining the audience but I also know there are parents and children out there just like the ones in that show.

The little girl I used to babysit is one of them. I know of others even as I write this post. I’ll be the first person to admit that I’m far from the perfect parent. I’m more likely to list the things I’ve done wrong in raising children than the things I did right. But the more I think on it, the more I realize that I’m not just raising children, I’m raising souls, the more I begin to see that every decision I make with my children is part of a larger picture.

I wasn’t raised to say ma’am or sir, rarely say it now. My great grandpa refused to teach his children to say it because he said it was something that slaves did and his children weren’t slaves. And so his children weren’t taught to say ma’am or sir. When their children were grown they didn’t teach it to their children. When those children grew up and started families they didn’t teach their children, their children didn’t teach it to their children, and now we are six generations of children in and ma’am and sir are foreign words in our family.

What was missed as my great grandpa made the decision to not teach his children to say ma’am and sir was that it wasn’t about slavery, it was about respect. As a woman I think much higher of a man that addresses me as ma’am than I do of one that doesn’t.

While saying ma’am or sir doesn’t affect the soul of the child it is a part of a larger picture. A picture I failed to paint with my children while they were small enough to do it. A child that isn’t taught to say ma’am or sir won’t say it as an adult. I’m proof of that. So are my cousins. So are my uncles.

It’s a small part of a bigger picture, a picture that must be painted while the child is small. It requires more than just parenting in the moment. It requires knowing that you want that small toddler just learning to talk to speak in a certain way and teach them to do it then so that when they are older they will still do it.

So much of my parenting was done in the moment with no thought of there even being a bigger picture. I have a friend that is raising her daughters to be the kind of wife the Bible speaks of. To reach that goal the girls are taught to obey daddy, they’re taught skills around the house, they’re taught to cook and sew. This friend saw a bigger picture that she wanted to reach with her daughters and set out to train them to be what she wanted them to be when they were adults.

When my oldest was little my goal was to make sure she could depend on herself. I had had a close family member that was raised with mom believing she wasn’t capable of doing anything and therefore mom, and anyone mom explained the situation to, treated this family member as unable to do things that other children her age did. I saw how that affected the girl not only as a child but also as she grew into an adult. I didn’t want my daughter to be that way.

And so I had a bigger plan. I wanted her to be able to function on her own. So from the time she was little I pushed her to do things for herself even when she might have thought she wasn’t able to. In that way I did have a bigger picture in mind and I did parent toward that goal. I now see the results of raising her in just such a way. She can do anything I can do. She is fully capable of taking over the house and her siblings should I be unable to do so.

When the younger children came along I still had that goal in mind but by then I had heard that a girl should be able to do everything her mother can by the time she’s 14 and so I added that goal to the list. And with the oldest I did my best to see to it that she reached that goal. She did.

There was a bigger picture in mind and she was raised to meet that bigger picture. But with the younger children even though the picture was there too many times it was easier to leave it to the oldest that could do things without my help than it was to work closely with the younger ones to see to it that they could reach those goals. The results of that show in the younger children.

Raising children to meet those goals isn’t a soul issue, it isn’t a salvation issue, but it is a part of the bigger picture of who the child will become and that is a part of the eternity of their soul.

As I write this I’m reminded of the Christian movement of taking dominion of the earth. Of people that have children with the purpose of raising them up to be ‘Christians’ that will influence the world with their beliefs. I’m not at all suggesting anything like that. I’m simply saying that what we teach our babies becomes a part of who they are as toddlers. What we teach our toddlers becomes a part of what they are as children. And what we teach them as children becomes a big part of who they are as adults.

And who they are as adults affects whether or not they believe unto salvation. The Lord will save them or not according to His purposes but I can’t help thinking that somewhere in there comes all the other factors in our life that effect what we believe. Children that are raised to believe in Christ can, and most likely will, still follow the desires of their hearts. Even if the Lord saves them there’s a good chance they will follow their hearts for a time. I did.

I can’t help thinking that somewhere in the Lord saving a child, a person, comes the childhood that they had which prepared them for their adult lives, prepared them for the belief that they would one day have in Christ.

But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it and how from childhood you have been acquainted with the sacred writings, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be competent, equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:14-17

Those verses alone tell us that there is more to raising children than just going with the moment or making parenting choices based on our own thoughts and feelings. ..from childhood you have been acquainted with the sacred writings, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus…it’s a bigger picture. These children we love so much, that we want so much to raise in a way that keeps them happy is about more than just what we do right now. We are raising not just children but souls.

Souls that will have an eternity to spend in either heaven or hell.

The Lord is the only one with the knowledge and the ability to save our children but somehow…someway…the way we raise them must play a part. Each child is placed into the home that the Lord chooses for them. Each child is given parents that will raise it a certain way. There are people that will be in that child’s life that will play a role in who the child will become…siblings, grandparents, friends…parents.

There are many verses in Scripture on raising children. At different times in my life I have viewed those verses in different ways. But now I see them in a bigger picture. I see them with the idea of not only raising my beloved child but as raising a soul. I see that there is a much greater consequence or reward for each person than just what we experience on earth.

Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. Ephesians 6:4

Why? Why would we be told to raise them in this manner if it wasn’t of great importance? The foundation is being laid while they are children for who they will be as adults. For at least some of them the foundation is being laid in childhood for the Lord to save them at their appointed time.

Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you strike him with a rod, he will not die. Proverbs 23:13

When I read that verse I can’t help thinking of Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden. I can’t help remembering how they were warned to not eat from the tree of knowledge. I can’t help think that when God told them if they did they would die that He wasn’t talking about spiritual death. I can’t help thinking that when it says ‘he will not die’ it isn’t speaking of earthly life. I don’t know that for sure I’m just voicing my thoughts here. There are two very different kinds of death…one is to die in body, to die in this life, on this earth, the other is to die in spirit. Scripture tells us that we have life in Christ.

Discipline your son, for there is hope; do not set your heart on putting him to death. Proverbs 19:18

Here again death is spoken of. It’s very possible the death being referred to is an earthly death. We get an idea of what happened to children in Deuteronomy 21:18-21

If a man has a stubborn and rebellious son who will not obey the voice of his father or the voice of his mother, and, though they discipline him, will not listen to them, then his father and his mother shall take hold of him and bring him out to the elders of his city at the gate of the place where he lives, and they shall say to the elders of his city, ‘This our son is stubborn and rebellious; he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton and a drunkard.’ Then all the men of the city shall stone him to death with stones. So you shall purge the evil from your midst, and all Israel shall hear, and fear.

Those verses speak of a literal earthly death. The other verses may also but even if they do…spiritual death is the ultimate punishment for the wickedness of man’s hearts. It is the ultimate punishment for our selfish desires. Verse after verse tells of the wrath, the punishment, of God poured out on the wicked. In the verses above I have a hard time believing that any ‘son’ that did not ‘obey the voice of his father or the voice of his mother’ that was brought to ‘the elders of his city’ where they ‘shall stone him to death with stones’ would be one of God’s chosen people. The next part of that verse pretty much tells us what kind of person this ‘son’ was and what eternity his soul would face…So you shall purge the evil from your midst…

That son that was put to death is described as evil. Why? What was his crime?

a stubborn and rebellious son who will not obey the voice of his father or the voice of his mother, and, though they discipline him, will not listen to them… This our son is stubborn and rebellious; he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton and a drunkard…

His crime isn’t considered evil in our society. His crime isn’t considered a crime at all. It is often seen as nothing beyond normal behavior today but in Biblical times it was labeled as evil and punished by death. If that son was evil do you think he spent eternity in heaven?

Aside from the part about being a drunkard how many children in today’s society would fit that description? How many children in today’s society would be committing ‘crimes’ punishable by death every day?

While we as parents often parent our children in the moment, based on our own desires for how our children should act people in Biblical times had to raise children within a much stricter world than we do. There are laws that we should teach our children to obey in order to keep them from winding up in jail or living in a way that is harmful to others but there are very few things they can do in our society that will be punished with death.

How much more diligent would we be to ensure our children obeyed us if we knew they would be put to death if the law realized that they don’t obey their parents? How much more diligent would we be to remove all hints of rebelliousness in them if we knew they would die if anyone else saw them act in that way?

And yet…does the Bible not tell us that our children still face death for those ‘crimes’?

But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God… so these men also oppose the truth, men corrupted in mind and disqualified regarding the faith. But they will not get very far, for their folly will be plain to all... 2 Timothy 3:1-9

Those verses don’t specifically speak of death but they do speak of folly, they do say that they are disqualified regarding the faith. There are plenty of other verses that tell us that those not in the faith, that those not saved by Christ, will face eternal wrath.

Do we think our children are exempt from that wrath simply because we love them? So we think that parenting in the moment with no thought for what they will become will save them from even earthly troubles? Do we think that giving in to their tantrums and demands will benefit them in the long run?

Even if we removed the very real, very scary, thought of where they may spend eternity. Even if we remind ourselves that there is nothing that we can do that will keep them from Christ if they are one of his…do we not realize that our decisions today will affect the rest of their lives?

I have an uncle that was raised rarely being told no. He was raised being allowed to do as he pleased with little to no guidance and from what I’ve been told he was a monster of a child as a boy. As a young teen he got into so much trouble with the law that he was court ordered to go to a boys school for problem boys. As an adult he has been in and out of jail, he has beat his wives, he has sought after his own pleasures with little thought for anyone else. He took his mother to court, physically fought and disowned his brother… And that’s just what I know of.

Did being raised with almost no discipline do him any good? Just on this earth…did it help or hurt him?

Through a good part of my life I know that my grandparents didn’t approve of his actions. I know that they worried over the way he treated his family. I know that he gave them grief long after he no longer lived at home.

Did my grandparents think of the bigger picture as they were raising him? Did they think of how their tyrant of a young son would become a tyrant of a man?

Discipline your son, and he will give you rest; he will give delight to your heart. Proverbs 29:17

As far as I know my grandparents never had rest with my uncle. He wasn’t a delight to their hearts as he grew older.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline drives it far from him. Proverbs 22:15

Folly is spoken of again here. It was in the verses from 2 Timothy also. 

so these men also oppose the truth, men corrupted in mind and disqualified regarding the faith. But they will not get very far, for their folly will be plain to all...

In those verses folly was linked with opposing the truth, being corrupted in mind, disqualified regarding the faith. And that was after a long list of undesirable behaviors.

Even a child makes himself known by his acts, by whether his conduct is pure and upright. Proverbs 20:11

Why is it that we can so easily see behavioral issues with other people’s children but we have a hard time seeing them in our own? Why is it that things we wouldn’t put up with in other people’s children will we overlook and ignore in our own children? It’s much easier to say I’d discipline that child for doing that but much harder to do it with our own. Even with close family members, even with children we love, it’s much easier to see the behavior issues than it is to see it in our own.

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.  Proverbs 22:6

This verse clearly says that there’s more to raising a child than just what is happening in the moment. In order to ‘train up a child in the way he should go’ we must first figure out exactly what that ‘way’ is. We must have an idea of where it is we want them to ‘go’ so that we can figure out how to train them to get there.

These children that we love so much are more than just the little people that hold our hearts. They are people that have both an earthly and a spiritual future.

I am only recently realizing much of this. I have been a parent for two decades and I am only now figuring out a good part of that. I can’t make suggestions on how to raise souls instead of children. I can’t even figure out how to go from raising children in the moment to raising them with the thought of ‘the way he should go’ in mind. I can see that that is how we need to raise them but I can’t see how to get there.

But I am now fully realizing that there’s so much more to being a parent than loving our children and giving them the things they need. How much more would our children benefit from their parents if we kept in mind that we aren’t raising babies, toddlers, children, but that we are raising adults…husbands…wives…moms….dads? How much more would they benefit if we raised them with a mind toward what they would become instead of just making things easier for ourselves?

How much would they benefit if we simply raised them to not acquire any of these traits…

For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure…

How much more would they benefit if we raised them with the thought of their souls in mind?

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Gone


This morning I watched something that wasn’t just disturbing it was painful. It was a video taken inside an abortion clinic. In the video a woman was asking questions about what would happen during the birth of the baby. What happens if it’s breathing? Will I have to take a baby home? Will I have to take care of it?

The doctors responses assured her everytime that if ‘it’ was born alive she wouldn’t have to take care of it, wouldn’t get into any trouble, that the baby would most likely be in pieces and would die but it might take a little while.

As a mother, as someone opposed to abortion, as a Christian…as a person, I can’t imagine ever having an abortion. But I tried to imagine what it would be like without those beliefs. If I wasn’t opposed to abortion… And I couldn’t imagine hearing the things that I heard in that video and being able to go through with an abortion.

We give a shot into your stomach to stop the heart.

There goes the whole it’s not a baby, it’s just tissue, argument. The doctor even called the baby a baby once or twice.

 It usually comes out in pieces.

Forget whether or not a person is a Christian. Forget whether or not they’re for or against abortion. How about compassion? How about human decency? Can you imagine having your body ripped or cut apart? Piece by piece. The doctor did say giving the optional shot to stop the heart is the best because it means they don’t suffer.

Really? They’re going to cut this very tiny baby into pieces or use strong suction to rip it apart and the shot to stop the heart first is optional. That shot is the closest thing to anesthetic those babies get, wrong as they are, and they’re optional.

Can you imagine living in a world where everything is comfortable, no hot, no cold, very little, if any, pain…then the excruciating pain of having your arms, legs, and any or all other body parts cut or ripped apart? And there’s no pain relief given.

There is no separating my beliefs from who I am, from how I think and react, but for this moment I’m trying hard to separate them just long enough to figure out where a person’s thoughts and heart would have to be to be okay with the scenario I just described.

I love babies. There’s just something wonderful about being able to hold one, about being given the chance to love and care for one. It’s not work, it’s not a curse, it’s not something to be dreaded, it’s a blessing, a privilege. My love for babies, without any other belief or thought, makes it impossible for me to be able to comprehend the idea of killing one. I can’t even imagine not wanting one and I sure can’t understand the pure evil that would lead a person to kill one.

My belief in my Lord would keep me from being able to understand or accept the idea of killing anyone much less an unborn baby. Not too long ago I wrote a post about Noah. In it I talked about babies and whether or not Noah or any of his family had a problem going into the ark and leaving all those babies outside. That question, those thoughts, came not from myself but from questions I had been asked. From people that had questioned how God could kill innocent babies, about what they had done to deserve dying.

The number of people that died during the flood is numbered in the millions (I saw a few estimates online that put it in the billions). Whatever the number was we can assume that only a percentage of them were babies. So…10%? 20? 50? Our population today doesn’t consist of 50% babies. Chances are the population before the flood didn’t either. It’s said that since 1973 there have been more than 50 million unborn babies killed by abortion in America.

How many of those people that question how God could kill innocent babies in the flood are directly responsible for some of those 50 million aborted babies? How many of them are responsible simply because they support abortion? I highly doubt there were 50 million babies killed during the flood, or any other Biblical plague or destruction of babies. Yet many of the people that blame God for the death of babies in the Bible see nothing wrong with killing unborn babies today.

I have a family member that has always been against abortion but has said many times that cases of rape justify an abortion.

I have to ask why?

Why would rape, as horrible as it is, justify killing a baby that is as much a victim as the mother is? Why does something horrible have to turn into something heinous?

Did the Lord put any exceptions on…“You shall not murder. Exodus 20:13…Nowhere in there did it say you shall not murder except for…

Unborn babies.

Cases of rape.

Inconvenience.

Your body figure.

Scripture actually tells us that children are a blessing, a heritage.

It doesn’t say that babies conceived in less than ideal situations are an exception to that. It doesn’t say that babies born out of rape are anything less than any other baby. I can’t help thinking of what it actually takes for a baby to be born as a direct result from rape. In an ongoing situation such as incest the chances are higher but in a one-time situation…the chance of a baby being conceived have to be quite low, so low as to be close to nonexistent. Not only does the woman have to be raped but it has to happen during a certain time period for her. What are the odds of that happening?

I have known a little girl that was the product of rape. She was biracial and very much loved. Her mother chose to keep her and as a result she was a blessing, not only to her mother but to her extended family as well. This mother, this family, went through something horrible, but out of it came something good.

How many babies are killed because the mother doesn’t want the reminder?

The number is actually pretty low according to something I read online. According to that article 86% of abortions are performed for convenience. That leaves 14% to be performed for medical, rape, and all other reasons.

Convenience kills a whole lot of babies.

I can’t, for even a second, separate my belief in the Lord from my opinions on what is right and wrong. I tried after watching that video to do that just long enough to figure out what it would take to see that kind of ‘procedure’ as okay.

I couldn’t do it.

No matter the circumstances of any baby’s conception, it’s still a baby. It was formed because the Lord wanted it to be.

I had two very short months with the baby that grew in my womb a couple of months ago. When I lost it I grieved for that baby. I still hurt for it. Think of how it would be developing now if it hadn’t died, of how I would be feeling those precious movements inside me. I can’t comprehend the thought process that would let a person…a mother…go in and have a baby removed from her body the way one would have a wart or other blemish removed.

If my life was in danger from carrying a child…I would not abort it.

If the doctor told me I would die if I have the baby…I would not abort it.

Life and death are in the Lord’s hands.

He is the only one with the right to decide who lives and who dies. If I gave my life to give life to my child then the Lord simply used that child to end my days on earth. I would give my life for any of my children, an unborn baby I carried would be no different.

And yet…the same place where I read there are 50 million dead babies because of abortion also said there are over 3,00 0 babies a day that die in abortion.

I remember well the shock and upset that happened as a result of Sept. 11, 2001. People everywhere were talking about it. They were hurt. They were angry. They were afraid. Once the death toll came in it staggered everyone. Laws were enacted to keep anything like that from happening again. People took precautions. They changed their lives.

And yet…more babies are killed every single day in America than the number of people killed on 9/11.

We’re told to remember those that gave their lives for our freedom, those that died in war for us. We have a holiday that sets aside one day a year for just such remembering.

And yet…the number of babies killed by abortion in America each year is roughly equal to the number of U.S. military deaths from all the wars combined.

Where is the holiday to remember those babies?

At least most of those soldiers were grown and the majority of them went into the military knowing what could happen. They chose to put themselves at risk.

Those babies did not.

But we honor the soldiers, remember their deaths. We have a holiday to remember those that died on 9/11.

Where is the holiday to remember the innocent babies?

Sin is rampant in our fallen world. Evil is excused. We put people in prison for selling drugs, send them to jail for not paying a parking ticket, give them fines for going fishing without a license or for riding in a car without a seatbelt. But…Every. Single. Day…we let women kill their babies.

And by many it is seen as a good thing. It’s excused. It’s overlooked. I’ve heard, and read that something like 90% of the American population claims to be a Christian. I’ve also read that the numbers are dropping and that 70 something percent of the American population claims to be Christian. So…if 70%-90% of Americans are ‘Christians’ than 70-90 percent of the 3,000 abortions performed every day are done on ‘Christian’ women.

Doctor’s don’t go around performing abortions on unwilling women. You have to sign a form, give your consent. These women walk into these clinics and ask to kill their babies. 70-90 percent of those women should have the basic understanding that doing so goes against the God they claim to believe in. They should know that it goes against what they supposedly believe. They should know…thou shall not kill.

And yet…they do it anyway.

Day after day, hour after hour, baby after baby, ‘Christian’ women are asking doctors to commit murder. If 3,000 abortions are done today in America and 70% of the women having them done are ‘Christian’ that’s 2,100 ‘Christian’ women that are violating the command to not murder.

It’s my understanding that thou shall not murder is one of the most widely understood and recognized ‘rules’ for being a Christian. People seem to understand that Christianity and murder don’t go together. But either a lot of the abortions done every day are done on ‘Christian’ women or the 10-30 percent of American women that don’t claim to be Christians are killing a huge number of babies.

I recently read an article where someone said they found more acceptance when they told people they were gay than they did when they said they were ‘Christian.’ My thought immediately went to the fact that if they were a homosexual than they couldn’t be a Christian. True Christians should be grieved by the sin of homosexuality. They should understand that God hates it and because He hates it they should too.

My thoughts are the same when I think about a ‘Christian’ woman having an abortion. Killing a baby is murder. There’s no way around that fact. Anyone that has thought about, considered or suggested an abortion has advocated murder.

I’ve heard of women that have had multiple abortions, heard of women that use it as a form of birth control. Pregnancy doesn’t have to mean a baby. It’s a procedure.

Is that what God thinks?

Is the Lord okay with murder? Is He okay with killing living newborn babies? Is he okay with abortions?

Many, many years ago there was a house in the town not far from where I lived that had painted the following question written in very large letters on their fence…

What if Mary had had an abortion?

I know now that there’s more to all of life, all of time, than what we can see here on earth. There’s a plan being worked out in our lives and in the lives of everyone through time to bring the Lord’s plan to fruition. Mary wouldn’t have had an abortion. She couldn’t have. Because she was specifically chosen by God to perform the task set out for her. The task given….to give life to Christ.

But in our day, the very nature of how she came to be expecting that baby would have been seen as a good reason to have an abortion.

Where would we be if she had?

I know it isn’t possible. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, have had an abortion. If she would have God would have chosen someone else to have his Son. I also know that the Lord allows the thousands of abortions that happen every day. For what reason we can’t know, but He does allow them.

But knowing that He allows it to happen doesn’t make the horror of what’s happening any less. It doesn’t make hearing things like what I heard on that video any easier. It doesn’t make me hurt for those babies any less.

My daughter’s all know I would gladly take and raise any child. They know I’d never refuse if offered a baby. A year or so ago we were driving past a field that had 3,000 pink and blue flags in it. Each flag was a representation of a baby that was killed by abortion every day. One of my young daughters asked me if I would take in all those babies if they were offered to me. Without hesitation I answered yes. She went on to ask me what we would do with so many babies. I don’t remember how I responded but I know my answer would be the same today as it was then.

Yes, I would willingly, happily, take in 3,000 babies today if it meant I could save them from abortion. There’s no way I could care for that many babies, even with the help of all of my family, but I would take them in, do the best we could.

Taking them in isn’t an option. Saving them from abortion isn’t an option. We are all given a certain number of days to live. For some reason those aborted babies are given only the days they have in the womb. Abortion is what is used to end their days.

The evil of abortion is impossible to understand for those of us that see it as wrong, as murder. Doctor’s that perform abortions are nothing short of serial killers. Nurses and assistants are nothing short of accomplices to murder. But it happens over and over.

It’s allowed by the Lord for some reason.

Why, we can’t know. As I write this…I’m struggling with knowing how to bring it to an end, struggling with what kind of title to give it. And as I write this I wonder if an abrupt ending isn’t the best way to go. Just cut it off in the midst of making a point, in the midst of writing, as those babies lives are cut off in the midst of living and growing.

They’re there one minute, oblivious to all the evil and pain of this world, and the next…GONE.