Fluttering pressure, gentle movement,
slowly bulging bellies all send impulses of joy to some women. Their slightly
pudgy faces glow with brilliant radiance. Gingerly the new mothers’ hands
unintentionally travel to touch the safe cocoons that the growing life calls
home. A rush of unvanquishable sensation of the need to protect drifts through
these carriers of life.
A teen walks out the glistening glass
doors with her decision made. She pushes all the doubts out of her mind,
convincing herself what’s inside isn’t a life. Not being able to see the
microscopic maturing baby insider her, she allows her selfish desires to
outweigh her inclination towards preserving humankind. The evil has infected
her heart but many more persuade her she isn’t committing a hideous crime.
Oh Lord, forgive us! You made women to
carry Your precious creations but we still find ways to spit in Your face. We
conclude we know better than You because of the hardships we are allowed to
endure and we just don’t seem to care how our hateful actions chafe Your heart.
Why do we always want to claim Your
right, take Your role?! Why can’t we let go of our ambitions and let Your
perfect plan lead us?!
Lord, please forgive these floundering
people. Please forgive us for our selfishness that leads us to destruction.
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