Trumpeting Joy!

"I don't believe you are the kind of person who would help kill someone, just because you are bigger and more powerful, just because the little person lives in a different room from you, vulnerable and trapped in the womb as opposed to outside the womb, just because you are afraid of how your life might change when that tiny little helpless person grows bigger and then comes into the 'room' where you live.  Reality is that when this little person comes into 'your room' he or she can bring you the greatest joy you have ever known! Or you can gift someone else with their greatest joy!  God says children are a gift from him to bring happiness!  (Psalm 127:3-5).  In contrast, a lie out there says they are a plague or something that will mess up our lives.  People call killing them 'choice,' 'freedom,' and 'reproductive health options,' to hide the awfulness of what they do and to cover up their not just messing up, but destroying, these little lives.  Your baby is already an absolutely amazing miracle, an amazing creation with marvelous biological engineering taking place in its mind and body, with a future and a purpose already planned for him or her by Almighty God (Psalm 139:16).

I'm praying for you, believing that you will make the right decision, not sinning against God, this child, yourself, and your conscience...no matter how hard it is.  When you make the right decision, you will feel true freedom and peace.

Hoping to hear from you.

Your friend at Choices,
Rhonda Wilkinson"

Just as the daffodils in my yard seem to trumpet and celebrate new life in the spring, so my heart was trumpeting JOY yesterday over a life rescued!  The distraught teenage mom to whom I directed the above email to came to talk to someone about her anguish over her unwanted pregnancy.  After we spoke, she decided to keep the baby and scheduled an ultrasound.  She came for the first ultrasound at 6 weeks along. We encouraged her to return for another. She made the second ultrasound appointment while her boyfriend, not wanting her to keep the baby, walked out of the office. Last I had heard, she hadn't kept that second ultrasound appointment. I feared that she perhaps had buckled under her fears and her boyfriends' pressure.  I attempted email contact after the first ultrasound, after the missed one, and then again several months later. Perhaps she never even read the emails, but I, my co-workers, and our prayer supporters prayed that she would change her mind. Just yesterday I learned that she did come back and another client advocate has been leading her through the decision-making lessons on choosing to place a baby for adoption. She chose life for her baby!  Thanking God that I and you, through your prayers, could be a part of the rescue team!