Hello all, my name is Betsy. I am new to this community, and have posted a greeting in the appropriate forum if that sort of thing interests you. To summarize for the lazy, I am an aged woman with a sold foundation in Christian maturity. Also, my daughter has had an abortion, which is why this discussion interests me.
I see that we're talking about Plan B. And there are those who disagree that it is a form of abortion. Let me explain something to this group of people, and please imagine this spoken in my brusque Southern accent.
My husband and I tried for months. And it just wouldn't happen. We didn't know if it was his fault or mine, and were too frightened and cowardly to check with the appropriate authorities. It was a harsh time. We'd wake up every morning, the previous night spent in furious procreation, and were unable to look at each other. Somehow we knew we had failed, even before proof had reared its gnarled head in the form of one of those damned urine tests.
Strain, to say the least, was put on our marriage. From our shortsighted human eyeline, there was no end to the suffering. I, a woman, was frantic with the unfulfilled desire to conceive. And my husband, a man, was determined to please me while also yearning to have a tiny hand to place inside his father's weathered baseball mitt. But to us, after a fall come and gone, it didn't look like that glove was going to get to see any summer days in our lifetimes. It would stay stagnant in the shed until our deaths.
One night, after my tears had dried up, the Lord spoke to me. He rarely did this, so I dropped my emotional baggage immediately and listened up (as if I wouldn't have in any other conceivable situation).
He said, "Betsy, you will try again. And if it is My will, and if the child I have designed for you is placed into your womb, your bedside lamp will go out. And this darkness will be a blanket of comfort over you and your husband."
So we tried again. It wasn't love driving us, and it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience...our lovemaking at started to feel a chore. But we pressed on, and finished the task.
And at that moment, the moment when our two forms became one and the seed was scattered over my tired innards, my bedside lamp's lightbulb blew out. And nine months later, my son was born. And now he plays baseball in highschool with his grandfather's mitt.
My point being, my child's life was started immediately after we were finished. From the moment that light went out, his plan was laid out by God, and his form transfered from God's great eisle into my womb. No matter what state his physical being was in at the time, my son was created that night.
And if we were to have taken Plan B, God's plan would've been destroyed.
Thank you for taking the time to listen.
Betsy