If you know me at all, you know that I love kids. In fact, I have spent the good majority of my life watching other people’s kids, holding babies at church, holding babies at family get-togethers. And someday, I cannot wait to be a mother. But until that day, I find great joy in hanging out with kids that I know.
Actually, a whole bunch of the pictures I post on Facebook include these 2 cuties ^^, Gavin & Alyssa. Their families both go to my church, and I have watched both kids – at the same time – while their parents worked.
But that’s not the point of this post – no matter HOW MUCH I miss those wonderful children now that I’m working full-time.
This post is about the millions and millions of babies that aren’t getting their chances at life.
This post is about the millions and millions of babies that don’t get a chance to be loved.
This post is about the millions and millions of babies that aren’t getting a chance to have a babysitter, or friends, or family.
This post is about the MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of babies that are being killed by places like Planned Parenthood.
This post is about the MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of babies who are dying, and their body parts are being sold for profit.
This post is about CHILDREN.
People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. 14 When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them. ~ Mark 10:13-16
My heart hurts every time I see a post about Planned Parenthood come up on my Facebook news feed. And yet, I want it to keep coming up.
I don’t want us to get complacent about it.
I want to keep seeing it.
I want to keep sharing it.
I don’t want people to forget that these poor innocent children who didn’t do anything wrong. Who didn’t deserve to be murdered.
I think this quote I read on the Humans of New York Facebook page is so worth the read:
“I was 16 when my girlfriend got pregnant. We went to the abortion clinic on 59th Street. We filled out the papers and everything. Then right before we were called back, we looked at each other, and said: ‘Let’s get out of here.’”