I remember my grandmother (Meemaw) and mother sharing with me the story of little Suzanne. She was Meemaw’s fifth child. My mother was 9 years old at the time of Suzanne’s birth. I can still tear up as I reminisce of the love in their hearts for Suzanne as they shared about her life and death.
Due to complications, little Suzanne died at 6 months old. Meemaw, at the age of 90, still teared up when she shared about Suzanne, because her motherly love ran so deep. Little Suzanne was flesh of her flesh, born forth from her womb.
Meemaw’s blood flowed through little Suzanne’s veins, sustaining her life. How could she not be deeply bonded with her little one, knowing she was a gift from God.
She so grieved the loss of little Suzanne; praying to God and sharing with Him her suffering. And, in answer to her prayers, two months later she was pregnant again; eventually giving birth to my beautiful Aunt Becky. Meemaw’s face would light up as she shared how God blessed her grieving heart.
I’ve been blessed to have such a beautiful, faith-filled grandmother who was so aware of the gift of life. Meemaw was aware of Divine order. She didn’t once contemplate whether she had a “choice” to keep any of her babies (she had 10); to terminate any of them would never have been an option.In fact, to reminisce of another story that deeply touched me; when Meemaw was pregnant with my mother, her first born, her doctor told her of complications and that if she didn’t have an abortion, she could lose her life. The options were, save her life or her baby’s.
Meemaw would not hear of aborting, and with great strength and conviction assured the doctor that she was having the baby. There were added sufferings and complications in my mom’s birth, but all worked out, and Meemaw gave birth to beautiful baby Colette.
Of course I am very grateful for this. Had my grandmother chosen anything other than life, I wouldn’t be writing this article right now; not to mention the tremendous grace, blessing and gift my mother has been to so many in this life.
Today as I reflect on Meemaw’s love for little Suzanne and my mom, my heart grieves as I think of the coldness and indifference that so many babies in the womb are met with as they are aborted by their mothers. These precious little lives are just as important to God as little Suzanne and my mother; yet, there is such a deceptive cloud permeating our society today that fosters a grave disorder. God is out of the picture. Life in the womb, or at any stage, is not seen for the great gift that it really is.
We, the creatures, have taken hold of the reins, and in a sense told God we know what is best. But in the end, we are the ones who suffer for it. We have gone outside of God’s love, His protection, His grace. And, then, we wonder why God allows such evils to happen. Well, this is why. We have put Him and His principles aside to live as we see fit. And, thus muddle in our own putrid puddle of the human will.
As for Meemaw’s life, the blessing of the dignity of life continued on. Her love for her children continued on in their hearts, and as she got older and was ailing her children surrounded her with great love and care until her death.
During this week as we remember the gift of life at every stage, let us especially pray for those who are most vulnerable in the womb. God has created each one of us with a very special plan and mission in this life and the next. May we always seek His will for our lives and those around us.
And, for mothers and fathers who have had abortions, God is all merciful. There are many opportunities for healing available. Rachel’s Vineyard (www.rachelsvineyard.org) is one powerful healing ministry geared specifically toward healing from abortions.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you (Jer. 1:5)… Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you,” (Isaiah 49:15).