A little over a year ago, someone I care about called to tell me they had to terminate their pregnancy. My heart skipped a beat. I'd been her biggest cheerleader concerning the pregnancy. Her first child died at a few months old. This friend had an illness that prevented healthy pregnancies. Was afraid to try again. So she'd adopted a newborn girl.
She'd finally been able to have another pregnancy. Everyone was so excited. What in the world would make her choose termination? It just wasn't like her. Then she told me it was an ectopic pregnancy. My heart broke.
I had no idea what to say. There are never good words when a person faces such tragedy.
Sometimes life termination just has to be. Not because of inconvenience. But because the child was growing in her tubes. So I told her.
"That was not an abortion."
She broke down and cried. I begged her not to feel guilty. I told her I would pray. She did not deserve to have to end a life. It was hard for her. So hard. Tubal pregnancies do not end in success. And I had no right to spout conservative values.
The more I pray, the more I know sometimes stuff just happens. Everyone has troubles in their lives. I am learning to just be quiet. Be still. People need to hear the voice of Jesus, not the opinions of a Christian.
Selah.
I love you, my Princesses. Have a beautiful day. Jesus loves you. If you don't know Him, email me and we can remedy that. If you have any comments, thoughts, or questions, the comment box is below. And feel free to follow us. We love to make new friends.
Love Always,
Jae
The other day I found myself praying about "Christmas". I asked the Heavenly Father what He wanted me to do about a certain little sweetheart for this year. I don't want to buy things that will be a waste of money. That she will not use beyond the unwrapping stage- or even the first week of owning such trinkets.
I very distinctly heard Him say, "I want you to teach her to feed hungry people."
My heart leapt for joy. It was such a sweet and hopeful answer. I love to serve. I miss it. I haven't had much time to minister over the last two years. So for God to speak that to my willing heart, I jumped on it.
We went to the kitchen in Hillsville last night, my little one and I. We cooked and cleaned (she pushed a broom around for a bit). She kept people entertained, and as she would say, beezy. She had the time of her life. I was one proud woman at the sight of how well she did.
As achy as my body is today from being on cement floors all night, we got to help serve others. It brought such a joyous peace to my heart to have that I believe allowing a child to serve others is a vital part of future success in life. It teaches them to focus on something other than their own lives. I also believe every child should see their parent serving as well.
I hope we get to do so again. I don't want my life to be all about me. I loved what happened last night, and I hope it goes on
