Our newest family member is trying to take a nap. Each coo and cry as he learns to sleep is a concrete reminder of sacred life. My heart will always be grateful that he wiggles and whines on this side of eternity. He is made in God's image.
Our next newest family member nears his end of the journey. The tumors he came to us with continue returning, and we made the difficult choice to stop paying for expensive chemotherapy treatments. He is a dog. We love him and it pains us to see him slowing down, resting for longer and longer stretches each day.
A new billboard went up on the highway by my house. It uses the familiar imagery of a 6-week gestation embryo for political gain. It perpetuates the narrative that unborn life is more sacred than maternal health. It brings me to tears each time I drive the familiar route, because it willfully exploits the trauma of pregnancy loss. Hot anger bubbles up with the Pharasaical marketing. Billboards cannot claim sanctity.
The personal connection of the sacred cannot be fully explained, only experienced. Whether I am rocking my living infant or stroking the ears of my dying rescued dog, I know that God's big love extends to all creation. The children unable to survive the conditions within my womb are no less sacred because of the abortion care I needed to continue living to care for my family.
I am inclined to believe that God's love is bigger and more complex than I will ever be able to comprehend.
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