Murder.

Read this.

 

I wanted to write from my heart about this, but I just can’t. It’s too overwhelming and nothing I can say feels like enough. Its easier to look away, I know, I do it. But as I follow this story and feel the pain of grief and loss over and over I think about how the Father feels. The horror and pain I feel over an infant born alive and having her spinal cord severed with scissors as she writhes in pain is no less real than the pain that Daddy God feels as a woman swallows a pill and kills her unborn child. 

I know its hard. I know its heavy. I know we would all rather read about how to raise awesome kids, how to organize your life in 3 easy steps or how to throw the party of the century. There will be time for that later. I pray that the things that break God’s heart would also break ours. Not so that we can remain broken hearted, but so that we will storm the gates of hell as the enemy tries to destroy generation after generation of babies, mothers and families and say “not on my watch!”. We will not be silent, we will not be still. 

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