Sometimes it's a hard call, deciding what to share with our children and what to wait on. I recently began trying to explain a subject to my boys that I myself cannot comprehend. Abortion. I didn't go into graphic details, but I began by explaining that some people believe it's ok to make the choice to take a baby before it is born, to let that baby die. Recently, I read a statistic that states that almost 59 million babies have been aborted since 1973 (which is, by the way, the year I was conceived). D and I went online to look at population numbers and found that number to be about the same as the states of CA and TX combined. How's that for staggering perspective?
Today, I began our morning by showing the boys the "You Are God Alone" video and we sang the words together. After that, we prayed for forgiveness for our sins, prayed on our armor and I asked the Lord for His protection for us. I also asked that He would take care of the unborn, and allow leaders to be raised up who would give these precious little ones a voice. After I said "Amen," we all hugged and went on to our lessons. About ten minutes later, I found my little J, head hung low, crying. "What's the matter, buddy?" I asked. "I'm sad about what you prayed." "About the babies?" "Yes." Oh, how my heart ached. I took him in my arms and I said "Son, I wish that more people would care the way that you care. I wish more Christians would cry out like you are right now. God has given you a soft heart and He will use your tears and prayers to make a difference. Don't stop letting Him move in you like this..."
Of course, I wonder if he was too young. He is my mercy child, tender hearted and compassionate. Then, I remember that it's my job to prepare my sons for "the real world," to expose them to issues and situations when I am close by and can walk with them through these things. I pray that the Lord will move upon my boys and use them to shake up and wake up the world around us. Why, oh, why, have we become so complacent and tolerant? Why do we give up and think that we cannot make a difference? But for the grace of God, I could have been one of those Roe V Wade losses. God had other plans for my life and my life was not snuffed out in 1973...Will we stand up and be the voice for the voiceless? Wake us, shake us, have mercy on us oh God!
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