MEET OUR GRANDDAUGHTER
by Molly Noble Bull
My husband and I met our granddaughter for the first time on Monday of this week. She is five months old—twenty weeks. Our son and daughter-in-law were there, too, along with the baby’s maternal grandmother. Our granddaughter is so cute. She lifted her little arm really fast as if she was waving to us, and there is a DVD to prove it.
So far, we haven’t held her and don’t know what her name will be yet. Her parents are still deciding. But by the time she is forty weeks, they will have decided. Around that time, we will be able to hold her for the first time. We can hardly wait.
Our granddaughter has a half-brother who is six years old, and she is the little sister he has always wanted. She has four cousins on our side of the family and one cousin on her mother’s side. The cousin on her mother’s side is a little younger than she. Our granddaughter also has a step-cousin on her mother’s side that is also a little younger than she is. So she will have plenty of family members to hold her and love—not to mention her adoring parents.
Our first visit with our granddaughter brought back memories of a time when her father was only three months old. Back then, a mother could only discover whether or not she was going to have a child via a doctor. I was teaching school at the time and chose to have a “rabbit” test. On the day I called for the results of the test, I was given permission to use the phone in the principal’s office, and I will never forget what happened during that phone conversation.
The nurse said something like, “The results were positive.”
“Positive yes or positive no?”
“Do you know how old I am?” I asked.
“Yes, we do, Mrs. Bull, and if you would like to have an abortion, we have a number you can call.”
I was shocked that she would say such a thing.
Then I said, “You don’t know who you are talking to. I am a pro-life activist. I don’t do things like that.”
I wish I’d said more. But I had to get off the line. It was a public phone.
Now I can say what I wish I’d said then.
We have three grown sons, and like their parents and grandparents, all three were humans at conception. Our family didn’t come from animals, and yours didn’t either. We were humans from the beginning and made in the image of God.
I pray for our sons, our daughter-in-laws, our grandchildren and our descendants and their spouses for as long as there is a world.
And what do I pray?
I pray that they will seek and find the Lord so that they will go to heaven when they die. I also pray for their safety.
Abortion is not a woman’s right because abortion is a death sentence to the unborn child. In this country, we execute criminals—at least in some states. But we execute unborn children in all states.
My five-month-old granddaughter is safe in her mother’s womb. Many other babies her age are not safe.
We have laws preventing our tax dollars from paying for abortions, but it’s not enough. The killing must stop! By now, the blood of the innocence has reached to the top of the horses’ backs—perhaps higher.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
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