Life Goes On

"Life goes on, long after the joy of livin' is gone."

Not that the joy of living is gone, but yes, life goes on.

Today is the March for Life in Washington D.C., and today is the only day that I wish I would have stayed at school. I miss being able to participate in the March, standing up for what I believe. I have very specific reasons for believing in life, but I don't really want to go into them here on my blog, as they are incredibly personal. I just want to say that, well, I believe in life and I believe in choice. If you don't want a baby, make the choice not to make one. I know how hard that can be in a committed relationship, but once you are pregnant, you aren't just deciding what to do with your body, but with someone else's body as well, and that choice is not yours to make. I believe in life and choice, but when the two clash, I have to choose life.

I used to love a good debate, but anymore, I can't debate this one. It hurts me too much to even think about those little babies, their tiny souls and lives taken away with the suck of a vacuum. How do the doctors live with themselves, piecing back together those tiny bodies to make sure they didn't leave an arm, a leg, or maybe an ear in the mother's womb? I want to know how a woman can see that baby wiggling around on an ultrasound and still have the guts to destroy it. I read a very good book, "Unplanned" by Abby Johnson, and I recommend it to anyone. It walks very closely with Ms. Johnson through her switch to the pro-life side of the debate... from her original position as a director at Planned Parenthood.

I'm rambling a bit, but I just wanted to post a little something today. There are always choices, choices that are better than killing the tiny baby you carry. Give it up for adoption or keep it. Take it from someone who knows: somebody wants that little one.