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Believing isn't so hard

Why do I believe what I can't see?  That is a valid question. I get it from well intentioned people just trying to understand our differences I guess. I'll try to answer as best as I can.

The college years especially, are a time of exploration.  We think in a less inhibited way.  We behave in a less inhibited way.  We ponder, and process, and get emotional about issues we think are important.  It is definitely an important step in the process of maturing.  I too, explored, pondered, got emotional, and was uninhibited.

I remember especially being passionate about the right to a woman's choice.  I never took the idea of abortion lightly.  I held the hands of a few friends along the way, as they made that very difficult choice.  I praise God that I was never faced with that decision, I am not sure what I would have done at that stage of my life. I would like to think I would have chosen life, but I can't say for sure. I don't believe that abortion is the best option.  I can't look into my children's faces without knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that they were alive from the very first moments.  They were shaped, and created, by God's hands. I do however, feel like, the government should not be allowed to dictate such a huge thing in a woman's life.  The government has no business dictating anything over a persons body in my opinion. Women will still make the choice to abort, it will just be a horror show of illegal, unsafe, unregulated madness.

My son Nicholas is adopted.  We brought him home when he was just two days old. His birth mom, was not capable of taking care of herself, much less a newborn.  She had no support system, no money, no home, but she carried him to term.  She did not have pre-natal care, I have no doubt her nutrition was not good, and to be honest....I will never really know if she made the conscious choice to have him, or if she just didn't do anything, and boom, here comes baby.  I don't know. She did go to the hospital when her time came.  He was born healthy. She told them she wanted to turn him over to a social worker, to find him a good home. Was Nicholas a mistake?  How could anyone look at that amazing, beautiful, smart, little creature, and not believe that God's hand was guiding him, protecting him, and that He loved him?  A logical, intelligent, well educated person (oh wait, I am one of those too), might look at that and see a series of coincidences. I can see nothing but a HUGE, INCREDIBLE, LOVING, God doing his work.  We are looking at the same thing, and one person says how do you believe in something you can't see??? I say, how can you not??

That is just one of many examples in my life of how I see God, and believe, and trust in his wisdom, and his mercy.

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