TABITHA-2

Written by Tabitha.

Names have been changed to protect privacy.

I sit in my comfortable house

Thirty something

With my loving husband

And secure future

I have lived many of my dreams already.

You have plans

And this wasn't one of them

You had dreams

And now you have nothing but fear and anguish.

A tear slips down my cheek

At the bitter irony

And if I could take this cup from you

I gladly would

You decided against abortion

Or perhaps it didn't even occur to you

And you became the woman

That sex could not make you into

You chose life

And became the mother

That many who conceive

And some who give birth

Will never be

For motherhood, as life

Is judged not by how we handle the easy

But how we endure the difficult

It is about the sacrifices made

And not the transitory gains, which inevitably fade

I heard someone say something petty and cruel

And I immediately wanted to stand in front of you

To stare down the accusing glares

And shout of your unfailing courage

Which, though sometimes frail

Defines you as something they can only dream of being.

The bitter irony always chokes in my throat

Eliminate an innocent life

In the secret, dark recesses of an unfeeling clinic

And those same people

Who frown as you pass by

Could smile and wave instead

And yet the ways of this world have become

Fogged and clouded

Right is wrong and wrong is now right

We vote on which of God's laws

Are really important

Obviously they didn't fool you

And so hold your head high

Face each day with courage

In years to come, you can proudly say

"I saved a life in my youth

You cannot see the scars

Because they have healed over

My heart, like that of each

Of the thousand heroes before me

Still aches from time to time

My head still wonders over a

million 'what if's?'"

You gave your most precious gift

Your own heart

And placed it where it was desperately wanted

You placed your child's needs above yourself

You realized in your youthful wisdom

That although you could love your child

With every ounce of your being

That you could not provide

The life you wanted your child to have

There is no sin in not being ready for motherhood

And there is no dishonor in carrying to term

The innocent life created in your womb

Each day my thoughts and prayers are with you

Can you feel my admiration?

Imagine it engulfing you like a soft flannel blanket

Know that I cannot imagine your sacrifice

But that it is filling the hole in my heart

That has at times threatened to consume me

You are creating a family

I have accomplished much in my life

But I am unable to create a family

Without God and without you

If it were not for you and His perfect Grace

I would go through my life without

The blessing of children

It is ironic that I have gone through

These years of pain

Only to be rescued

By the pain of someone as lovely as you

My victory over childlessness is bittersweet

Tempered by my awareness of your sacrifice

I know that in years to come you will

Look back and know that you have done the right thing

But I also know that I will feel the tears

You shed upon your pillow

Their dampness will trace across my own cheek

I will kiss that sweet baby

Brought forth by your courage

I will snuggle close

And count you as my precious sister

The answer to my prayers

God's agent in my life

My precious birthmother.

Tabitha

(Mick & Tabitha were blessed with twins through their Christian Adoption!)

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