For every story I hear about a woman who is eventually blessed with a biological child, after years of waiting, wondering, testing, giving up hope, there are far more stories of mothers who are unwed or single, a teenager, or worse, under the age of consent, who not only didn't plan to become pregnant but they don't want to be pregnant.
I have a hard enough time hearing people I care about are pregnant but to have to live in a world where people unfit to be parents are able to so easily, without effort, without any forthought, without any desire, without any love, are given the precious gift of children. That's what tears my heart into a million pieces, because who knows what life these children will have to endure. If they get to endure life at all!
Per year, there are approximately 1.3 million abortions in North America, and 42 million abortions worldwide!! 93% of ALL abortions occur for social reasons , i.e. the child is unwanted or inconvenient!!! 39 million babies murdered because they were an inconvenience!!!! An estimated 43% of ALL women will have at least 1 abortion by the time they are 45 years old, and almost half of them will do it a second time!!!!!
Let's compare that to the number of women giving their children up for adoption, because everything's relative right? Well, it's pretty hard to even find these kind of statistics, there are none for North America as a whole, the US is at about 121,000 per year right now, there are no stats for Canada or worldwide. From all the info I can see, we could guestimate 4 million adoptions worldwide, and that's probably an over estimate. 10% less adoptions than abortions!! And that's not even taking into consideration that the adoption may not have been because it was an unwanted or inconvenient baby, it could be orphaned children of loving parents, it could be a step-parent taking more responsibility for a child's life. There is no way to know how many of those adoptions are a choice as opposed to abortion.
Why is the precious gift of life wasted on those women? It's hard not to let those stories mulitply the heartache. It's hard not to let those stories get you bitter. It's hard not to get angry. It's hard to see God's plan in all that. I know it's there, it just can get really hard to see sometimes.
