"Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be."
11 years ago today, our second son was born during my 21st week of pregnancy and died after only a few hours.
He was perfectly formed. His little heart beat bravely for almost two hours despite the fact that he couldn't draw a breath. He looked exactly like The Viking. He was precious beyond words. We named him, buried him and mourned him.
And babies his ages and older are savagely torn limb from limb and discarded as medical waste each and every day in this country in the name of "rights". As if the only difference between a "baby" and "a product of conception" is its desirability.
God have mercy on our nation.