Friday, February 6, 2009
If I Hadn't Heard It Myself, I Wouldn't Believe It Was True
I saw this on Val's blog and felt it made such a black and white, 'line drawn in the sand' illustration, I am borrowing it.
You see, to me a baby is NOT a punishment.
Not. a. punishment.
An outcome? OK.
A consequence? Alright.
But always planned. Maybe not by us, but by God Himself.
And because of that fact, *every* baby represents promise and hope and possibility and the belief that, even if the pregnancy was unplanned or unexpected or undesired, *every* baby is the answer to someone's hopes and dreams.
An infertile couple's long-awaited dream come true.
Society's next great thinker.
A future nurse, full of skill and compassion.
A brilliant scientist, who develops a cure for cancer.
The warmest kindergarten teacher of all time, for which parents are ever-grateful.
The first African American President of the United States.
You get my drift.
A Baby maybe become many things, but it is never a punishment.