Those exploiting the killing of babies - those called pro-abortion by the news media - have merely politicized the issue so as to hide the very real fact that children are being butchered and murdered.  They have made the issue about voting and politics, but it is not a political issue, in as much as murder is not a matter of opinion or debate; and murder does not become acceptable merely because you voted for a politician who claims it is.  It is an indisputable FACT that abortion is absolutely nothing but a child being torn apart and murdered, and to make it appear to be anything else is pure unadulterated evil.  But to add the foolish and wicked notion that murdering a child is for the "health" of the mother, and that it is about her health care, is adding injustice on top of injustice.  Nothing about a woman murdering her child is about her health; it's only about the child's life, and the ending of that life by a mother who believes her immediate convenience is more important than the entire lifespan of her son or daughter; and that doesn't even mention the eternal soul of that human being that is being utterly discounted as worthless. 

I have seen whole audiences applauding the right to have an abortion, and I could not help but think about how every last person in that audience started out as a fetus, and not even one of them could have developed into the people they are today without passing through the fetus stage.  Every human being starts as a fetus, so for people to claim a fetus is not a human being is a narrow-minded, ignorant position; but I say it's worse than just ignorance, because it's a deliberate denial of the truth. 

If I, who do not know a woman or her baby, am infuriated by the thought of her aborting it, based on the fact that it is murder, then how much more do you, the reader, think that God is infuriated by it?  Afterall, the baby is created in his image and by his workmanship; and it is God who knits the soul within the fertilized egg at conception and causes a flash of light from his Holy Spirit to appear when it happens.  God knew everyone before the earth began; he knows our rising up and our sitting down and all the inner thoughts of our heart, according to Scripture.  If I, who know nothing, am angered by the horror of murdering this tiny baby, what must God think, who knew the child's soul before he created the heavens and the earth?

Between my second and third baby, I had a miscarriage at just a few weeks gestation.  The baby actually came out into my hands as a small lump of flesh that was smooth as silk on one side and bumpy on the other side.  What I was holding was my baby just before that round flesh folded over onto itself, and the bumpy side became his internal organs, and the smooth side became his outer skin.  There was no heart beat yet, but I knew that what I was holding had contained the soul of my baby, and I wept with all my heart.  

Many years later, after I had three children, my husband and I divorced, and he kept taking my children around people whom I knew would work to turn them against me (which they absolutely did over time, and they corrupted their minds and hearts in every way, to this very day), and because he would not respect my wishes, but kept using them to hurt me in that way, one night I was driving in the car crying out to God.  During that week, God kept taking me to a verse in the Bible that said, "Your son lives."  Over and over he led me to the same verse, and I didn't know why.  As I drove that night, and I was crying from a broken heart, God said to my spirit, "Your son lives."  Instantly he placed within me the knowledge that what he was talking about was the child I had miscarried.  Then Jesus said to me, "Your son lives; and they can never reach him." 

At the time, I didn't know just how wildly successful these people would be in corrupting my three children, and my grown children have cursed me and driven me completely out of their lives for the sake of these wicked people.  So, when God told me that I have a son that these people could never get to, it would turn out over the years, that at times, that was the only bright thought I had, because these evil people had certainly gotten to, and taken over, the three I had born and raised, to the point that it was nearly like I had born and raised them just to hand them over to my enemies.  

But that night, I asked Jesus about my son in heaven, "What's his name?"  When I asked the question, I had completely forgotten that I had named the miscarried child while I was pregnant with him, but when I lost him so early-on, the name escaped me and faded into the fog of the past.  Then Jesus said the name of my son, and I cried, because when I heard the name in my spirit from the voice of Jesus, I then realized it as the name I had been planning to give him, but I didn't remember it until Jesus said it.  With this, I knew for certain that it was Jesus speaking to me, and my son was alive with Jesus, and he was safe forever, and he's waiting for me in the arms of God.  And indeed, as Jesus said:  I have a son they can never touch, and it comforts my soul to this day. 

My son did not have a heartbeat when he died, and in fact, the flesh had not folded around his internal organs yet.  He was a piece of flesh with a soul.  Yet, Jesus called him my son, and he called him by his name, and he reassured me that my son is alive in heaven with him.  So the notion of the "heartbeat law", which says a baby can be snuffed out if it doesn't yet have a heartbeat, is still more evil and lunacy and excuse making and justifying the killing of the innocent.  And what's more, the idea that a person is not explicitly born a male or female is also a lie from the pits of hell.   From the flesh I held in my hand, I would not have known it was a boy, but God knew, because God made him a male, and his soul is a male, and my son is a male from the power of the Spirit, by the will of God.  For anyone to call a male a female based on human obstinance rather than spiritual facts is spitting in the face of our Creator God.  It is God's right to create from the lump of clay exactly what he wants, and we are not our own, but we were bought with a price through Jesus Christ.