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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Parent (11/16/06)

TITLE: Reasonable Recourse?
By Cherry Bieber


I watched from a distance as my daughter raised her hand and gently pushed her sandy blonde hair from her face. For twenty-seven of her nearly thirty years I had watched her special way of doing this. She possessed such gentleness even as early as the age of three and her eyes always sparkled with life that drew many to her. Hers was a life the world had deemed unworthy and would have brought to an abrupt end. She reached down to lift the youngest of her six children, another child the world deemed unworthy to live. As they stood there hugging with the sunlight on their hair, my thoughts drifted to the days of God’s intervention on their behalf.

With a resolute look of doom on her face, the doctor led me into her office to give me the news. Judging by her demeanor, I knew she was about to tell me I had only weeks to live. All in one breath she stated my condition as well as, according to her, the only reasonable recourse, “You’re pregnant. I have already made the necessary calls to arrange for an abortion.” I was barely sixteen.

I stared at her for a moment with a grin on my face as I absorbed her first words. Then, as I realized what she was suggesting as “treatment” for my “condition,” I told her with all the courage I could muster up that I could never do such a thing. In response to what she felt was an extremely immature and selfish decision on my part, she slammed her desk with the palm of her hand for emphasis. “This is NOT a doll you are carrying! This is a baby, a REAL baby! You have no business being a parent at your age!” She continued ranting as I stood up and backed out of the room frightened that she might somehow be capable of forcing me to kill my child.

As my pregnancy progressed, I continued to be verbally assaulted by those who felt murdering my child was the only “unselfish” option I had. How strange it all was to me. Sometimes, I found myself hurting deeply for those who kept pressuring me to change my mind and I prayed for them. I didn’t engage in arguments regarding this life God was forming inside of my body because I knew I was right. I deeply Loved my child and my arms ached to hold her. I spent many nights standing by the empty crib longing for her birth. I was poor, but I knew God would provide. Just one week following my seventeenth birthday, she was born.

Twenty-seven years later, my daughter, now the mother of five, became deathly ill following a bite by a brown recluse spider. Just as we all thought the end had come, the Lord showed us again that He is the Sovereign Giver and Taker of life. Three months later, she was again pregnant. The hand of darkness made another grab at God’s creation and was again thwarted. The doctors were frustrated that my daughter and her husband would not even consider aborting this child even after they’d been told that my daughter’s body would not likely yet be strong enough to bear this life without giving her own.

The laughter of my grandchildren brought me back to the moment. I again enjoyed my view from a distance as my daughter and her six children played in the grass. Such wonderful blessings I’d been given! A car moving up the driveway sent the children into excited shrills of, “Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” while they and my daughter ran to greet him. I watched contentedly as they wrapped around one another and chattered excitedly. My daughter turned and looked at me with that beautiful smile and the telling glow of her seventh child on her face.

I ponder these and many other moments and shudder to think what the hand of darkness would have blotted out had it the power to do so. My heart weeps as I consider the millions upon which that hand of darkness has closed as our world errantly follows “My will be done.” I pray with tears of compassion for those who have had abortions, as this is truly a wound to the soul. I pray also the world would see that each life is a creation of God from conception. My family is but one shining example of God’s glorious power.

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Judy Sauer 11/25/06
I can relate to the "there's a treatment for your condition..." as I was told this also. Your courage to stand up for what is good and wholesome is to be applauded. I too said "no" and my daugher is now 26 years old.
Donna Powers 11/25/06
This is a wonderful testimony to the worth of each God-given life. How wonderful that you stood up to those who encouraged you to abort her. This story is lovely. Well done!
Leigh MacKelvey11/26/06
A sixteen year old girl with the wisdom and courage of a much more mature woman! Very inspiring story and very well written,
Joanne Sher 11/26/06
So amazingly compelling and inspiring. You did a wonderful job of painting a portrait with your words. This brought a tear to my eye.
Steff Clark11/30/06
This is a wonderful testimony for all those out there that are thinking of aborting there baby. If you raised your child at sixteen anyone can! I admire you for standing up to everyone and having the baby! This was beautifully written! Keep writing! I think you should of got first place.
joy clarkson12/02/06
This is a wonderful piece. With all due respect to the judges, I believe that this should have been first.