Saturday, 11 February 2012

aborted

Hi folks,

I am getting ready to launch my site for maternity and family portraits, and this week, when I collected my films from my lab, I found the shot below. I remember this day taking the shots. I was looking for something special to be portrayed in a simple way. Somehow, my own idea was so strange to me that this frame made me wonder whether I really took this photograph.



What you see is the plastic model of a preborn at the estimated age of 11 - 12 weeks as it would be in the womb. Having this little thing in your hand, and putting it beside your keyboard, you will realize that everything is developed: Fingers, tip toes, noses, little ears, and the belly button connected to Mum.


What makes me sad, what makes me mourn and grieve is that every single day such a little angel is removed physically from the mother's womb. What brings me close to tears is that every day a mother took the decision, being left alone with the consequences that often remain for a life time, all on her own. What almost takes my breath away is that she doesn't find anybody to talk to when night mares are tormenting her and demons don't stop to tell her that she is a little devil. I am shocked when I think about the man that talked a woman into an abortion of their child. What makes me angry is that they ignore their women’s dignity and disrespect life. What makes me sad is that they leave themselves alone when questions start to rise: Would you have had my face? What dreams would you have had? What toys would you have loved?

I am relieved to know that Heaven will be the best shelter for all these angels. I find peace when I realize that all those astronauts-to-be, loving mothers-to-be, caring fathers-to-be, presidents-to-be never had the chance to be what they could have been here on earth, take the stairs back to Heaven.

I am relieved when I see that it is well, and that they are at a better place. As I want this peace to spread among mothers that aborted, whether they were raped or just thought it wasn't the right time, and fathers that grieve, whether they talked their women into or could not talk them out of abortion, to find this peace. Find forgiveness to exhale, courage to move on and strength to speak up.

Let every photograph of a child or new born speak to those that lost theirs: It is well.
Let every pregnant mother or caring dad that you see tell you: It is well.
Be aware that God is there, waiting to tell you: You are forgiven.

Love is precious, don't jeopardize it,

B

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