I have an idea, and a very special request to make. But first I’d like to tell a short story.
I began my post A Normal Pregnant Mother with these words:
“When I entered the ultrasound room I was full of excitement and anticipation. But when I left that room an hour later, all the delights of pregnancy had drained away, leaving me a very frightened woman. My unborn baby had an ‘abnormality incompatible with life’.
In the following days and weeks, I attended appointments with my local doctor, an obstetrician who looked after difficult pregnancies, specialists at the hospital, more ultrasounds.”
And one of those appointment was with a counsellor who also helped with ‘difficult pregnancies.’ I wasn’t sure I needed a counsellor but I agreed to see her for one session. During our time together, the counsellor told me about one of the other mothers she was helping:
“She was pregnant with conjoined twins. She aborted them last week.”
I think about that mother often. And when I do, I don’t think ‘abortion’. I think ‘frightened.’ It was so easy for me to step into that mother’s shoes. I was so very frightened myself.
I imagine many women abort their unborn babies because they are frightened. Maybe they think they will not survive the experience of giving birth to a baby who will die. If their children live, perhaps they think they will not cope if there are disabilities. Fear… What would I have done if I hadn’t had the gift of my faith?
Like many people, I pray for the unborn. I pray for their mothers. I pray that they will protect their babies, regardless of any difficult circumstances. I pray for the end to abortion.
But I don't pray outside abortion mills, or walk in pro-life marches. I could do both if I travelled to the city. But I don’t. I sometimes think about this: Am I doing enough? And rightly or wrongly, I have concluded we all have our particular work to do for God, and mine at the moment is my children and doing what I can to support the bereaved. And praying for Noreen…
Noreen, my oldest blogging friend, works so hard trying to bring the plight of the unborn, to everyone’s attention. She does pray outside abortion mills and she does march in support of the unborn. She does so much more too. Noreen shares her work on her blog Rosary Mom.
Noreen has been telling me how little interest there is in her pro-life blog posts. Everyone rushes over to view her arts and crafts. But if she writes about the unborn… not many people want to know. And that is so discouraging. The fight to end abortion is proving to be a long hard battle. I am sure Noreen needs all the support she can get to continue her part in it. It's hard work; it's draining work; it's emotional work.
So I have had an idea. What if we all prayed for Noreen and her work? Some of us aren’t in a position to do anything practical to help fight abortion. But we can all say a Hail Mary for Noreen each day. It would be our way of helping the unborn. I know we all get so many prayer requests. Everyone wants us to add just one more intention to our long lists. But please consider doing this.
The only problem with having brilliant ideas is that sometimes I am the only person who thinks they are brilliant. I thought about this before starting this post. What if everyone reads this story, and then just moves on? Perhaps I shouldn’t risk sharing my idea. “Go write a funny story instead, Sue! Or write a post about blogging. They're popular.” That would be so much easier to do. Those posts would probably attract more readers too. But no, I will write and I will post because some things are much more important than popularity (which isn't important at all). And I'm going to put this blog button in my side-bar to remind me to say a prayer whenever I log onto my blog.
I hope you will stop and share some encouraging comments. And please visit Noreen at Rosary Mom.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the mother of the conjoined babies. Did she have more children? Did she ever forget her twins? I doubt it very much. I bet she thinks of them all the time. And I bet her heart aches.
Mine does too. But I have a gift. I have my faith. Maybe you do too. If so, perhaps we can say those Hail Marys together.