THE AFTERMATH

Thousands of after Talak  in a land across the waters, decisions were being made.  Which child lives?  Which child dies?  Do I have enough income for another mouth to feed?  Does it fit into my life’s goals?  Will the community think ill of me if they know I’m pregnant?  Will he marry me?  How can I continue my education?  Will it be healthy?  Will my insurance pay?  Will Planned Parenthood help me?

“Yes,” replies Planned Parenthood, “there is help available.”  The help was a loving but stern assistant to whom Della goes for help.

So here she lies, on a cold sterile counter in a cold sterile room being “arranged” in a cold sterile manner, awaiting the arrival of the doctor who would remove this fetus from her.  Della’s mind roams and a tear runs down her check.  Is it a boy or a girl?  Would it have red hair like hers?  What’s a fetus?  Isn’t it a baby?

Della is assured that the pain will only be minor and last only a little while.  The needle is inserted and the solution does the job.  The dead blob is pulled out of Della’s body.

Years later Della’s mind roams and a tear runs down her check.  Was it a boy or a girl?  Would it have had red hair like hers?  She knew it was a baby.  Her baby.  It would be giving her hugs at night instead of unspoken memories.

“Ah, but no problem,” says the community, “we signed the papers that made it legal.”

God turned his face from them.  And the storms came, the snow fell, the flood waters rose high, the fires burned, disease was rampant, intruders came into the land, rebellion and violence were given birth.

But although God’s face was turned, his ear was open.  His words were before them.

2 Chronicles 7:14 “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will heal their land.”

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to THE AFTERMATH

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    It may be best to view abortion as murder to avoid the regret years later when one realizes that it was even if it was legal. Hopefully after Amy Coney Barrett is confirmed for the Supreme Court this will change.

    I heard about The Moral Outcry petition while attending online The Return at Washington DC today and signed it. https://themoraloutcry.com/

  2. Faye says:

    Thank you a powerful reminder that abortion is MURDER.

  3. Oneta, this made me cry for all those who have lived through this and did not want to. I cannot imagine the regret and sorrow that will not diminish through the years. Yes….pray and pray that we turn to God and for His mercy to flow over us.

    • oneta hayes says:

      My heart aches for those who are not allowed to see pictures of the baby in the womb. They have the abortion. Then later see their friends proudly show off their latest ultrasound. All of a sudden the truth dawns. Too late.

  4. Bacardi Gold says:

    Taking a life in the womb is a sin.

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