One is too many lives to be lost. But in South Asia, 50,000 female children are aborted every month.
Gospel for Asia (http://www.gfa.org/imagine-if/too-bad-im-a-girl/) says: If they live to take their first breath, they grow up being the last to eat and the most likely to be illiterate, and often they are sold into bonded labor or prostitution to provide for their families.
This information makes my heart hurt, my tears fall, and my anger stirred. It isn’t fair, and I want to do something about it. I want it to be changed. I want those girls to live and know they are loved by their Abba Father in heaven, by our great Elohim. To live and know they are cherished. I want to cherish them. I want to tell them they’re loved and hug them and show them their worth. I don’t want them to have to go through the pain and heartbreak that they do.
So I pray, and I ache. And I ask God, “When is it my time? When will You send me?”
I know I have so much more preparing to go through yet, but my heart still aches, and I still wait.
I wish I could stop even one more abortion before it happens. One more orphaned child. One more life. Because one life is always worth it all.
(All pictures in this post were found on Pinterest)