Georgia Bill and Miscarriage

Okay people.  Read the bill.  Just read it. Here it is:  http://www1.legis.ga.gov/legis/2003_04/fulltext/hb1.htm

HB 1 - Abortion; petition superior court for permission 
That's the title of it.  Obviously the focus is abortion.  I admit I was highly offended at first. Someone posted on the Internet that women could get the death penalty in the state of Georgia if they could not prove they did not have anything to do with the death of their child-if the bill passes.  I was mortified that could happen.

Then, I actually read the bill.  It is a great bill.  It is trying to reverse Roe v. Wade.  I am all for that.  It could make physicians have to sign a certificate or something like it when a child is miscarried.  I would have loved for my child to be recognized in such a way.  I see this as a bill to protect babies and honor those that die for unknown reasons.  So, before we accept what the media says, we need to do our homework.

I also don't see how a woman could say this bill infringes on her rights.  The right to kill your child?  If you are heartbroken after a miscarriage, how could you not be heartbroken after an abortion?  Either way, a baby died.  If I lived in Georgia, Franklin would get my vote!

Oh, Happy Day!

Time and reflection often bring peace and hope.  They don't necessarily bring understanding, though.  I am still adjusting to the feeling of having the floor fall through.  I am still trying to figure out how to live here. 

My heart aches as I recall when the floor was beginning to crumble.  As I did everything I could to keep it from caving in.  As I prayed and cried, and cried and prayed every day for God to save our baby's life.  That little life that was growing inside.

Now, I realize he did save her life.  I realize we will see her again, but oh the ache of a mother's heart that is apart from her child!  It is more than I can bear at times.  When I can't breathe, I fall to my knees and pray God would give me what I do not have.  The strength to believe.  The strength to be blessed.  The strength to have faith.  Because I still don't know why.  I still feel in the dark.  I am still so very human.

I long for the day when all eternity waits as I feel that sweet little being's embrace.  Through her, God has taught me what love, hope, and faith really are.  And though it seems like forever right now, he knows the brevity of the wait when mother, daughter and father meet.  Oh, what a happy day that will be!