So this is a devotional in The One Year Alive Devotions for Students by Rick Christian (which is a very good devotional and something that has helped me in my walk so I highly recommend it) And this devotional almost brought me to tears. 

 Missing Part:

“Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.”- Matthew 19:14

By the time Lori was eighteen, she’d already had two children and was pregnant with a third. Under pressure from all sides to “put an end to this pregnancy nonsense”, Lori consented to an abortion. At the time, her unborn baby was 12 weeks old.
    “The nurse assured me I’d feel no pain and that everything would be fine the next day,” Lori told me in the course of research she was doing. “But the doctor dilated me with a series of metal rods that ripped up my cervix. I kept screaming and grabbing my tummy every time he scraped the suction tool around inside, but the nurse pinned me down, and the doctor told me to quit being so hysterical about something that was just a ‘blob of jelly’. 
    “As if to prove his point, he kept smearing bloody bits of the child and placenta on the sheet beside me. ‘See, there is no baby’, he said.
    “Of course not,’ I yelled. ‘You just ground it to hamburger before my eyes.’”
    Afterward, Lori hemorrhaged terribly and had constant cramps. Finally, two weeks after the abortion, she went into labor. The contractions were horrible. “I staggered into the bathroom, and there I delivered a part of my baby the doctor missed”, she told me. “It was only about the size of a quarter, but there was no mistaking what it was. It was the head of my baby.”
    The horror of holding her child’s head in her hands, coupled with incredible guilt, brought Lori to the verge of suicide. But in her darkest moment, she remembered the stories she’d heard as a child about God’s forgiveness. And in the quietness of her room, she prayed for God to come into her heart and forgive her. But forgiveness was one thing; forgetting, something entirely different.
    “Sometimes I still set the table for three children instead of two,” Lori said. “And I still have nightmares in which I am forced to watch my baby being ripped apart in front of me. But the most difficult aspect is that I simply miss my baby. I often wake up wanting to nurse my child, to hold my child. The doctor never told me I’d experience any of this. He said the only feeling I’d have would be relief. But I call it emptiness.”

-This is why I am so against abortion. It’s a baby, it’s not a ‘blob of jelly’. No matter how small it is, it’s a child. 

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