Love Came Down at Christmastime
1 John 4:9 “This is how God showed His love
among us: He sent His one and only Son into the world that we might live
miracle of Life, before you were conceived I wanted you, before you were
born I loved you, and before you were here an hour, I would sacrifice
everything for you.”
Psalm 77:14 “You are the God who performs
You display your power among the peoples.”
Christmas came early this year. It came without bells, wrapping
paper, or festive gatherings. It came silently, and humbly, a tiny
kernel of Life. How can something so small touch so many hearts and a
dry eye cannot be found? The birthmother placed her in our arms after
the long, rough journey here. She was a miracle, one of those little
miracles we keep begging mercy for on the desolate sidewalk outside the
abortion mill in
’s largest late-term baby killing mill.
God’s handprints were all over her and upon close inspection of
her very tiny frame, sprinkles of angel’s dust reaffirmed the
freshness date from Heaven above. She was precious. I whispered in her
ear, “I love you and I pledge
my complete devotion to you. You are a blessing from God. I will do my
best to lay my life down for you from this day forth.”
My first encounter with this precious gift was outside the
abortion mill in the City of
; midnight abortions were underway. The mother pulled into the alley
with her very pregnant daughter.Fr. Gene stood behind me and prayed.
I motioned for her to roll her window down and asked her if I
could help them so they wouldn’t have to go in that wretched place.
The girl had been crying. Her mother said, “We
are looking for parents.” “Excuse me?” I was baffled. The
pregnant girl spoke up and said, “I
want to place this baby up for adoption.” I held onto the door and
said, “I would love to help you
with that.” She said, “Would
you adopt my baby?” “Absolutely,” I answered her. For the next
few minutes we exchanged contact info and I told them I would be in
contact after going through our files of couples wanting to adopt.
Approx. 72 hours later, we received a distress call. The
birthmother was being rushed by ambulance to the hospital with premature
labor pains. We prayed that God would intervene and stop the
contractions. As we arrived at the hospital, this baby had other plans.
She made her debut a little before midnight, four weeks premature. A
tiny little girl 5lbs, 1oz. She had an IV in her little arm and wires
hooked up to monitors. The grandmother said, “I caught a glimpse of her from the window. She’s beautiful!”
What an encouraging way to begin the new week: the birth of a new
baby! I thank God her mother chose life and not abortion. She had a
rough beginning, but we promised this mother, “Whatever
it takes we will help you.” We spent most of the day at the
hospital. Little Hannah aced every test. We held her gingerly and
inspected her tiny features. She was perfect. We are so blessed, thank
I overheard the nurse scold the birthmother as she helped her to
the restroom, “She tested
positive. You know what that means.” We found out more later. The
mother was an addict and had been using drugs most of the pregnancy.
More than likely, it precipitated the labor. This baby was truly a
miracle to have such a rough entry into the world.
It was hard to purge ourselves from the daily abortion mill
regiment, but this blessing was priority. Our time at the hospital was
bittersweet. This mother knew the fate of her little girl she bore. “What
shall we name this baby?” she asked. We offered a few suggestions.
She then explained why she wanted to give her a certain name. She said, “She was destined to have a better life than I did.” We agreed
that God has been gracious.
She began revealing bits and pieces of her past in a small
hospital room to me. It was so heart-wrenching. I listened and held her
as she cried. I was so broken to hear the abuse this young mother had
endured since the age of 14. It sounded far too familiar: the epidemic
of child sexual abuse and the failings of the foster care system we see
so frequently in our society. You can understand why so many spectators
think abortion is a good thing, a remedy to society’s ills. But still,
it doesn’t make it right.
Another day at the hospital. We spent the morning in court. That
afternoon, the baby went through more tests with flying colors. A final
checkup and instructions, and we were ready to bring our baby home. Our
family was anxiously waiting to meet the newest member. Our territory
has expanded to twelve, an even dozen of children.
Remember the sleepless nights, the diaper changes? It’s amazing how
much punishment the human body can sustain. Has anyone ever died from
sleep depravation? Somehow, gazing into her beautiful face as we nourish
this beautiful little girl, it is all worth it.
After getting the other children off to school, we prepared her
for her first bath at home. As we undressed her and held her small
frame, we delicately washed and dried her arms and legs. She loved the
warm water as it flowed across her chest, but the minute I took my hand
off her she began flailing and the look of fear filled her eyes for a
moment till I reassured her with my hand she was okay. I looked in her
face and thought about the terror that these abortion-bound babies must
see as they gaze into the abortionist’s eyes. It sent chills up my
spine. Oh my God! To see and realize the terror these little defenseless
ones face daily. How can an abortionist live with himself?
I looked at our older daughter who was enjoying helping me with
the baby’s bath, “They kill
babies this size everyday.” Looking over this little charge put
everything into perspective once again and reinforced why we are like
the soldiers in Iraq fighting for the innocent; literally, laying our
lives down for our little brothers and sisters that are being tortured
and killed barbarically. Suddenly, this fresh new life gave
confirmation. “Does standing
outside abortion mills save lives?” Absolutely!
We have been so humbled and gained so much appreciation and
insight through the adoption process. For far too long I can admit of my
hypocrisy, my unknowing shame. How can we stand outside the local
abortion mill telling women not to kill and not be willing to foster
children already in the system that need parents? And guess what? There
are babies in the foster care system for those who stand outside the
mill screaming, “I’ll
adopt.” Let’s put our walk with our talk. The Lord tells us to, “Rescue
those being led to their slaughter,” in Proverbs 24. He
also tells us to take in the widow and the orphans, James
1:27 “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is
this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress”.
This little 6lb baby has touched so many hearts. It is
overwhelming when you share her story. She has so many aunts at the
courthouse. When we bring her by for visits, it’s amazing to see grown
women from behind the counter go gaa-gaa as they undress this little
baby checking out her tiny features and watching her cooing. We look
forward to all the “firsts”. Her first smile, her first laugh, first
This whole testimony is simply amazing …. The night before the
state was going to seize her God told me what to do and He really did
orchestrate everything. He gave us favor once again in the courts with
this little baby. Yes, Christmas came early. It came in our hearts. This
little princess has brought this ministry to its knees. We all know who
rules the Michael kingdom for now!
God is so good. He has been at our side throughout it all. Just
the other night Daniel told me, “Angela,
when one door shuts, God will open another.” At this holy time of
year and looking forward to a time of renewal, we thank God for His
provisions and for a young mother who made the ultimate sacrifice and
gave the gift of Life. We cradled our little girl her first night home
and held one another, thanking God for all our blessings. I prayed
before, but not like this. These little lives are depending on us. I am
so thankful in ways I didn’t know were even possible. Psalm
8:2 “From the lips of children and infants you have ordained
Be encouraged~ Angela