Baby Molly Story

It's a girl! It's been three years ago that Molly Elizabeth, all 6 lbs., 12 oz., made her debut. We barely made it to the hospital. But, it was all worth it. My first encounter with Molly was when she was 31 weeks old. 

She was scheduled to die--but God interceded and with talking to her birth mom in the alley, and letting her listen to Molly's heartbeat in the back of our family van, her birth mom decided not to go through with the late-term abortion. Thank you Jesus! 

"How will I tell my mom and dad?" "That will probably be the hardest thing you've ever had to do, but God and I will walk you through it, even if that means I have to come with you". "But we have to have a strategy--That will be the first thing your parents will want to know-- "What are you going to do?" "You may have already made one mistake, but you don't want to compound that by making another by murdering your child-- and that's exactly what God calls it--Murder."

I can't tell you how many infertile couples are begging me for babies from this abortion mill. Bi-racial, handicapped, white, mentally challenged, striped with polka dots--yes it's true; there are also couples who specifically are wanting to open their homes and hearts to "defected" or multi-racial babies too. 

With open adoptions, semi-open adoptions, and closed adoptions at hand, the birth mom of Molly liked the idea of making something good of a bad situation--to be able to put her baby in the arms of a family whose hearts ached for a baby. I went through two couples before we found the best suited one. We got through the pregnancy, school, even a job. 

Then, the day came; rather quick I might add. A textbook pregnancy and delivery, and we couldn't of picked a better county to have an adoption in. There were tears of joy and relief, fear of the future and a little uneasiness filled the room. She placed little Molly in the adoptive parents’ arms. They were jubilant. The birth mom was glowing with pride. She looked at me and seemed to be saying, "I know I did the right thing," and smiled.

Woe to us America, how many of these adoptable babies are sacrificed on the modern altars of stainless steel because of uninformed decisions, lack of available resources or the god of convenience. What could be more disastrous than a nation that kills 4,440 babies a day. Prov. 24:12. We have a God given privilege and responsibility to help our nation regain moral integrity.

Young people going in these abortion mills hunger for spiritual wholeness. They need caring Christians who demonstrate Godly choices, and will walk with them as they confront tough decisions. We are armed with kindness, love, and spiritual food for their souls; common sense answers and resource numbers to help them with their needs. 

We stand for righteousness on the streets of our communities where defenseless children are being slaughtered. If our churches won't say this is wrong, then who will? We are to be the standard bearers for all to see. We are the salt and light. Salt burns, it preserves, it flavors. Light--it exposes things hidden in the dark.

Those who can't stand the bright light of God's word, and His presence will run. When we stand outside these high places or killing places, we stand for truth, and reach out to the lost. How can we expect God's favor when we allow children to be killed in our communities and do nothing? God says, "We comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable." To be oaks of righteousness. Isa. 61:1-3. 

I am so thankful and blessed that Molly came into our lives. Throughout this unbelievable ordeal, the hearts of two fallen-away family members--one Catholic, one non-denominational, have softened their hearts, and asked Jesus back into their lives through the adoption process. You see, God had a plan for them and little Molly, and God has a plan for you. All you have to do is ask him to come into your life. When you're going in the wrong direction, God always allows U-turns.

Everything is settling down with the birth mom, she is back in school, and enjoying teaching her piano students. The adoptive parents are getting into a new routine with Molly, but we all know who rules the castle for now. We keep in touch on a weekly basis, and follow the mothers from pregnancy through the first year of life. We have started an adoptive parent registry at Small Victories for our future "victories". Our next "victory" is due in January, and another in February that is up for adoption.

`’Tis the season', and Jesus is the reason. For it is far better to give, than to receive, how touching and special a gift, than the gift of LIFE