Life has been too much to handle lately. Too intense to even blog about it because then I'd have to reflect on the craziness even more. But here's a bit of an update:
Pregnant teen gave birth. She went into labor at 3 a.m. at my house a few weeks ago. After all was said and done, she decided to "keep the baby for a while and give it a try," the worst decision of her life until this point. Some will disagree, saying if you ever have any doubt you should keep your baby. Well, I've been on the inside track of this gal's life for the last decade. Her family does not love her. Sporadic affection, maybe. But love? No.
Case in point: twelve hours before she went into labor, her sister kicked her out of the house with all her stuff in bags and left her standing in the rain. That's why she was at my house when the contractions started.
There's so much to the story--too much to put here. What amazed me was all of the family that came out of the woodwork during the delivery. Where have they been for the last 9 months? Baby daddy showed up too. It was very dramatic. Sources tell me the night after the birth, teen and BD were spooned up in the bed. I guess he'll be spooning the other gal he also inpregnated here in a month or so.
I never really believed she would give her baby up for adoption. Girls like her don't do that very often because deep down they hope maybe their baby will provide the love they've been denied their entire life. For a few hours, teen finally had the attention of her family. I'm sure in a few weeks the newness will wear off and she'll be left standing out in the rain, this time with a baby on her hip, no money, no job, no prospects. And yes, she'll suffer. But this baby boy will suffer the most. I grieve the life he could've had with a family who would've loved him.
Where was God in all this? I don't know. Lots of optimistic folks spew feel-good clichés, but having been in the trenches on this one, I'm calling BS. God was the sweet Mennonite family ready to take that baby home. The devil was in the details. Generational details like drug abuse, selfishness, irresponsibilty, bad parenting and a lack of love. God may win in the end, but the evil one sure takes his share on Earth.
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I with you. I am so SO with you on all of this. Sometimes prayer feels mighty, but other times it feels pretty meager. Still - I will keep praying.
I love you Holly. You are a blessing to have been in this girl's life. I am sorry you are having to watch this. I am with you on this....everything you are saying is true. I will keep praying too, even though (like Elizabeth said) in this situation it feels meager.
Loves you! kristina
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