Someone recently made a comment to me about my baby being an "accident" and that I "should have been more careful", and it's stuck with me since then. Now, I know some people have very strong opinions about babies that are born outside of marriage... and admittedly, at one time in my life, I was just as judgemental of another as this woman was of me, but my heart has dramatically changed.
To "accident lady":
Our sweet little girl was NOT an accident. Although her daddy and I did not plan her little life, her maker did. Although my plan for my own life did not even involve children of my own, God's plan for my life did. There are so many terrible things going on in this world, in my own world even, and I truly believe that this little angel was sent to us to bring my family joy in a time of great sorrow. You see, my sweet granny is dying. She may not even make it to meet my little girl. She has been battling lung cancer for over three years, and she is in the final stages of her disease. She is no longer herself; the cancer and the medicine she has to take to try to alleviate some of her pain has seen to that. She is confused and scared. All we can do is watch and try to make her comfortable and remember that her true self is already gone. While one life can never replace another, my daughter has brought our family together. She has brought joy, peace, and love. She is a reminder of all that is good, when everything seems so bad. How can that be an accident?
My favorite verse has always been this:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11
... and with such proof as that, how can any life be considered an accident?