A Letter to God in the Wake of the Roe v. Wade Reversal

God, I pray my heart always breaks for what breaks yours.

63 million lives have been lost since Roe v. Wade was signed into law. I can only imagine the ache of your Father’s heart as each one toddled through your gates.

You ache for their mamas, too.

On June 24, 2022, when abortion was turned back over to the states, friends of mine in certain circles raised a banner in victory, careful not to get too loud.

Partly because the ‘victory’ is incomplete. While a step in the right direction, it merely passes the baton for others to decide.

And partly to not anger the ever-growing mobs forming in our streets and outside our churches.

The argument is that those of us who believe what you say don’t care what happens to women.

Ironically, we believe what you say because no one cares about women more than you.

When Sarah was long past the point of child birth, you opened her womb and made her the mother of nations.

When Hagar was abandoned in the desert, thinking she would have to watch her baby die, you showed up and showed her a way out.

When Ruth was widowed and outcast, you brought her to community and a man rich in life and in love.

When Abigail’s brute of a husband was about to instigate a war, you emboldened and protected her as she approached an army in the mountains to contend for her city.

When the woman caught in adultery was about to be stoned, you chased away her accusers. You knelt down next to her in the dust, not to condone what she did, but to lift her up from it.

When Mary found herself engaged and pregnant at 15, well, we all know how that story goes. Her son would become the Savior of the world.

I’m writing this today because she - and Joseph - chose the difficult path and trusted you as they walked it.

And as I’ve healed from cancer, I’ve used what I’ve seen and learned from you to encourage countless others during their own traumatic experiences.

The ripple effect of one one person choosing you over their circumstances is immeasurable.

And, finally, after sealing death up in that tomb behind you, a woman was the first person you told.

You entrust us with so much.

You find us abandoned, outcast, and caught up in the lies the world tells us.

Even so, I see story after story of your faithfulness to take on the ugliest we’ve got and make something beautiful. Something others can stake their lives on long after the last witness is there to tell about it.

My story is different from the stories of these women, but like them, you have entrusted me with much.

I will keep my heart tender where this issue is concerned, and share my resources with those who think there is no other way.

I will use my voice to speak your truth in love.

Psalm 139: 13-15

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.