A young
woman was pregnant but unmarried. And even though she lived in a society that
didn’t place a high value on unborn life, she wisely chose to allow her baby to
live.
The
child, whom she generously made available for adoption, became part of a loving
Christian family who nurtured their precious daughter, loved her, and showed
her the way to Christ.
Before
that girl reached adulthood, however, she died. Her death left a massive void
in her family’s life, but it also left behind memories of childhood joy and
youthful enthusiasm. Sure, her death created a gaping hole in the hearts of all
who loved her, but imagine what they would have missed had they never held her
in their arms, shared Jesus with her, laughed with her, taught her, and
cherished her.
Every
life—every child—is a wonderfully made sample of God’s handiwork (Ps. 139).
Every human is an image-bearing likeness of God (Gen. 1:27) and a descendant of our
first God-breathed parent, Adam.
Death
robs us of a certain completion we desire in a life, but it also reminds us of
the value of each life God creates (Col. 1:16). Cherish the gift of life
and savor the joy of God’s handiwork.
All life
is created by God and bears His autograph. (RBC)
