How I got this, I don’t even know. I inspect the foreign object. Horror grips me as I see what is mounted on the other side of the plaque in my hands. A baby's body, Dry and lifeless. I am looking at the misshapen face of a tiny human I will never forget, One who never once saw the light of day. Frozen, grimacing in agony. The final moments of her short life are written on her closed eyes and furrowed brow, telling me a story of injustice. I am broken. My heart sinking. There is no escape.
To my dismay, the woman is taking her place on the table, spreading her legs open, putting her feet in the stirrups, tears trickling down her face. I feel the shame of her exposure. A strong urge to avert my eyes takes hold, yet I am unable to turn away, and powerless to stop this. The same shock and powerlessness is etched on her face. This is the moment of trauma, the one they failed to warn her of. The irreversible moment before her child’s life will end. Carefully choosing his words, the abortionist had offered no baby back guarantee.
I felt my heart stiffen for fear of the sacrifice I was called to. So hard it would have been to keep them alive. Disabled twins. No one to help me. I was strong, but not that strong. In my hand I held an axe. I knew what it was for. The axe flashed brightly before me like a savior, Blinding me in my desperation. I knew what must be done. I must make a different kind of sacrifice.
The Axe. The Window. The Board. Three Dreams Three Poems Three Ponderings Part 1 of Dream Series by Melissa Yeomans Illustrations by Amy Sun Hee(Complete eBook Available) Introduction Enter Come with me into my dreams To see and touch forbidden things, To look beyond the cold brick wall. The cries though muffled, beckon, call. Remember … Continue reading Dreaming About Abortion Dream Series (Part 1)
The three dreams that make up The Axe. The Window. The Board. were different. Over the course of my fourth pregnancy, carrying my daughter Lily, I had all three. They shocked me to silence. I didn't know what to do with them. I felt they were significant but I also felt a weight of shame that I had even dreamed them. I knew they fit together, but I didn't see how. I couldn't forget them. I pondered these dreams and wrote them down. Years were spent pondering and praying, then, pondering and praying about these dreams some more. I couldn't let them go because as you read you will see that there is much more reality to them than fiction.
November 9, 2016 During the 40 Days for Life a common question was asked by many who came to pray. How busy is this place? To tell you the truth I didn't know exactly. All I could tell them was that the parking lot was full and overflowing every day surgical abortions are offered. I … Continue reading A Time To Heal / Abortion Grand Rapids, Michigan
Oh that you would know for yourself the life giving kindness of the Lord! He has compassion on all he has made.
When I arrived to pray last week, the flag that flew a couple feet away from the abortion clinic struck me. I had never seen it lowered before! Immediately I thought, "Someone died." This was the end of the day and end of abortions here this week. Many had died in the shadow of the … Continue reading The Flag Lowered for Justice Scalia
At one point in the morning the cackle of a regular heckler came from a passing car window, “AHHHHH HAAAA! YOU WILL NEVER WIN!” He grinned out at me. This time I was particularly amused at his jab. (Hey, it was more kind spirited than his usual cursing.)
Yesterday, Day 6 of Spring 40 Days for Life 2016, held a special gift for me. I arrived at the monthly Sidewalk Advocates for Life meeting hoping to meet one of the newly trained members who would be shadowing me in the coming weeks. I had heard that the “Heart” I hold had been … Continue reading Let Them See You / A Precious Gift on the 6th Day