The Truest Lie

I just finished saying goodbye to my 4-month-old granddaughter—a cherubic face and a smile that ignites grace in the soul of anyone who happens to catch her eye. Her presence means a bit more to us because of the challenges her mother went through to bring her life.

I remember well the sacrifices my daughter made as she chose to conceive, carry, and give birth to that little girl. It was a rollercoaster of emotions and difficult times for nearly every day throughout and up until the actual birth. 

She exercised her choice (yes—that word again) and gave birth to a healthy little girl who has brought joy into everyone’s life, more joy than anyone could previously conceive ahead of time. 


Each conversation about abortion sends a sharp pain to my heart. Bringing about life is one of the rare times that we, as humans, are able to co-create with God.

My heart hurts not just because the New York legislation has allowed late-term abortions—they weren’t even the first or the last state to do so.

 It’s not just that the law makers blatantly and shockingly broke into applause as they did so as well as lit up the World Trade Center in celebration—pink, reminiscent of the pink baby afghans I crocheted for all 5 of my newborn granddaughters.