This week I’ve read some horrific news posts concerning
sterilization in third-world countries and how they are making it happen
through flu-type vaccines. Deception through governments and worldly plans are
certainly not God’s plans.
I have young friends who have eight children and some who have
just one. Their choices have been theirs and God’s. Not designed and carried
out by the government. I can’t imagine not having experienced the joys of
raising children—or worse yet, having the ability to have children taken away
from me without my knowledge.
My first son, Matt, came just 19 months after I was married
to my husband Tom. Our bouncing baby boy was pretty big at 10 pounds, 4 ounces.
Matt’s brother Jon came along 23 months later and he was 10 pounds, 11 ½ ounces.
They were big kids but that seemed like a great way to have kids, every two
years apart.
It was almost four years before my next son came along. I
was beginning to think that the two sons were all we were going to have. My pregnancy
with Phillip was difficult compared to my first two. He was a huge child, born
at 11 pounds, 10 ounces, and 22 inches long. My sugar was up, my back was a
mess, and I thought I was having an elephant! My doctor recommended we not have
any more children because the kids were getting bigger and bigger each time. My
body just couldn’t take much more.
That wasn’t God’s plan. My last child was a girl and she was
quite a bit smaller but so different. Leah came along at 9 pounds, 4 ounces.
My husband and I had a plan…sort of. To have a few kids,
build a house, own a business, and then just sit back and watch it all happen.
And it did.
This week, as I’ve read articles about the intent to
sterilize people while supposedly vaccinating them, my stomach churned. What
about the couples’ plans? What about God’s plans? Do neither of them have a say
in this?
Governments around the world are making life-changing
decisions and not informing the public about them. Whether it is known or
unknown, many of these decisions will change the way we know families today. My
heart aches for those who have already suffered and are now unable to bear
children of their own.