Wondrously Made

I have a new potential ministry. A wonderful woman who does sidewalk ministry and counseling to abortion-minded mothers posted a picture of little 12 week old gestational age baby models. They are anatomically correct and accurate size. The realistic ones are pricey, but are very useful in showing prospective mothers that the little baby they want to abort at 12 weeks of age already is fully developed, with a beating heart and all functional organs in place. Sometimes, just holding that little model convinces mothers not to abort their baby. One person seeing the post with the picture of the baby models said she was an artist, and maybe she could make those! I then said maybe I could too! There were a few counselors on that same Facebook posting who said they would love to have some of the more realistic models to help them in their work.

So I gathered my Sculpey clay, researched the size of 12 week old (gestational age) babies, and pulled up some reference photos on the internet. Then I set to work. Two and a half hour laters, my first clay baby was done. She is the one pictured in this blog post. She is not great, but she gave me the confidence to know if I keep at it, I think I could do this! My second baby only took me 45 minutes to make and was much more detailed. Each time I make one, I am getting better.

If only that had been true of real child bearing. Each child is so different that it is like starting all over with the rules of the game you thought you knew so well, completely scrambled. I find myself more dependent on prayer than ever before as I raise my last one. She is a great kid, but her needs and desires are so different from her brothers that I find myself completely lost as to best help her reach responsible and God-loving adulthood. Just imagine! Once, she too was just 2 inches long, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. How precious she is to me!

I cradled the tiny two inch figurine I'd made in my palm, replica of the perfectly formed 12 week human, and inexplicably, felt like crying. How could someone be convinced this is a disposable blob of cells, or even more complexing to me, not human? How could we as a nation think it is noble in anyway to pass laws that allow us to rip the arms off, pierce the skull, and throw away such a perfect little baby as though it were just...a clay model?

If any Pro-life counselors would like to use little handcrafted babies to put in the hands of those who think abortion is an answer, please contact me and I will try to get one to you soon.
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I give thanks to You, For I am awesomely and wondrously made! Wondrous are Your works, And my being knows it well. My bones was not concealed from You, When I was shaped in a hidden place, Knit together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body. And in Your book all of them were written, The days they were formed, While none was among them. And how precious are Your thoughts to me, O Ěl! How great has been the sum of them! If I should count them, They would be more than the sand; When I wake up, I am still with You. (Psalm 139:14-18 NIV)

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