I am a momma to three beautiful girls.
I didn’t want to be a mother when I was growing up.
I didn’t want to be a mother while I was in my twenties.
Still, I never had an abortion.
What I didn’t know - I was unable to get pregnant.
More than 20 years of endometriosis, and then whammo. The Big C.
I underwent a radical hysterectomy and oophorectomy, followed by chemotherapy.
And then it hit me.
I wanted to be a momma.
I had no uterus. I had no ovaries. I had no eggs.
I had no hope.
But God is Our Hope.
God had a plan for me.
God had a plan for three beautiful little girls.
God had a plan for a young woman with no options.
I stood up in church on Mother’s Day 2008, before I became a momma, begging God to let me hear a child call me “Momma”.
Seven days later I got a phone call.
Would I adopt her child?
God created the world in seven days.
And in seven days, God made me a Momma.
I hadn’t spoken to anyone in my family about my desperate desire to be a mother.
I hadn’t told anyone, except God. I told Him.
And God kept that young woman in my extended family away from the abortionist.
And God kept that sweet baby girl safe in that young woman’s womb, despite the young woman’s addiction to methamphetamine.
Five months later, God brought my daughter to me.
God brought them to me.
He made sure that young woman did not abort these precious daughters of mine.
He guided her heart, and she listened.
Yes, all my daughters have the same biological mother.
In my case, it’s a miracle of untold blessings and redemption.
These three beautiful girls are cherished and loved.
A young woman doesn’t have to live with the physical, mental, and emotional scars of abortion.
God is the hope when all temporal hope is lost.
These three blessings of mine test me, try me, and push me, but most of all, they love me.
And call me Momma. - end