I lie awake at night on the edge of insomnia. My thoughts turn to babies, ones who have been allowed to live like the warm little bundle lying next to me and also to the ones who aren't given a chance. The ones without a choice. My heart aches for the unborn.
Does our just God have mercy on them? I know it is impossible to be saved without the blood of Jesus. I also know we serve a compassionate and merciful God. This question has transpired into one for which I don't have an answer. But I have hope.
Hope found in 2 Sam. 12:22-23:
He answered, "While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept. I thought, 'Who knows? The LORD may be gracious to me and let the child live.' 23 But now that he is dead, why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me."
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