My Heart Breaks

No picture today 

How do you picture a broken heart?

You see, if the thinking of society today, if the medical knowledge of today had been prevalent in the early 1960's, when our two daughters were born, I would have been advised, even encouraged to abort them  

Because--they had an incurable neuromuscular disease.

I can't imagine what our lives would have been without our beautiful daughters. I can't imagine how different the lives of those they touched would have been; how many prayers would be unanswered because they weren't given the opportunity to pray; How may words and notes of encouragement would have gone unspoken and been unwritten because they weren't given the chance to speak or write. 

When I see, day after day, people in political power vote to block any legislation that would prevent infanticide, vote to approve and celebrate the atrocity they prefer to call a woman's right

My heart breaks. 

My heart cries daily for our girls. We miss them. Our sons miss them. Our grandchildren never had the opportunity to know them. We miss their prayers, their faces, their constant words of encouragement. We miss their laughter, the sound of their voices. We miss their hugs. We miss their presence at every family gathering.

Yet, I'm so very thankful they aren't here to witness the disregard some have for those the world defines as handicapped, crippled, or worse--a burden, unplanned, unwanted.

No picture today

I cry ugly

And my heart is breaking.