The Unwanted Child

I had a conversation recently about how children in some third world countries are not valued. They may even have parents, but because they were an "accident," they are basically left to fend for themselves in the street. I just don't get it. I can't believe that no matter how uneducated she is with regard to birth control practices, how poverty-stricken, how exhausted or underfed, a mothers' natural instinct to love and protect her child would not kick in. At least, I thought it was natural instinct. I can't imagine ignoring or not caring for my child...no matter how many I may have. And I don't think I could love my children any more.

When I was growing up my mom would cry during a scene from a movie when a child dies and I always laughed at her. No more. I do the same thing now that I know what she knows, feel what she feels. Even the thought of something bad happening to Rowan or Elias breaks my heart.

I guess I just feel so sad for those children who have no one to love them. Well, that's not true. Jesus loves them and is more heartbroken than I that one of his children isn't valued and cherished. I just hope all children everywhere will feel loved here on this earth by someone. It is heartbreaking that some may go to heaven before they know love.