Wherein I "rip-off" another writer on the web. Not taking credit; just sharing good stuff. Today's choice: Ryan Bomberger, telling the tale of two women, his mother and Margaret Sanger.
The difference between my mother and Margaret Sanger is simple: God. My
mother’s life could have resulted in a path that saw human existence
mired in misery. Instead, she saw beautiful Possibility. She didn’t see
others as defective but deserving. She didn’t see marriage as a funding
source to launch a cause, but a source of security and devoted love to
My mother’s life may not be immortalized in history books, but she has
made history. She personifies strength, grace, wisdom, and most
importantly, love. She (and my father, of course) have rewritten the
narrative given to ten children who were wrongly thought to be
“unwanted” and “unloved.” Margaret Sanger personified brokenness—a woman
who couldn’t see the pieces she was making of millions of lives. Sanger
thought her Birth Control Crusade would achieve perfection through
destruction. My mom never claimed to want or be perfection, but she was
the perfect one for ten adopted children whose lives are still
unfolding, whose families are still growing, whose dreams are still
coming true, and whose actions of love and compassion will be felt for
Read the whole article - it's terrific!
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