Seeds of Life: They Don’t Deserve to Die

A few weeks ago I found a robin egg on a sidewalk. How it got there, I’ll never know, but there were no trees close by. I picked it up. A tiny beak was moving through a small hole! My heart warmed and kicked into protective mode. I wanted to save this little life.

I took the egg home and watched the baby robin broaden the hole. But what will I do with the little one once it hatches? I called a nature center and talked with a woman who rehabilitates birds. She was willing to take the little one under her wings.

Sadly, my little robin lived only 12 hours. Even though his rescuer fed him with something from the vet, he missed the essential first crop food from his parents.

Some people think I’m crazy to fuss over a robin egg, but I knew in my heart that even that little life in there was created by God.

My mind wandered to the little seeds planted within a human mother. Little seeds into whom God has breathed life into. Little seeds that will flourish and grow if we let them. Little seeds that are sometimes snuffed out and robbed of their God-given purposes in life.

Today I walked into a store’s bathroom stall and found a pamphlet on top of the roll of toilet paper – “I Wonder If My Mom Hears My Heart?” It starts out with:

October 5 – Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet. I am as small as the seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and azure blue eyes. Just about everything is settled already. Even the fact that I shall love flowers.

The monolog continues in a touching diary entry every few days and ends with:

Feet of a Ten-Week-Old Fetus

I had to question myself: Am I getting too passive about these little God-seeds that are daily choked of life? Am I speaking up enough for these precious little lives that have no voice?

Recently a man in SD shot a rare, migrating whooping crane and was sentenced to a maximum of 20 years, a fine, or both. While I find the man’s actions inexcusable and in need of a penalty, I thought: Something is dreadfully wrong in our country and court systems. Why is a bird’s life more highly respected than a human’s life? 20 years for killing a rare bird but not even a slap on the wrist for killing babies? Where is the penalty for those who are snuffing out life through abortion and giving misleading information to girls who are desperate and vulnerable?

Yes, my heart kicks into protective mode over a little life that moves inside a hatching egg and for a senseless killing of a whooping crane, but I hope my heart will become a million times more protective over those defenseless human lives that are being disregarded every day. I may not see them moving, but I know and believe they are there. Created by God as unique individuals. Meant to live out their purposes here on earth. They don’t deserve to die…