I baked three pans of cookies today. 
Mommas all across this Land at one time or another have baked cookies with daughters, and sons too. With love, flour and sugar, and perhaps some chocolate chips and pecans something special can be created that will last long after the last crumb of the last cookie has been eaten. Memories. 

But here in America to date around 62 million (and counting) daughters and sons did not have the opportunity to eat the last crumb or laugh or giggle or watch through the window of the oven door, just waiting for their cookies to be ready.  Why?

Abortion. 
Approximately 3,000 womb babies are killed each week.  Legally.
Hundreds of little boys and girls are killed every day here in this Land of Laws. 

What if on a day certain we were to ask a few questions?
What if we asked, was it good that your mother had the legal right to kill YOU while you were growing in her womb? 
Obviously, she left that option on the table; otherwise, you would not be here to advocate a woman’s right to choose to kill her product of conception if that son or daughter is a bother to her.
Would it be alright with you and would you stand on the side of the street holding signs demanding that your mother have the legal right to kill you NOW?

Perhaps you are costing her too much money.
Perhaps you are an inconvenience or she thinks you are a drain to her well-being.
Perhaps you are a hindrance to her career, and life would just be easier for her if she just got rid of you. 
Would that be okay with you?

I mean we could enlist Lawmakers to make it legally possible for her to be indoctrinated that you are just too much of a hardship and certain businesses are well equipped with means to kill you effortlessly and painlessly and then she could go on her merry way like you never existed.
Would that be okay with you? 

Psalm 139 NLT
¹³ You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
¹⁵ You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
¹⁶ You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
¹⁷ How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered!
¹⁸ I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me! source

Considering GOD had these words recorded and preserved these thousands of years, how might you think He will respond to you one day about this abortion business?