But I wanted to share a personal story with you about why I believe in the sanctity of life and also in the wonderful choice of adoption as the alternative to abortion.
Read on as I revisit a story orginally written back in 2010:
Originally written July 31, 2010: Today I received a special gift from a dear friend...even though she is a person *whom I have never had the privilege of meeting in person*...we are dear friends, nonetheless. My friend Cyndi* is a very gifted person...and one of her many talents is that she creates beautiful baby dolls. Her dolls are each uniquely created either in memory of or as a special tribute to someone who lives, once lived, or should have lived.
(*See the added note from 2013 at the bottom for an update on this...)
|Baby Elva - On the day of her arrival, July 31, 2010|
|Baby Elva, One Year Later - July 31, 2011-- still such a good baby!!!|
|Baby Elva Celebrates Her 1st Birthday...|
I am so pleased to share with you her story:
Way back in the year 1895 there was a little baby girl born somewhere in Pennsylvania. Her birth parentage is uncertain...her ancestry is hidden from our search...we know absolutely nothing about how or where her life began...but we now know that she was born on a snowy frigid December day in the year 1895, and that her birth name was Elva Sowers. I have recently discovered that a young man named Abraham Lewis Smith, (a relative? the father? an uncle?) actually adopted her and gave her the name of Elva Smith when she was about six months old. The certificate of adoption that has surfaced states that "the welfare of the said minor child will be promoted by such adoption, and that the mother of the child consents thereto."
|My Grandmother Elva and|
My Grandpa William Mursch
"For YOU formed my inward parts; YOU covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise YOU, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are YOUR works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was NOT HIDDEN FROM YOU, WHEN I WAS MADE IN SECRET, AND SKILLFULLY WROUGHT IN THE LOWEST PARTS OF THE EARTH. YOUR eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. AND IN YOUR BOOK THEY ALL WERE WRITTEN, THE DAYS FASHIONED FOR ME, WHEN AS YET THERE WERE NONE OF THEM."
I am so thankful that my Great Grandmother chose life...and that little Elva Sowers Smith Hill lived, was adopted and grew up to become my Grandmother.
Elva Sowers Smith Hill Mursch.
December 27, 1895- December 16, 1984
|My Dad, "Billy" Mursch|
|Mursch Family 1982 - Grandma Mursch above front right.|
|Grandma (Elva), far right, and Grandpa Mursch with their four children|
and my mother, when my mother met the family for the first time! Circa 1940
|"Baby Elva" on her "6th" birthday, 7/31/2016. Still such a sweet, adorable baby...a precious gift!|