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Life in a seed


I wasn't a science major but if I understand the very basic reproduction cycle of a plant it goes something like this...
An adult tree has these beautiful flowers which bees are attracted to. These bees shake the pollen into the "ovary" of the plant for fertilization. The fertilized plant embryo (with the proper care and nutrition) blossoms into a delicious fruit. Inside that fruit there is a seed, and that seed can be planted into the ground to grow another adult tree.

Question... Is there life in the seed? Is the seed valuable of its own accord?

Two adults who fell in love and were married. The male adult "pollinated" so to speak, the female adult, thereby creating an embryo.
Already equipped with its own little beating heart, this little embryo (whom I believe was 7 or 8 weeks at that moment) grew into a fetus with the proper care and nutrition.
At halfway (20 weeks) through the pregnancy, the baby looks like this picture above. She already was fully "human looking" with arms, legs, fingers and toes. She had two little eyes and one strong little heart. Her vivacious little personality could already be felt through her persistent kicks and wiggles.
Most definitely fully blossomed, the female adult was ready to allow this tiny human to come forth into the world. In just a few weeks, the little black and white fuzzy face on the screen would be seen in full living color. She looked like this...
This little face looked just as baby-like, just as human, just as real, inside the adult female. And God willing, this little baby human will grow into another adult female and could start another cycle of human reproduction.

Question... Is there life in the embryo? Is the embryo valuable in and of itself?

With so many people arguing about who is on whose side, and political agendas, and the mob mentality, I feel like many have lost sight of what they are really fighting about. What is everyone really fighting about? The right to choose... Pro choice... What does that really mean? What is she really choosing? Without all the extras, the special circumstances, the explanations... it falls down to one simple statement. It is a choice of whether or not to allow the seed, the embryo, the tiny life to live or to die.

So the real question becomes... is the life valuable? Was it wanted or unwanted? Therein lies your true answer.


Life: "the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally." (Dictionary.com)



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  1. Thank you for posting this! I wish we could all set aside the politic rants and ask the important questions. So very thankful that this world is not our home!

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