Sanctity of Life. And my 7 year old.

Abbie came home from school to let me know that a friend told her, "Obama wants to kill babies in mommies tummies."
Pause. Freak out. "We'll talk about that later."
Not quite what I was expecting when you ask, "What did you learn today?"
My first thought, honestly, was what parent told their kid this? What did they hear? Why are they telling others? Oh. my.
I didn't say anything else to Abbie. Just needed to sit in it.
This morning I got out the bible and told Abbie that I wanted to talk to her about. Told her that we see what God has to say about things in life and what did God say about this. I read to her Psalm 139. We talked about how God is everywhere, you can't hide. We talked about God knitting her together and that he could see her when I couldn't and that God has determined the days of her life before the earth began. He has for all us. We talked about being fearfully and wonderfully made.
Then I asked what she thought about that. She only agreed.
Then I had to tell her that Obama believes that a girl who is pregnant has the choice to have the baby or not, and that is called abortion, when they murder it. She asked what murder was and I told her they kill it. Her inquisitive 7 year old mind wanted to know how they kill it and I honestly answered that I didn't know, nor did I want to.
I told her based off the bible, God gives life, God takes life. Not us. Every soul is loved by Him.
I never had abortion as a topic of discussion on my radar. Not for a 7 year old. I didn't want to shy from this topic as though it should be taboo. I want her to know truth. God's truth. I want her to run to the bible and seek out God. She might not quite understand this topic fully, and that's ok. But I want the words of the living God to be placed upon her soul as kindling so that they might light a fire in her heart that burns for him and she will know why we believe what we believe because if I don't bring the truth to light, someone else will bring false teaching.

Psalm 139

13 For you formed my inward parts;

you knitted me together in my mother's womb.

14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works;

my soul knows it very well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you,

when I was being made in secret,

intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;

in your book were written, every one of them,

the days that were formed for me,

when as yet there was none of them.